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	<title>Bringing Nothing To The Party : Paul Carr : The Complete Electronic Edition</title>
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		<title>Epilogue</title>
		<description><![CDATA[December 2007 and I &#8216;m back in the bowels of the Adam Street private members&#8217; club in London. Once again a very special group of people is crammed into a private room, supping imported Spanish beer from a free bar.
The value of the companies owned by the people squeezed into this tiny room is anyone&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter Eighteen: &#8216;The End Game&#8217;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Fridaycities Limited moved out of its offices a few days before Christmas 2007. Savannah was the last to leave, locking the door behind her and carrying a plastic box containing the last of the company&#8217;s files. Karl had already left the company to follow his writer&#8217;s life, away from the bullshit-ridden realities of business.
The site [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.bringingnothingtotheparty.com/chapter18/</link>
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		<title>Chapter Seventeen: Taking Stock&#8217;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When Stooky Bill made his first appearance on TV, and Gutenberg printed his first Bible, and Marconi invented radio &#8211; they were all creating the same thing: a new one-way medium. TV, books, radio, recorded music, film &#8211; these were all new and interesting ways of broadcasting information in one direction; from the brains of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.bringingnothingtotheparty.com/chapter17/</link>
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		<title>Chapter Sixteen: &#8216;Two girls, one fuck up&#8217;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I woke up the next morning in my own flat. A good sign, I thought. In my own bed. A great sign. I was still wearing my shoes. Not quite so good, but still okay. I even had my phone and my laptop bag with me. Everything was fine.
I remembered, vaguely, speaking to Savannah on [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.bringingnothingtotheparty.com/chapter16/</link>
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		<title>Chapter Fifteen: &#8216;Denial&#8217;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[While I was sitting on the dusty office floor, feeling more sorry for myself than I probably had the right to, the wider Internet industry was having a crisis of confidence of its own.
America had been hit by a credit crunch following an over-eagerness by lenders to loan money to what were called &#8217;sub-prime&#8217; borrowers. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.bringingnothingtotheparty.com/chapter15/</link>
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		<title>Chapter Fourteen: &#8216;Running on fumes&#8217;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As the summer of 2007 drew to a close and the number of daylight hours began to dwindle, so did the pounds in our bank account. Within the space of three weeks we received invoices from our graphic designer, our web developer and our web-hosting company. Things were, if not desperate, then certainly pathetically, terrifyingly, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.bringingnothingtotheparty.com/chapter14/</link>
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		<title>Chapter Thirteen: &#8216;Banged Up&#8217;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This couldn&#8217;t be happening to me.
It was two o&#8217;clock in the afternoon and I was still wearing the same clothes I&#8217;d put on the day before. All except my belt and my shoes. I was in agony having spent seven hours lying on my back on a thin rubber mattress, laid on top of a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.bringingnothingtotheparty.com/chapter13/</link>
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		<title>Chapter Twelve: &#8216;Relationship status: complicated&#8217;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As I stood at the back of the converted church hall, waiting to take my place on stage, I looked down and noticed that a small china cup had appeared in my hand. It was half filled with coffee and I had no idea how it had got there, but I took a huge gulp [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.bringingnothingtotheparty.com/chapter12/</link>
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		<title>Chapter Eleven: &#8216;MySpace or yours?&#8217;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[While we were busy settling on a new name for the first proper version of the site &#8211; not to mention trying to raise money to fund it, 2007 was fast becoming the year of the &#8217;social networking&#8217; site.
&#8216; Social networking&#8217; was an Internet industry buzzword that described any site that brought people together and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.bringingnothingtotheparty.com/chapter11/</link>
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		<title>Chapter Ten: &#8216;Nice colour&#8230; &#8230;That&#8217;s Bone&#8217;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A year on from Google Zeitgeist I was certain that Karl&#8217;s friendship with Peter Gabriel would pay dividends when we met him to talk about We7 and the possibility that he might invest in Fridaycities. Sadly, it was not to be. While Gabriel&#8217;s &#8216;people&#8217; were enthusiastic about the idea of meeting to discuss a partnership [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.bringingnothingtotheparty.com/chapter10/</link>
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