<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rdf:RDF xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:rdfs="http://www.w3.org/2000/01/rdf-schema#" xmlns:foaf="http://xmlns.com/foaf/0.1/" xmlns:xlink="http://www.w3.org/1999/xlink/"><rdf:Description rdf:about="http://www.clarkeology.com/m/5966/John+Robb"><dc:date></dc:date><dc:subject rdf:resource="http://www.clarkeology.com/20" /><dc:title>John Robb</dc:title><dc:description>About 7.45 as I was attempting to explain to the woman behind the counter that yes I was really me and could I please have my tickets, the Bog Eyed Vicar spotted John Robb.  His exact words, &quot;Hey, isnt he famous?&quot;So yeah, he was there in a rather nat... </dc:description></rdf:Description><rdf:Description rdf:about="http://www.clarkeology.com/m/6072/John+Robb"><dc:date></dc:date><dc:subject rdf:resource="http://www.clarkeology.com/20" /><dc:title>John Robb</dc:title><dc:description>At a gallery opening in Manchester.  Seemed to be having a right laugh with his mates.</dc:description></rdf:Description><rdf:Description rdf:about="http://www.clarkeology.com/m/6093/John+Robb"><dc:date></dc:date><dc:subject rdf:resource="http://www.clarkeology.com/20" /><dc:title>John Robb</dc:title><dc:description>By some traffic lights near the city centre.  I think he thinks I am stalking him.</dc:description></rdf:Description><rdf:Description rdf:about="http://www.clarkeology.com/m/6140/John+Robb"><dc:date></dc:date><dc:subject rdf:resource="http://www.clarkeology.com/20" /><dc:title>John Robb</dc:title><dc:description>&lt;br /&gt;Being interviewed in the &quot;celeb&quot; space at Lancs County Cricket Club on the day of the Mozza Gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably still thinks I am stalking him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise.</dc:description></rdf:Description></rdf:RDF>
