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  <title>deadlines</title>
  <subtitle>kommt sowieso alles aus dem gleichen Tanklaster</subtitle>
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    <name>kommt sowieso alles aus dem gleichen Tanklaster</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:altglas:139734</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: If these walls could talk</title>
    <published>2009-11-13T07:58:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-13T07:58:39Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you rent or buy the home of your dreams if a brutal murder had taken place there? What if you got to live there rent-free? Would you think twice if neighbors warned you that it was haunted?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=1118'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=1118"&gt;View 1001 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and his wife recently bought a house. After they found out that a murder and suicide had taken place there, they were able to get a significantly lower price. And as my great auntie says, everyone has to die somewhere, somehow</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:altglas:132109</id>
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    <title>We didn't start the fire</title>
    <published>2009-07-27T02:07:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-27T02:07:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My smoke alarm went off an hour ago... like Lydia's did a while ago. Just for a few seconds. Then stopped for about twenty seconds, then started again for a about ten seconds. That was an hour ago. Since then it's been quiet. No fire, smoke, steam or anything. And just the one in my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on google for advice and will replace the batteries tomorrow, for good measure (although it should just give a beep regularly if the battery is low, not go into full YOU&amp;nbsp;HAVE&amp;nbsp;FIRE mode), and try to see if it's dirty or something. Totally not helping are the incredibly high ceilings of our flat. Even on the big stepladder I'll only just about be able to reach it. May have to get Eoin to help. At least it's battery-operated so it's not setting off the entire flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annoying thing is I am now very tired, but also wide awake as the thing woke me up at a dumb time (an hour after I'd fallen asleep). Am scared it'll start again and shock me. I tried to put earplugs in but those just made my heartbeat and my breathing really loud and annoying inside my head. Meh.&amp;nbsp; Also, I'm hungry. Was hungry earlier, but decided could wait til breakfast. Not sure if I can be bothered to get up for a snack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway since I've been away from the internet for five days, during my adventures which I will post about in due course, I'm going to catch up on internet-y things and see if I feel more relaxed after that. If not, there are many books to read I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep would be nice though</content>
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    <title>things to do before 10 tomorrow</title>
    <published>2009-07-02T19:40:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-02T19:40:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">mop kitchen floor as plan of mouse-deterring action&lt;br /&gt;go to someone's graduation drinks and not feel too jealous of those who have their PhD&lt;br /&gt;take impossible nail varnish off toenails&lt;br /&gt;pack for Manchester&lt;br /&gt;decide which dress I look least like a chubby toddler in &lt;br /&gt;stop being a hypochondriac and finding ever more exotic diseases I could have&lt;br /&gt;cut more patchwork fabric out&lt;br /&gt;snaffle some pink thread from Alison to embroider the goddaughter's nursery bag with&lt;br /&gt;try to sleep while next door might have a mental party (preparation in full swing in the back garden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exciting, eh</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:altglas:127385</id>
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    <title>The red ones are ones I DIDN'T want in. Bum.</title>
    <published>2009-05-12T21:28:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-13T12:36:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Montenegro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; John Travolta&amp;nbsp; = win&lt;br /&gt; metallic mock warehouse dress = fail&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Czech Rep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think 'Gypsy' is a non p.c. term these days....&lt;br /&gt; Superman suit and a paedo tache.... ho hum.... song is hectic.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Belgium&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Botoxed Elvis... bonus point for props (comb). Minus point for clashing backing singers. Why does every song have an unnecessary bridge and a misguided solo?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Belarus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; White catsuits wtf? He needs a haircut.&lt;br /&gt; Bonus point for wind machine. Minus point for blatant crotch-embellishment with a pair of socks. Harmonies are unstable but the song is shit anyway.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wardrobe didn't manage to make a strapless bodice fit. Oh dear. She's overdone the peroxide but Swedish=blonde so that's ok. The dying cat shrieking isn't. BOnus points for masks.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Armenia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; funky hareem. Song has a dumb bridge but is ok.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Andorra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Welcome back Ginger Spice. YOu still can't sing. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Switzerland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; booooriiiiiiing&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Turkey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pussycat Dolls crossed with lots of red fabric and a hareem&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Israel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't care how politically nice and peace loving these &lt;strike&gt;trannies&lt;/strike&gt; nice women are, bring back the TEAPACKS&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Bulgaria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; flames. bonus for dancing on stilts. bloke is clearly castrated. another bonus for neon green fuck-me-boots&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iceland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; minus costume point - they forgot a ruffle&lt;br /&gt; first dodgy key change of the night&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYR Macedonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; see Switzerland&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Romania&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; fairies.&lt;br /&gt; bonus point for naff lyrics (my hips are ready to glow)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Finland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They only had bacofoil to do the costumes out of and halfway through even that ran out. The dad rapper doesn't help either.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Portugal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kelly Osborne in a nice outfit, but she nearly fell over. Bonus point for the accordion. Minus point because the song is shit.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Malta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2nd key change of the night. Ginger Spice has put on weight. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bosnia-Herzegovina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BEIGE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: What a Way to Make a Living</title>
    <published>2009-03-11T15:19:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-11T15:19:51Z</updated>
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A low point was selling random sparkly things made of glass at the Christmas market here. I worked for a surly guy who was bitter about everyone who came to buy something, and berated me for saying 'hello', 'please', 'thank you', and 'would you like a bag for that' to customers. Also, he kept telling me he'd find out if I stole from him, and that I'd drop all his precious glass items, that I wasn't careful enough. Then he dropped and broke an entire pallet of naff glass bells. I grinned and I don't think he forgave me for that. I got my day's pay and never went back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>hypothyroidism is not my friend</title>
    <published>2008-10-24T10:58:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-24T10:58:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am currently wearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;underwear&lt;br /&gt;two pairs of socks&lt;br /&gt;t shirt&lt;br /&gt;thin jumper&lt;br /&gt;100% thick wool jumper&lt;br /&gt;big hoodie&lt;br /&gt;jeans &lt;br /&gt;padded calf length skirt over the jeans&lt;br /&gt;woolly wristwarmers&lt;br /&gt;woolly slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still freezing. And it's really not that cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to sit at home today and wait for a parcel which I can't have delivered elsewhere and which needs to be signed for... stupid couriers. So I can't just go for a walk to warm up or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Star jumps don't help, tea doesn't help.</content>
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    <title>haxxorz</title>
    <published>2008-09-09T11:08:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-09T11:08:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Someone has somehow altered my avatar to some pink monstrosity saying &amp;quot;Bad sex is better than no sex&amp;quot;. Which is firstly a complete lie. Secondly, I'd quite like to decide about my avatar myself. Wtf? Who got into me LJ? Retards.</content>
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    <title>altglas @ 2008-08-13T11:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-13T11:01:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-13T11:05:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hmm. When I left the house four hours ago it was pissing it down. Obviously it's now glorious sunshine and I would look stupid in my wellie boots with a map of Hamburg on them and big raincoat, were I to emerge from my office. Which I won't for a while, and once I do, only to go to the library and then rehearsal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flatmate told me yesterday about shows she'd been to. I gave her a bit of a blank look. Shows? Oh yeah, it's the fringe, apparently. I'm becoming good at ignoring it. Leave the house at eight when the visitors are still asleep, hide in office/library, come out to rehearsal - necessarily at a space that's not a venue - and go home. Maybe I'll see Company tonight, if the ladies get to go earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got annoyed with people on the bus last night - every old person in the world was going back to their B&amp;amp;B just when I wanted to get home from craft night. Why can't they hold on to the handrails on the bus? It's what everyone else does. Oh I know what, I'll stop holding on to the handrail like I've done all my life, and henceforth will be doing without, parking my arse on fellow passengers should the necessity arise. I'm not talking about someone who is unable to walk, or hold on properly; I'm talking about an alarmingly cavalier attitude towards a vehicle madly swerving through Marchmont and a blatant disregard for personal space, but I was probably being un PC anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just tried to throw a carrot end in the bin across the room and failed. That's the most exciting thing that has happened so far today. Back to work.</content>
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    <title>altglas @ 2008-07-25T09:48:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-25T08:50:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-25T08:50:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy happy birthday Mia! Whoop whoop birthday. BOO for me not showing up like I should. Edinburgh is too far away sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my friend the thesis.</content>
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    <title>altglas @ 2008-06-04T11:25:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-04T10:30:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-04T10:30:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm watching a friend piss their life away and can't help... stuck in a rut, doing the same things for years, maintaining a certain persona but on the inside being profoundly unhappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do though. The only thing to snap them out of it is something drastic like grief or being fired or something like that and why would I wish that on anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>health stuff, dress stuff</title>
    <published>2008-05-28T11:11:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-28T11:11:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Meh.&lt;br /&gt;I completed my registration at the doctor's yesterday, saw the nurse for a general checkup. I weigh ten stone. Ten stone! That's the most I've ever weighed. I'm worried about that as it's unexplained. Also to me my thyroid feels enlarged but maybe I'm just imagining that. She then took some blood to send off to test for T3 and 4 (which will either explain the weight thing or reassure me that all is normal and I'm just eating too much chocolate). She was better than the last British person to have taken blood from me, but not by much. Don't they train people in that here? what's with yanking sharp things around in my arm? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ball! Obviously I want a new dress. But I can't have one. I don't even have the time to go look for one. As I said to Mia, I just want one to appear magically. And be free, obviously. Never mind. I might also try and rework the green FAILURE dress. Why did I even want to make a strapless non stretchy dress? Looking at certain dinner dance pics on facebook has yet again underlined that the smaller bosomed sisters should seriously not bother with strapless boned dresses, unless it's really, really well cut. Which my homemade dress most certainly isn't. Maybe I'll try and fix it into a halterneck at craft night later. Gahhh the green doesn't even suit me. I'll probably make a skirt out of it, if I wear it with a black top it won't make me look quite so much like Tinkerbell's older frumpy sister who had her wings cut off, and I'll feel good because I made something out of the random fabric my mum gave me. It's more a wintry thing to wear though.&lt;br /&gt;What will probably happen on Saturday is that I'll wear the Grecian Chav dress and be done with it.</content>
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    <title>Eurovision 2008 semifinal 2</title>
    <published>2008-05-22T20:31:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-22T20:59:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="this goes on a bit"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Iceland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Euroband (see what they've done there): This is my life&lt;br /&gt; Gay Eurotrash. Excellent. Then a busty blonde with a toosmall tree fungus dress, accessorised with a belt from Primark, comes on and ruines it all. &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Charlotte Perelli: Hero&lt;br /&gt; costume: tinsel. She's also probably a man. And has had her forehead surgically extended. Song is completely, totally, anodyne. No props, boring backers. Where is the show I ask you? Where?&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Turkey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; A band whose name escapes me and I am too unbothered to look it up: Deli. Which means crazy. &lt;br /&gt;  Nice eyebrow wax dudes. The hopping blond one is funny. The others are trying to be hard yet blingy. Fail. Give me props! Give me ace costumes! Top marks for singing in Turkish, but so far Iceland is a favourite. &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Ukraine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Ani Lorak: Shady Lady&lt;br /&gt;  More fecking tinsel. Only less of it. Fake titties. Liking the background dancing - RESPECT for gymnastics. WHY is she wearing a metal brace round her upper arm? OMG earrings??? She blatantly stole a christmas tree ornament. At the moment when the key change seems inevitable, she doesn't do it. Boo. &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Lithuania&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Jeronimas Milius: Nomads in the Night&lt;br /&gt;  Listen up. Only Slash can wear leather trousers. Only slash gets away with it. Some emo weirdo with unconditioned hair and five 2'' rings canNOT. Nice voice, the song is pants. Wanky guitar solo. &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Albania&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Olta Bok: Some complicated song title.&lt;br /&gt;  16 years old, looks about thirty though. Sorry. Monochrome costume which is, frankly, shit. Essentially, a pair of black trousers and a tablecloth. She's out of tune and is singing something that sounds suspiciously like Desert Rose, but that might just be the pitch (curse perfect pitch). Nice gesturing and mimics, going to make mental notes for my audition&lt;br /&gt;  YES! A key change. Finally.&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Switzerland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Paolo Meneguzzi: era stupendo&lt;br /&gt;  More SHIT emo weepy piano. Singing in Italian does not make you eros Ramazzotti (not that anyone should aim for that). Yet again black costumes. Well, a suit. Ohhhh pyrotechnics! And a funky beat. The backing ladies are wearing quite snazzy jumpsuits. &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Czech Rep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Tereza: Have some fun&lt;br /&gt;  Now this is more like it. Dancers in silver, plenty of tinsel, bad hair extensions, atrocious song. "If you wanna have some fun, go around". Right. A pimp in a hoodie is waving from behind and pretends to be scratching. A completely extraneous key change from nowhere - kudos to her for hitting the note. More pyrotechnics. &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Belarus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Ruslan Alehno: Hasta la Vista&lt;br /&gt;  Greek waiter. Tinfoil clad dancers. Boring.&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Latvia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Pirates of the sea (as opposed to those of the land): Wolves of the sea&lt;br /&gt;  YESS! Pirate costumes, a steering wheel, makeup. And a pounding pounding eurobeat. This is my favourite so far. Even the dance routine is quite pleasing. &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Croatia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Krajelwi Ulice &amp;amp; 75 cents: Random title&lt;br /&gt;  Grandad sings in Croatian. Middle aged man sings in Croatian. Lady in red is dancing like a doll. Grandad comes out and shouts that he forgot about the internet. starts meddling with a gramophone. Wtf?&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Bulgaria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Deepzone and Balthasar: DJ, take me away&lt;br /&gt;  Yeah DJ, please do. Before I get an epileptic fit. Some really daft genre mixing that just does NOT work. Her red metal dress is impressive. Vague gymnasticky capoeira style stuff in the background can't detract from the red shininess. &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Denmark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Simon Mathew: all night long&lt;br /&gt;  Some guy in a dodgy hat wails "I'm feeling great" into the mike. Not convincing me. Note: If your beard is somewhat sparse, it's usually more dignified just to shave. And stop MINCING ffs. Key change is almost appropriate. The guy at the keyboard clearly got bumraped just before going on stage.&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Georgia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Diana Gurstkaya: Peace will come&lt;br /&gt;  She's blind. Since this, however, isn't Paravision 2008, she won't get brownie points for it, sorry. She doesn't really need them anyway as the song is actually decent. Ish. A bit Garbage.&lt;br /&gt;  Clearly there was a concerted effort to make the background singers look shit. Dresses without shape made out of crappy fabric and not ironed.&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Hungary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Csezy: Candlelight&lt;br /&gt;  Disney sound. Then an abrupt key change. I slow danced to this type of song when I was 12. That was in 1993. You get the idea. The woman's dress is ok. No show, no dancing, nothing. Tsk. &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Malta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Morena: Vodka&lt;br /&gt;  I like the title. The dance routine is ace. I want the ladies silver boots. Much shouting of Nazdorov'e. Costumes silver and black. Yawn. She basically shouts 'vodka' a lot. Out of tune. Maybe a move to win some of the all essential Eastern European votes. &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Cyprus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Kari Evdokia: Femme Fatale&lt;br /&gt;  The title promises a lot and doesn't deliver. Plinky plonky instrumentals and she is wearing a silver neck brace. Which she proceeds to throw off to reveal some orange fringing held together with the Icelandic entry's Primark belt. The song is pretty boring. &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;F.Y.R. Macedonia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Tamara, Vrczak and Adrijan: Let me love you.&lt;br /&gt;  Aviators, faketan and an undone waistcoat. Then a woman in a really boring ill fitting black dress and a haircut my aunt would have sported in the 1970s comes on and warbles around a bit. Boring. &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Portugal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Vania Fernandes: Senora do mar&lt;br /&gt;  please can it be a mermaid! Apparently not. Lady is wearing a massive black dress. I'm waiting for some semblance of a beat and the black curtain to come off. No. Goes into a melodramatic yet boring chorus. The backing singers are wearing NHS sheets. The wind machine messes around with that a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;1. Turkey for the Pirates!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;2. Iceland for the trashiness.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cyprus, for the Bucks Fizz moment.&lt;br /&gt;4. Malta for the silver boots.&lt;br /&gt;5. Czech Rep for the pimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;6. Ukraine for the gymnastics &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lithuania for the actually not bad voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;8. Georgia for the same reason.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Switzerland for the spangly jumpsuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;10. Croatia for grandad shouting about the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only ones I want to go through are Turkey and Iceland.</content>
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    <title>annoying things about "summer"</title>
    <published>2008-05-14T18:21:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-14T18:21:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. people talking about the effing weather all the time. Yes, I know it's warm where you are. OK. It's sunny, but cool where I am. Yes I would be jealous of your warm weather if I gave a shit. Are you happy? Alternatively, people who are already complaining about the 'boiling heat'. Get over yourselves. Enjoy it while it lasts and shut up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The lack of rain/unpleasant windy weather etc means that the crazy people are out in droves. When it rains, they sit in front of the telly, get stoned or fornicate and leave the rest of us to get on with life and get home in safety and without having to run all the way from the bus stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Students who have finished exams having egg and flour fights. It's really not particularly original (and I utterly despise people who play with food) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The silly amount of cosmetic surgery / faddy diet / bikini exercise ads I get absolutely everywhere on the internet, telling me it is my duty to make myself gorgeous this summer and otherwise I'll have a bum time and everything will go to pot. Boo hoo.</content>
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    <title>altglas @ 2008-05-03T10:57:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-03T10:01:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-03T10:01:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Chavs, scallies, neds or by whatever moniker they go where you live should all be BANNED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when they punch my friends and also when they grope my bum and only let off when I tell them their mum sucks English cock. It's actually impossible to use public transport safely on a Friday night which is really sad. Saturdays aren't too bad generally because everyone is still so hungover from Friday that even the drunk people are somewhat subdued.</content>
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    <title>altglas @ 2008-05-02T13:18:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-02T12:23:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-02T12:23:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am calm and will not hate the colour purple forever. IN fact I am entering into the spirit of things to the extent of wearing a purple jumper today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not even doing half as much work as other people are putting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always did wonder whether it was viable to make cupcakes for a wedding all in one sitting...&lt;br /&gt;With a handheld electric whisk ANYTHING is possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work time! Where is that translit keyboard when you need it.</content>
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    <title>Hopping gaily on the bandwagon</title>
    <published>2008-04-01T16:04:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-01T16:04:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;The compliment meme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;One little compliment can make you feel amazing. So please give me a compliment, anything at all. (No, Rosy, no backhanded ones.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put this in your journal. Once you get some comments, tag that entry into your memories. When you are feeling down, just go to that entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep! proper update once I've done some work... hopefully tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>LOL LOL LOL</title>
    <published>2008-03-24T21:35:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-24T21:35:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hahaha I just googled "how to put in a concealed zip".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how Google does that auto complete thing and gives you the things other people search for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I type how to... it says:&lt;br /&gt;1. how to tie a tie&lt;br /&gt;2. how to kiss&lt;br /&gt;3. how to become pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always good to see there are people out there more special than myself.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:altglas:94635</id>
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    <title>stolen from Mia</title>
    <published>2008-03-19T19:01:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-20T12:53:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="cut for your pleasure"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored. &lt;br /&gt;NOW&lt;br /&gt;Is your hair up?: yes as always&lt;br /&gt;Is your phone right beside you?: no. probably in my bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a bf/ gf?: aha&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you were somewhere else?: no, moss side rules&lt;br /&gt;Do you have plans for tonight?: baking easter bread, pub, shenanigans&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing makeup?: no&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing chapstick?: no&lt;br /&gt;Are you cold?: for once I'm not&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired?: not that either&lt;br /&gt;Are you excited?: yes. I bought fabric&lt;br /&gt;Are you watching tv?: no&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing pajamas? I am wearing jeans and a massive pyjama type t shirt because all regular t shirts of mine in Manc are dirty&lt;br /&gt;Who's the last person you IMed?: Gillian&lt;br /&gt;Who's the last person that you called?: Fran, I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever stuck gum under a desk?: no&lt;br /&gt;Ever spit at someone? no!&lt;br /&gt;Ever kick something living?: I do karate&lt;br /&gt;Ever had your nails done?: no&lt;br /&gt;Ever thrown up because you cried so hard?: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST WEEK&lt;br /&gt;Had any plans last week?: Mikado related stuff mostly &lt;br /&gt;Who did you see most last week?: other than housemates, possibly Gaby&lt;br /&gt;Was last week interesting?: there was some pretty crusty gossip... not involving myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you cussed?: no&lt;br /&gt;Have you yelled at someone? no&lt;br /&gt;Have you gotten mad at someone? only charity muggers&lt;br /&gt;Have you cried? no&lt;br /&gt;Have you called more than 3 people?: no&lt;br /&gt;Have you IMed more than 3 people?: no&lt;br /&gt;Have you eaten anything gross? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPILL YOUR GUTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. First thing you did this morning?&lt;br /&gt;A: turn around and tell Dan about my dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;A: the biggest satsuma in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What's something you look forward to most in the next 6 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;A: seeing my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What's annoying you right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: my foot, it's gone crampy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What's the last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;A: don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Do you believe in long distance relationships?&lt;br /&gt;A: like, do I believe they work? they better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Where is the last place you went?&lt;br /&gt;a: town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who is the last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;A: you asked me that already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: have you ever been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;A: I prefer not to know, but am strongly suspecting so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you think that someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Choose one to have (love, beauty, creativity)&lt;br /&gt;A: creativity because wednesday night is CRAFT night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you wish on stars?&lt;br /&gt;A: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does it work?&lt;br /&gt;A: who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you untie your shoes every time you take them off?&lt;br /&gt;a: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;A: not sure... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you like your handwriting?&lt;br /&gt;A: yes, even though it is impossibly big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;A: to most people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you keeping a secret from the world?&lt;br /&gt;A: meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who's bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: Dan's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;A: grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;A: nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the color of your bedsheets?&lt;br /&gt;A: SPIDERMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were you doing at 9 last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: sitting in the pub with Fran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: last person you talked to :&lt;br /&gt;A: Justin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When is the last time you saw your dad?&lt;br /&gt;A: January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Look to your left:&lt;br /&gt;A: hang on, where is left....ah. jumper, towel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;A: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ever cried on your friends shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;A: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Song that makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;A: the name escapes me, but it;s on the ray of light album, and it's all hopeless and reminds me of when my friend's mum died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a normally happy person?&lt;br /&gt;A: yarp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is your self-esteem low?&lt;br /&gt;A: sometimes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;A: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Long or Short Hair?&lt;br /&gt;A: shoulder length&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Current Music?&lt;br /&gt;A: Justin&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>geek karate post because it is nearly lunchtime</title>
    <published>2008-02-08T11:55:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-08T11:55:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I tried another karate club yesterday, shukokai again, and again wasn't overly happy with it. After the frankly mental warmup, we didn't really do much, mainly practised defending ourselves against knife attacks. The sensei went off on one how he would happily kill anyone coming up to him with a knife and how to achieve this. Hmm. Maybe I'm too far into my traditional karate, but if some big tank of a ned came up to me with a knife, I'd run every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being told to "do what feels natural" doesn't make sense either. If someone grabs me, my instinct is to remove that hand from me, so if I do what feels natural, I'll grab their arm and try to get it off me. When it would make much more sense to poke in the eye/ stamp on their foot to break it/ smash their balls if it's a man. What feels natural to you also feels natural to your opponent and therefore makes you predictable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go back to the shotokans. Or just leave the karate thing altogether as it's mighty frustrating at the moment.</content>
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    <title>the library, my home</title>
    <published>2008-01-12T12:11:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-12T12:11:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm meant to be writing (academic stuff, that is). I'm wasting time. I'm also scared I'm being really, really unprofessional in my way to go about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My way of writing: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- read lots of stuff&lt;br /&gt;- make notes on it&lt;br /&gt;- write little bits about notes, like, pieces of about 1 paragraph's length, sometimes shorter&lt;br /&gt;-arrange these paragraphs in order&lt;br /&gt;-tie everything into one coherent (I wish) whole&lt;br /&gt;-read over everything&lt;br /&gt;-fabricate an introduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This strikes me as highly dilettantic. And we're not even talking about my interesting Endnote technique yet, or my incredible procrastination talents, especially the justification of these (like, this text is going to help me sort my writing issues out, clearly). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do other people do? Do they start at the beginning and write one text until they reach the conclusion? How do you write?</content>
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    <title>altglas @ 2007-10-26T16:50:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-26T16:36:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-26T16:36:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A meme from &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_mippy' lj:user='mippy' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mippy.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mippy.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mippy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;who picked seven of my interests and I write about them. Comment if you want me to pick seven of yours to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has much to do with Russia (see below), where it's called укроп (ukrop) and you would eat lots of it. When you go and buy yourself a pancake at one of the pancake stalls (Teremok being a favourite) you have to warn the lady not to put too much on as otherwise you won't see the actual pancake for all the dill. The other day, my friend's fiance had a Russian themed birthday party. It's weird how the combination of beetroot, dill and sour cream can transport you back a few years and across the continent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hamburg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my home, as far as I'm concerned the only place where people pronounce my name correctly, one of the greenest cities ever and just overall lovely. I wouldn't want to live there again now though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are my favourite flowers but only if they're growing somewhere. They look much nicer with the leaves etc on. Last summer I made frequent trips to Platt Fields purely to look at the rose garden and smell the roses (the gangs of stoners looked at me a bit confused). I will also embarrass whoever I'm with by smelling every rose I pass. I just love them. When I have a garden I'll have to learn how not to destroy any plant in my care instantly so I can grow roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Russia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first went to Russia when I was 17 and loved it ever since. Can't wait to get back. Shame it's such a total hassle to get in though, and out, for that matter. The hoops you have to jump through just to get an exit visa! I was accused of trying to lose my passport in order to get a Russian one (firstly... why would I want to get rid of my EU passport.... secondly... surely if I lost it I'd just have to contact the embassy and get a new one...) &lt;br /&gt;Apart from bureaucracy&amp;nbsp; I dislike the snow. Still, I want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bake all the time if I can. German cake goodness. At the moment I'm waiting for some dough to rise. Making Bienenstich whcih is German cake with a custard filling and almonds on top. HMmmm. This will be utilised in persuading people to make costumes for us. &lt;br /&gt;When I was little my favourite book to look at was my mum's baking book, and there are several pictures of me baking when I was about five. Something I find weird: My dad can bake marble cake and only marble cake, and does that without a recipe. He's made this twice in my lifetime, once for my birthday (mum was in hospital having my sister). I remember helping him.&lt;br /&gt;I'm relatively shit at baking biscuits which isn't so handy at Christmas time. Christmas without home made biscuits might as well not happen at all.&lt;br /&gt;I am particularly obsessed by wedding cakes and any cakes that have plenty Haribo on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mugss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the lovely world of MUGSS and generally amdram. Prancing about on stage, making costumes, partying. What more can one possibly want :)&lt;br /&gt;I met housemates, best friends, boyfriend, crazy people, right weirdoes, inspirational, talented, lovely people in MUGSS. Hurrah for MUGSS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Translation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is once again an interest for me rather than a profession and that's the way it should be. I'm just not willing to translate a highly specialised document of 500 words for 20 dollars. Working at Tesco would earn me significantly more money. By it being my interest I mostly mean ranting at literary translation gone wrong, and having far fetched ambitions to translate literature myself one day. Hopefully. If just for the drawer.</content>
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    <title>Edinburgh</title>
    <published>2007-09-12T13:15:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-12T13:15:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Things that have changed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They charge £3 for Snapfax these days, the bastards&lt;br /&gt;Random buildings have appeared on the car park&lt;br /&gt;What's with the weird lift in the Pleasance?&lt;br /&gt;The old Royal Infirmary seems to have sprouted glassy cubey buildings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that haven't changed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The default Edinburgh Student Look&lt;br /&gt;Lara and her office&lt;br /&gt;Appleton Tower. Om nom nom asbestos&lt;br /&gt;The meadows&lt;br /&gt;Neds&lt;br /&gt;Edinburgh Bargain Stores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things that are good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new flat&lt;br /&gt;My flatmates&lt;br /&gt;Walking up and down the hills&lt;br /&gt;Wind, fresh air, trees&lt;br /&gt;Knowing 2nd and 3rd year postgrads&lt;br /&gt;Funded fees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things that are rubbish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of Dan, Bx, Elina, the boys, MUGSS&lt;br /&gt;Snooty weird karate people &lt;br /&gt;Flyers, flyers, flyers (enough with the shagtag promos already, I ain't going back there)&lt;br /&gt;My mattress</content>
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    <title>altglas @ 2007-08-31T14:17:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-31T13:17:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-31T13:17:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Someone, let's not name names, who I vaguely know in a semi official capacity (enough for her to have my mobile number but not enough to be facebook friends, if that makes sense) has given my number out to one of those freaky people who phone up and tell you you get a free photoshoot worth 100 pounds. ya whatever. I know it was her because they mentioned her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was pretty near the "unreliable and useless" mark on the gesine scale of estimation already and has just sunk to to the new low of "personal detail divulging moron" which I suppose won't bother her much until I give out HER number whenever the next weirdo asks for mine.</content>
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    <title>Harry Potter</title>
    <published>2007-07-24T09:54:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-24T09:54:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="In case anyone hasn't seen the film yet and thinks I'll have something of a spoiler like nature to say."&gt;Well, film watching happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For the first fifteen minutes I was too busy with my ice cream to follow anything else, but I think I got most of the plot anyway.&lt;br /&gt;2. Why does the beardy man hold his beard together with a hair bobble? &lt;br /&gt;3. Could Harry be any camper without turning into a tent?&lt;br /&gt;4. Kudos to the wardrobe managers for finding such large amounts of foul pink and purple woolly fabric.&lt;br /&gt;5. Parents are always dead except for mummy Weasley who cooks all the time. &lt;br /&gt;6. Snape is cool.&lt;br /&gt;7. The dude without the nose (which I think is a far better and more accurate name than He Who Must Not Be Named) has a serious attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you can see, I'm not hugely into Harry Potter. I do enjoy it though. &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Manchester love</title>
    <published>2007-07-20T17:55:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-20T17:55:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">On the bus, today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father (about 18) with child (about 2), pointing out the window, talking to his friends: "Oi look! Pram-pusher! Hahaha you fookin pram pushing bitch LOL LOL LOL. Women, man. The missus is so gonna eat massive cock later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only just stopped myself from saying "not yours then, I assume".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please can you all tell me cool things I should do before I leave Manchester?</content>
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