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	<title>Daisy Donnie: Random Access Memories &#187; Confinement</title>
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		<title>Confinement – by Monika Hocks</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2004 14:59:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lisa Sinclair</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[She woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between her legs. She didn't find what she was looking for, which meant that she could slouch again and perform minor comfort adjustments in public.

Donnie Penfolde opened his eyes.

The room was plain white. There were no doors.

That's odd, he thought. How did I get in here? <a href="http://www.daisydonnie.com/confinement/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<p>She woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between her legs. She didn&#8217;t find what she was looking for, which meant that she could slouch again and perform minor comfort adjustments in public.</p>
<p>Donnie Penfolde opened his eyes.</p>
<p>The room was plain white. There were no doors.</p>
<p>That&#8217;s odd, he thought. How did I get in here?</p>
<p>Pushing himself to his feet, Donnie Penfolde fought against a blood rush and the fading memories of an explosion. What he needed now was a smoke.</p>
<p>His hands instinctively flew to his chest and hips and came up empty. Looking down, he saw that he was dressed in a nondescript pair of pyjamas, in a colour that matched the room. A room, he noticed, that was  depressingly empty of anything but a stainless-steel urinal and a mattress that had seen better days.</p>
<p>Bloody brilliant, he groaned. Another loony bin.</p>
<p>He shoved a hand through his hair and was moderately relieved to find that his thatch, at least, was intact. He couldn’t abide the thought of being bald. Women had it all wrong. Even castratos could go a long way with a fine head of hair.</p>
<p>Apart from the painful throbbing in his head, Donnie could hear little else. The room must be soundproof, he mused. He wandered over to the nearest wall and ran a hand over its surface.</p>
<p>Nice paint job.</p>
<p>Using the flat of his hand, he smacked at the wall a few times. ‘Hey!’ he yelled. ‘Anyone there?’</p>
<p>He didn’t really expect a response, and was therefore mildly surprised when a narrow, rectangular slot appeared in the wall next to his groin.</p>
<p>Hello, hello, he thought. Is that the postman?</p>
<p>Dropping to a crouch, he peered through the slot and found himself eye-to-eye with a pair of beady, bloodshot orbs.</p>
<p>‘Hullo there!’ he chirped. ‘If its a bill, I don’t want it.’</p>
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