<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:57:32.040Z</updated><title type='text'>My Blog.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-8312661235881513489</id><published>2011-03-23T22:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:22:43.319Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At last, back in, now maybe will get to post a little more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-8312661235881513489?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-6535318700836862496</id><published>2009-07-28T14:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:00:25.962Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Modern day dating...&lt;br /&gt;It never ceases to amaze me...internet dating, dating site.....etc...&lt;br /&gt;Why does one subscribe to these...to find a date I guess, so you fill in the details, make yourself sound attractive and then comes the photo...or not.&lt;br /&gt;Never been one for blind dating I'm not going to start now,&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the picure in the wedding dress......hmmm why is she divorced???&lt;br /&gt;Then the picure with two or more people in, why would I be interested in the guy, and if more than two are they joined at the hip or which one is it...&lt;br /&gt;Then the all time classic....the photo nicked from Fiesta....sadly the truth will out and if the saga begins with a lie........&lt;br /&gt;I have often wondered why people sign up for these things, send winks and messages, never respond to replies or even never show up on the site again....makes it a bit pointless doesn't it!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-6535318700836862496?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/6535318700836862496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=6535318700836862496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/6535318700836862496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/6535318700836862496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2009/07/modern-day-dating.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-7839167863629913935</id><published>2009-07-06T13:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:47:27.222Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well here we are, another week, another fruitless weekend, or was it. Brilliant tennis, pretty good weather and also a time for getting things done.  Back on the issue of friendship it is sad when something that has the potential to be so good turns so bad. When the energies that could be spent on creating an unbreakable bond between two people get turned and are spent in destroying each other.  Why is humankind like this??? It is said that you always hurt the one you love, is it because their is a belief that with true love there will always be forgiveness.  I wonder!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The question though remains whether love can overcome betrayal, deceit, loss of trust, where is that fine line where love turns to hate.  In a world where friendship, love, trust is becoming harder and harder to find, why is it that for the sake of image, for the sake of control do people destroy all that is good....Beats me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-7839167863629913935?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/7839167863629913935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=7839167863629913935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/7839167863629913935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/7839167863629913935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-here-we-are-another-week-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-7751015580408025509</id><published>2009-07-02T11:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:37:11.202Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friendship...&lt;br /&gt;I once saw the definition of a true friend as being the person that does not come and visit you in jail, or one who bails you out but as one who is sitting in jail with you saying "What a blast, when can we do that again".  I understand that to be someone who sticks with you thrugh thick and thin.  I recently lost a friend, not because she was in jail but because I was doing what good friends do.....Unlike so many of her other friends who pussyfooted around her moods and her continual rantings about her failed relationship, I would take her to task. I would not allow her to wallow feeling sorry for herself, or allow her to use her feelings for the guy that has totally screwed up her mind as an excuse for not moving on.  She got mad, told me I was not a friend, her friends were leaving her alone......&lt;br /&gt;You may ask why I acted like I did....well many years ago I went through a bad relationship break up and was behaving just like her. Many of my friends left me alone, skirted the issue and left me to my self pity, except one......he would not, he believed that as a friend he needed to snap me out of it and there were times I hated him for doing it and told him.  His always responded with the same reply that if his badgering snapped me out of it, if putting me straight was going to cost him my friendship then that is the price he was willing to pay......for being a true friend.  We were friends for 31 years......RIP in Neil you were one in a million.&lt;br /&gt;As for my "friend" who has decided to shun me for being a friend, one day you will look back with regret at a friendship lost, because when your "so called friends" have come and gone, fed up with your moods and anger you may not be able to find one of the best friends you may ever have had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-7751015580408025509?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/7751015580408025509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=7751015580408025509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/7751015580408025509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/7751015580408025509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2009/07/friendship.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-5124758524846908940</id><published>2009-07-02T11:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:21:04.884Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, It has been forever since I last posted....so much has happened and I forgot the password too...hopefully now though I am back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-5124758524846908940?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/5124758524846908940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=5124758524846908940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/5124758524846908940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/5124758524846908940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow-it-has-been-forever-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-2660136874870486574</id><published>2007-05-09T16:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-09T16:22:00.592Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where has the time gone?????&lt;br /&gt;Almost a year since my last post....scandalous no doubt but the time has shot by.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a mixed bag so far, ups and downs and pretty frustrating but when I look at problems others have I guess things aren't so bad. Someone, somewhere once said that if we all stood in a field and threw our problems up in the air....as soon as we saw what others problems are like we would fight to get our own ones back again and I think there is a lot of truth in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a comment today and it made me wonder how the world got to be in such a mess. People at basic levels get on, they transgress cultural, religious and racial barriers, they work together, play together and even socialize together. On the net friendships develop, often friendships that transgress barriers that would prevent it in the real world.....so why is it our leaders, fundementalists cannot learn from this. People cannot and should not be dictated to as to whom they wish to befriend, or which religion or even the level of religious obedience they wish to practice. Why we cannot learn to recognize that we are all different and we cannot all be the same...it does not make us any a worse or better person for our beliefs.  Too often religion is twisted to suit mans deviousness yet if we all respected the basic teachings of respect for others, their beliefs and property then would this world not be a better place?&lt;br /&gt;I want a world that I want to raise children in...not wondering what fate I have brought them into the world to face.  We need to exercise tolerance...except in the instance of dealing with those that are intolerant.....they must learn that the majority of this planet are not interested in the mayhem , death and destruction that results from a minority wishing to force their will on others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-2660136874870486574?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/2660136874870486574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=2660136874870486574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/2660136874870486574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/2660136874870486574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2007/05/where-has-time-gone-almost-year-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-115253597183991218</id><published>2006-07-10T12:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:52:51.850Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back again...&lt;br /&gt;What a hectic few weeks. The World Cup entered well as I drew Italy in the office charity draw.....that gave a few pounds to charity and put a few pounds in my pocket which have already been spent on tickets for another charity do...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been pretty good.....&lt;br /&gt;BBQ after BBQ after BBQ a total of 5 over the past two weekends and now thankfully most of the entertaining is over until September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come August My wife and the boys are going to visit the mother outlaw...so back to being a bachelor for 10 days..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that share my passion for planes....Farnborough Airshow this month...and that is going to be a great day out with the kids plus hoping the weather will allow for some great flying!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-115253597183991218?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/115253597183991218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=115253597183991218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/115253597183991218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/115253597183991218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-114907100699211487</id><published>2006-05-31T10:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-31T10:23:27.003Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how one embarks on a project like a blog with all good intentions only to find that circumstances change and time just disappears...&lt;br /&gt;It has been a busy few weeks, finally changed jobs and now work reasonable hours with the weekends "Free"  and I say "free" because there are a multitude of jobs that need doing and the weather is not playing the game.&lt;br /&gt;Drought they say, No water, no hosepipes yet we have not had a rain free day in weeks.&lt;br /&gt;The kis are on holiday this week, yet again and itis so difficult to find time off. They really need to look at UK working hours. If reports are to be believed we work the longest hours for the worst pay in Europe........we need more time with the kids.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-114907100699211487?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/114907100699211487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=114907100699211487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/114907100699211487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/114907100699211487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-114534734103690927</id><published>2006-04-18T07:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-18T08:02:21.046Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend, being Easter, and fortunately only having to work one day of the weekend led me to thinking of how our lifestyle impacts on family life.  Work work and more work, and then to allow us to enjoy the time off or in most cases to allow us to get things done others have to work.&lt;br /&gt;In the Christian world, Sunday is SUPPOSED to be a day of rest......but today it seldom is. Most work a 6 day week and that leaves Sunday to get things done, and capitalizing on that shops now remain open all week.....what of the families of those that now have to work on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;There are many criticisms of the Western world, some just some unfounded however I think society as a whole is digging a hole for itself.  Money, profit, greed are demanding we work more and as a result the very fabric of life, the family unit is disintegrating. Discipline is faltering, respect is fading and society seems oblivious..........sad really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-114534734103690927?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/114534734103690927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=114534734103690927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/114534734103690927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/114534734103690927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-weekend-being-easter-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-114334978456542898</id><published>2006-03-26T04:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-26T05:09:44.576Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The 26th is here and that means time change........longer days will be with us again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note....I was born British and have some National pride. I have also travelled and lived abroad.  What was of note was that the Brits are often ridiculed abroad, called all sorts of names and made out to be inferior....it can almost be expected. However the UK is now becoming a haven for many people of the countries I've visited.....and despite being given a new home, they continue to run the UK, its people, its weather etc into the ground.  They expect the UK to change to suit them......this is not on, surely when adopting a new country as your home, you adopt its culture and traditions as well. But day in and day out whinge about this, whine about that...but if the UK is really that bad, why come here in the first place. We make no secret of outlife style....we drink, we eat virtually anything, our shops are open 7 days a week, so if this is going to be a problem, why come here in the first place???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-114334978456542898?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/114334978456542898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=114334978456542898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/114334978456542898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/114334978456542898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2006/03/26th-is-here-and-that-means-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-114212482987960864</id><published>2006-03-12T00:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-12T00:53:49.890Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why don't I post......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a difficult couple of weeks...so much to do, not enough time and never enough money....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news lately has been depressing, this one killing that one, this one threatning the next one, people starving, people oppressed and nothing being done......the internet, the papers, the TV....no good news at all. I guess I just decided to take a break......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had to prepare for a job interview, I now have a better job within my organization but my current boss will not release me for weeks.......but the time will come.....then maybe I will have my life back again.....reasonable hours and a bit more money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that not much is happening, teenage kids still driving me crazy. My Mom and Dad are staying with us this weekend before heading off to warmer climes. We look after their car and their dog whilst they are away and already the demands for a dog of our own are being heard.  The thing I like about my Moms dog is that she is like other peoples children....nice to have around for a while but you  give them back.&lt;br /&gt;We have had dogs before, the never ending promise that they will be fed and cleaned up after.....and it happens for a while then the job seems to fall on me.....So do I give in, do I let a furry mutt chew my shoes, leave puddles on the stairway......I think not, easier said than done. The wife is now heading up the petition so  I know that eventually I will cave in and there will be a new addition to the household.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-114212482987960864?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/114212482987960864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=114212482987960864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/114212482987960864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/114212482987960864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-dont-i-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-113912040051357654</id><published>2006-02-05T06:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-05T06:20:00.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parents Taxi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered how much running around you do as a parent???&lt;br /&gt;Monday night...youngest son off to beavers&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night... TaeKwonDo&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday..daughter off to Air Cadets&lt;br /&gt;Thursday...Taekwondo or squash&lt;br /&gt;Friday...daughter off to aircadets....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she comes home with a gliding scholarship that now adds a two hour return trip twice a Saturday for the next 6-8 weeks.......&lt;br /&gt;Throw in the other activities and parties and other social functions kids attend these days and it is almost a full time job. Hmm at what age can we start charging.  Sadly though it is a rapid change in the times....some years ago we would have been happy to let the kids cycle or walk to where they needed to go. Now, even in the UK, the drunken yobs, the street bullies , not to mention the paedophiles make it unwise to let them.  So hey ho hey ho, a driving I will go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hoping that from next year the eldest could do some of the driving, however as she would only have just got her license, the insurance will be more than the value of the car.....bit stupid really, she can take tens of thousands of pounds worth of aircraft into the skies, but cannot be trusted (by the insurance companies) to drive on the road without exhorbitant insurance.........bit daft really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-113912040051357654?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/113912040051357654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=113912040051357654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/113912040051357654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/113912040051357654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2006/02/parents-taxi.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-113739220183525017</id><published>2006-01-16T06:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-16T06:16:41.856Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well here we are 2006, the horror season is over, Wedding Anniversary, Wifes Birthday, Christmas and New Year are over. The Christmas decorations are packed away and we can now reflect on another year past and wonder what the new year will bring.  Well thats not too difficult, the window envelopes are arriving, the bank manager has phoned to ask when I'm going to start banking with them rather than them with me! Chappie must want some money.  Reflecting back over past years though, I have noticed one thing. twenty years ago I was single, had a flat stomach and a fat wallet. Now I'm married with children, have a fat stomach and a flat wallet.  I guess though that I should be thankful I'm not as bald as the tyres on the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of bald, how is it that the tax payer gets to fund George "I love Saddam" Galloway gets to be paid whilst sitting in the big brother house though there are those that say British politics are all the better for him being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those that pop in a read , what has become a rather infrequent blog, may you all have a fantastic 2006, may it be full of joy, happiness, prosperity and everything you wish for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-113739220183525017?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/113739220183525017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=113739220183525017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/113739220183525017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/113739220183525017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-here-we-are-2006-horror-season-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-113112230312352868</id><published>2005-11-04T16:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-04T16:38:23.136Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My rant for the week.&lt;br /&gt;I lived abroad as an expat for many years, I was educated abroad, worked abroad, got married (twice) abroad, yet in all the time I was in a foreign country I adopted it's culture, lifestyle and lived the way of life expected there....until this was no loner acceptable.....then I moved.&lt;br /&gt;What gets me, is the number of foreigners here, having decided to leave their country of birth and take up residence in the UK , some on working holiday visas, some on work permits, some on ancestry visas....and what do they do....they whinge and bitch and moan about how crap the UK is, brag that when they get UK citizenship, the maroon passport is their ticket out of here....&lt;br /&gt;I really must ask, do we really want such people here, do we really want people like that presenting themselves abroad , or at home for that matter as citizens of the United Kingdom?????&lt;br /&gt;As my youngest would say...." I don't think so!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-113112230312352868?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/113112230312352868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=113112230312352868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/113112230312352868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/113112230312352868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-rant-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-113102611160505912</id><published>2005-11-03T13:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-03T13:55:11.616Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got the car back...£88 new distributor cap, new HT leads and rotor arm....well at least something has a bit of spark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got the new shift rotas...."Nothing sucks like Electrolux",  whoever coined that phrase has no idea, because this really sucks.  Time to move on to newer things, I refuse to have my life turned upside down and then still be expected to lose 2 grand a year for the priviledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good point yesterday.....I am a civillian instructor with one of the cadet forces and last night we set an exam for one of the courses and they all came up with 80 and 90 percents with a full house 100% for one of them....hmm what was I saying about bright sparks????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-113102611160505912?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/113102611160505912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=113102611160505912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/113102611160505912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/113102611160505912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/11/got-car-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-113076445452376852</id><published>2005-10-31T13:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:14:14.533Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The things people say...&lt;br /&gt;Today my car died, started off OK and got progressively worse.&lt;br /&gt;Limped into the local garage where it died completely  and refused to start.&lt;br /&gt;After explaining in much detail what had happened, stressing the fact that it was longer capable of movement I was asked.&lt;br /&gt;"you going to leave it with us then???"&lt;br /&gt;As if I could take it anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 13 year old was on a flight to Italy with his sister, on their way to spend what turned out to be a week from hell with their father...... Totally peeved with the lack of video entertainment on board he plugged in his MP3, jacked up the volume so that half the plane could hear it, them leant over to his sister and conspiratorially whispered, at least he thought he was whispering,  to her how cute he thought the air hostess' butt was......!!!!!  The look on her face was amusing, the look on his, priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-113076445452376852?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/113076445452376852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=113076445452376852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/113076445452376852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/113076445452376852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-people-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-112988396592773793</id><published>2005-10-21T08:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-21T08:39:25.933Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Horrors of horrors. About this time of year, I recall starting my final school exams.  English, Maths, Physical Science to name but a few.........the sad thing is that this was 30 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that it could not possibly have been so long ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-112988396592773793?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/112988396592773793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=112988396592773793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112988396592773793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112988396592773793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/10/horrors-of-horrors.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-112982577705364003</id><published>2005-10-20T16:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-20T16:29:37.056Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As it is said, another day, another dollar. Today was spent in training which was interesting because I am already on training, so I guess it was training within training, or was it training over and above training.....or training on top of training or was it top up training.....whatever it was I feel totally derailed and about to get the flock out of here, chugg up to the courts and go let off some steam beating  a squash ball to death!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-112982577705364003?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/112982577705364003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=112982577705364003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112982577705364003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112982577705364003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-it-is-said-another-day-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-112970702815837101</id><published>2005-10-19T07:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-19T07:30:28.163Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was just one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a bargain for some early Christmas shopping. Log on and buy it I thought.....but would the site let me in.  Incorrect password....OK, we all get forgetful.  "Forgotten your password, click here" Clicketyclick.  " please answer the following security question" to validate your identity. OK, fair cop if their was a question to answer. Personally I find non existant questions rather difficult to answer.  So I re-registered, works for me and if I end up re-registering everytime I forget a password and the question goes missing....it's their disc space not mine.&lt;br /&gt;Gripes aside, now is the time to do Christmas shopping. Good pre-Christmas bargains.....just bought 1500 pieces of LEGO for the same price I bought a 1000 in last years Christmas rush.&lt;br /&gt;Need to nsave a buck or two, the last few months of the year are bad news, September brings birthdays galore, October brings my sons birthday and December is Christmas, my wife's birthday and our wedding anniversary......bad bad planning on my part.....Ionce suggested to my wife that I just get her one BIG present in December  instead of 3 little ones, she would prefer 3 big presents including one for the birthday she is not having any more......well I guess I can always wrap little presents in big boxes......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-112970702815837101?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/112970702815837101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=112970702815837101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112970702815837101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112970702815837101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/10/yesterday-was-just-one-of-those-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-112955026781062692</id><published>2005-10-17T11:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-17T11:57:47.816Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People over 35 should be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40's,50's, 60's, or even maybe the early 70's probably shouldn't have survived.&lt;br /&gt;Our cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paint.&lt;br /&gt;We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, ... and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets.(Not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.)&lt;br /&gt;As children, we would ride in cars with no seatbelts or air bags.&lt;br /&gt;Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat.&lt;br /&gt;We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.&lt;br /&gt;We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.&lt;br /&gt;We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on.&lt;br /&gt;No one was able to reach us all day. NO CELL PHONES!!!!! Unthinkable!&lt;br /&gt;We did not have Play stations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms.&lt;br /&gt;We had friends! We went outside and found them.&lt;br /&gt;We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents, and there were accidents. No one was to blame but us.&lt;br /&gt;We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever. &lt;br /&gt;We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.&lt;br /&gt;Sports teams had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. And that disappointment became a motivation, not an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. No way were test results adjusted for any reason.&lt;br /&gt;Our actions were our own, and the consequences were expected.&lt;br /&gt;The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever.&lt;br /&gt;The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-112955026781062692?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/112955026781062692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=112955026781062692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112955026781062692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112955026781062692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/10/people-over-35-should-be-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-112929834024211466</id><published>2005-10-14T13:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-14T13:59:00.250Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why can things never be simple, or am I just getting old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was the youngsters birthday. As per family tradition we went off to a favourite steak house for a meal and some present opening.&lt;br /&gt;One of the presents was a Star wars DARTH VADER light sabre......the deluxe flashing noisy model.&lt;br /&gt;Once the paper shredding box ripping part was over, it was time to get this to work.&lt;br /&gt;Lets try the big red button....hey the colour changes, but the sabre remaned ominously silent.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment clouded the little face, instructions got read and a return to the retailer loomed on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me sir, I heard. I looked up and there was the manager of the steak house.  "Having a problem with your light sabre" he asked. "Yup, thing doesn't work."   "I had the same problem, took it back and ranted and raved" he said. "The shop assistant took it and pressed it there" he said while pushing on a concealed switch and voila it worked.....&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this new technology is beyond me.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-112929834024211466?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/112929834024211466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=112929834024211466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112929834024211466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112929834024211466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-can-things-never-be-simple-or-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-112918997730142249</id><published>2005-10-13T07:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-13T07:52:57.313Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, 13th October is Maggie Thatchers Birthday. &lt;br /&gt;The cornerstone of the White House was laid on this day in 1792.&lt;br /&gt;And on this day in 1943 Italy declared war on Germany.&lt;br /&gt;Entertainer Paul Simon was born on this day in 1941 as was Marie Osmond in 1959&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day in 1997 Thrust breaks the sound barrier&lt;br /&gt;Less than three weeks after breaking the elusive 700mph land-speed barrier, British fighter pilot Andy Green set a new land-speed record in the Thrust SuperSonic vehicle, jet-powering through the sound barrier along a one-mile course in Nevada's Black Rock Desert. Coached by previous land-speed record-holder and Thrust team leader Richard Noble, Green roared across Black Rock Desert at 764.168mph, or 1.007 percent above the speed of the sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all some interesting and important things have happened on this day over the years, but the most of important of them all was this day in 1999 when my wife gave birth to my son....who celebrates his 6th birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-112918997730142249?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/112918997730142249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=112918997730142249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112918997730142249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112918997730142249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-13th-october-is-maggie-thatchers.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-112910161181672817</id><published>2005-10-12T06:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:02:04.326Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lego Star Wars....&lt;br /&gt;To prevent the clash of light sabres at home, with the advent of the youngster's birthday we had decided to get him his own PS 2 and his own version of LEGO Star Wars. Looking at all the available options and packages from leading outlets it seemed that this was going to be a complex issue to get the best value for money. Gets your PS 2 from us and get your first game half price......sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;So off I go. Good day, I'll have a PS2 and a Lego star wars at half price please.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry sir, but we do not have Lego Star Wars in stock....&lt;br /&gt;OK then, I'll have a PS 2 and the Incredibles at half price then....&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sir, can't help you with that either...&lt;br /&gt;Why not I ask pointing to the game on the shelf.....&lt;br /&gt;We have NO PS2's in stock sir.......&lt;br /&gt;And this from a major retail outlet........&lt;br /&gt;I find a PS 2 and now go off in search of the Lego Star Wars Game......&lt;br /&gt;First shop, sorry we do not stock that one.....&lt;br /&gt;Next shop.... yes sir we have it, would you like a new or used copy. I'll take a new one, I say. 15 minutes later...I'm so sorry sir, I have the game but cannot find the box.........and we cannot sell it without the box...&lt;br /&gt;Next shop.....this time I get clever...I find the box first. Clutching my prize I approach the till. That will be £29.99 she says...."For a GAME" oh well, banks money, not mine. I'll take it I say.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sir, I'll ring down and have them bring the disk up, we remove them from the boxes to prevent theft......&lt;br /&gt;You know where this is going, don't you. After another 15 minute wait..... I'm sorry sir, we have looked high and low but cannot find the disk.....&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything else we could interest you in.....Yes, A bloody refund.&lt;br /&gt;Got home and ordered it on-line for £14.99&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story, don't bother with high street retailers, it is far more easier to buy on-line and often cheaper too.&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of Coke (the canned variety) last night.......popped up to the local (in)convenience store, to cut a long story short, where can I order Coca Cola online.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-112910161181672817?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/112910161181672817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=112910161181672817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112910161181672817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112910161181672817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/10/lego-star-wars.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-112902286900076061</id><published>2005-10-11T09:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:38:38.940Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was a duplicate that the system refuses to allow me to delete......The computor at home is called FRED which stands for F*&amp;amp;^ing ridiculous electronic device, and today is a good illustration of why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-112902286900076061?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/112902286900076061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=112902286900076061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112902286900076061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112902286900076061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-was-duplicate-that-system-refuses.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-112902278070594097</id><published>2005-10-11T09:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-11T09:26:20.713Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should I sue my parents…..&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, my parents took me to live in a country far far away. I’m not saying I had a bad childhood, in fact it was pretty good. However it appears something was lacking. For all my sins I was born an Essex lad. Since my return to the UK, I keep on hearing the stories of the Essex girls, what they will and won’t do and from all accounts the latter amounts to very little. So it seems than in living abroad my formative years were devoid  of all the delights the Essex girls had to offer….hence the question, have I missed out on an important part of my education, have I been deprived, …..should I sue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-112902278070594097?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/112902278070594097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=112902278070594097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112902278070594097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112902278070594097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/10/should-i-sue-my-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-112893758890396178</id><published>2005-10-10T09:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:46:28.910Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You either love him or hate him....&lt;br /&gt;GW Bush goes down to Louisiana to inspect the reconstruction operations.&lt;br /&gt;Whilst standing on one of the levees, the bank crumbles and before his bodyguards can do anything he tumbles head first into the river.&lt;br /&gt;Swept away in the torrent he thinks all is lost.&lt;br /&gt;As he is carried downstream, he looks up to see two young soldiers of the National Guard on the bank.  Seeing him being swept towards them, they throw in a rope and drag GW to safety.&lt;br /&gt;On regaining his composure he thanks them profusely, but is intrigued by their facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;“Do you know who I am he asks”…..”Yes Sir” they both answer. He continued, “ I am grateful that you have saved my life.  As a token of this gratitude you may name a reward of your choice.”  The first lad was quick off the mark….”Sir,” he said, “ I would like a chunk of Texas real estate, with a few head of horses, a herd of cattle and a Ford Mustang.”  “Done deal” says GW, “and how about you” he asked the second. “A full military funeral” was the reply. GW is stunned…”military funeral, why would you a young, fit and healthy American lad with his whole life ahead of him want a funeral, you are nowhere near being dead.”&lt;br /&gt;The youth replied, “ I will be when my Dad finds out who I just pulled out of the river”!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-112893758890396178?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/112893758890396178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=112893758890396178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112893758890396178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112893758890396178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-either-love-him-or-hate-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-112868000081531457</id><published>2005-10-07T10:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:13:20.823Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me and health…..&lt;br /&gt;You need to get into shape…….I am in shape, it just happens to be round. Besides I reckon it would be better to die young, fat and happy as opposed to old skinny and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime ago I got summonsed to the local GP for a routine check-up.&lt;br /&gt;“You need to lose weight” said the nurse…..I was still fuming when I got home….next to her I look anorexic.  My wife asked if I had made any comments on the matter…..would you argue with a nurse whose arms are thicker than your legs?….To quote my youngest “I don’t think so.”&lt;br /&gt;But I have heeded the warning…I have taken up exercise, gone on diet….and even lost inches, not where I need to around the middle but in stupid places like arms and legs.&lt;br /&gt;Add insult to injury, my weight has gone up. Muscle is heavier than fat …..so what is the point in trying to lose weight through exercise, it isn’t going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Sit-ups do wonders for the gut I’m told…..but if muscles get bigger as they are exercised, it would be a reasonable assumption that exercising stomach muscles would make them bigger….and a bigger gut is the last thing I need.&lt;br /&gt;Swimming is great…aerobic, good cardio vascular workout and low impact on the (already creaking) joints….have you seen the amount of blubber that comes off a whale…..???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if exercise we must, then the following seems like a good plan,&lt;br /&gt;SITUPS (in bed) &lt;br /&gt;JUMPS (out of bed)&lt;br /&gt;RUN AROUND THE BLOCK (kick it back under the bed when finished)&lt;br /&gt;WEIGHTS (for the bathroom to become vacant) and,&lt;br /&gt; SKIP (any other form of exercises)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And should the desire for any further exercise become overwhelming, sit down and wait for the feeling to go away……….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-112868000081531457?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/112868000081531457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=112868000081531457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112868000081531457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112868000081531457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/10/me-and-health.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-112859523040730805</id><published>2005-10-06T10:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-06T10:46:47.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How many people or doctors or lawyers or builders etc does it take to screw in a light bulb….None, I only have bayonet fittings….the bulb however, is more often than not, brighter than the yo-yo asking the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the real answer is it only takes two to screw in a light bulb.....if the bulb is big enough to hold two people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-112859523040730805?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/112859523040730805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=112859523040730805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112859523040730805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112859523040730805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-many-people-or-doctors-or-lawyers.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-112851208743223384</id><published>2005-10-05T11:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-05T11:34:47.436Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m confused….&lt;br /&gt;No not me, but a comment voiced by a colleague. A comment that met with instant derision…. “so whats new” one asked, “no surprise” voiced another, “nonsense, you need a brain to be confused” said another.&lt;br /&gt;But what is confusion??&lt;br /&gt;Sending someone into a rondavel (Round building with a conical roof) and telling them to stand in the corner???&lt;br /&gt;Showing someone a barrow full of spades and telling them to take their pick????&lt;br /&gt;My kids had brick walls in their classroom. If unruly, they were told to face the wall and count bricks…..we tried that at home, we have plastered walls…..go figure.&lt;br /&gt;For some, selecting what to wear could be confusing….how does one select one pair from amongst 50 pairs of shoes???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time favourite is a chameleon on a smartie box!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-112851208743223384?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/112851208743223384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=112851208743223384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112851208743223384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112851208743223384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-112806428085444339</id><published>2005-09-30T07:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-30T07:11:20.860Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY RANT FOR THE WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;Yob culture…we have all heard of it, but where does it come from, certainly was not an element of my formative years.&lt;br /&gt;All too often we hear the adults of today moaning about the “yob” culture, the disrespectfulness of todays youth…but why does this perception exist?? Where do the youngsters of today get it from???&lt;br /&gt;I’ll let you into a secret…..they get it from those who more often than not complain about it. Yup, you got it, the pillars of society that set the example, the adult role models that our children look up to.&lt;br /&gt;But, you ask, why would I say something like this, what on earth would make me think this to be true???? Experience!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I recently took a bunch of youngsters to help marshal parking at a local event. Not any old youngsters but youngsters from one of the local cadet units. All neat and presentable in uniforms, reflective jackets and torches, they were prepared to give up their parade night, prepared to give up their time and commit themselves to giving something back to their community….and what thanks did they get….a thank you or a well done…..Not on your nelly. They got flak, not from kids their own age having a go, but by the “adults”. Verbal abuse second to none….moaned at, sworn at….no wonder the kids of today act like they do…they have perfect role models.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-112806428085444339?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/112806428085444339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=112806428085444339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112806428085444339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112806428085444339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-rant-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-112797740906043362</id><published>2005-09-29T07:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-29T17:11:56.243Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Little miss Muffet was no black belt…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a particularly strenuous work out, a martial arts instructor was overheard telling a female student “when you don a black belt you know no fear, no pain”&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking…..are women not supposed to be fearless, impervious to pain???&lt;br /&gt;To us mere men, this is often presented as fact.&lt;br /&gt;Face it how many times have you heard of the pains of childbirth.&lt;br /&gt;Then there is waxing….I mean women pour hot wax on their bodies,&lt;br /&gt;I shudder at the thought of applying a sticky tape to my legs and yanking the hairs out by the roots…..&lt;br /&gt;It does not stop there. I’ve had two hernia ops, the sight of that nurse approaching very sensitive areas with sharp objects was enough to cause a very cold sweat, but women wield razor sharp blades around their nether regions with no more concern than they would show slicing a loaf of bread…..&lt;br /&gt;It therefore stands to reason that for a woman to don a black belt in martial arts would be a simple thing to do….they ARE fearless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is then that they are scared of spiders??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-112797740906043362?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/112797740906043362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=112797740906043362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112797740906043362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112797740906043362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/09/little-miss-muffet-was-no-black-belt.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-112789423673673524</id><published>2005-09-28T07:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-28T07:57:16.740Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Abuse of power…&lt;br /&gt;Through out history there are stories of abuse of power,&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be by presidents, kings, queens, mere politicians of a member of your local traffic constabulary, somewhere sometime there will be a story of them abusing power….most will claim they were doing their job….were they.&lt;br /&gt;I recently came across true abuse of power…..not by anyone famous; I don’t even know the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the doctors who say otherwise, I AM in shape…the shape just happens to be round. But rolling around after a 6 year old is no fun, so I now watch the diet and get some exercise. I have taken to taking a late lunch, spending the time at the gym or on the squash court followed by a shower. By this time the canteen is closed so I treat my self to a Mueller Corner yogurt from the vending machine. After a particularly gruelling session, I popped the 50p into the vending machine..retrieved my yogurt and slumped into my chair, drooling at the anticipation of  strawberry….only to find some miserable so and so had sellotaped a FORK to the package…Have you ever tried eating yogurt with a fork?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-112789423673673524?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/112789423673673524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=112789423673673524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112789423673673524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112789423673673524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/09/abuse-of-power-through-out-history.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-112781871645132586</id><published>2005-09-27T10:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-27T10:58:36.453Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love, logic and denim jeans…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been asked "do I look fat in this"????…do you lie???&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you do not even get asked the question….&lt;br /&gt;The better half chucks her denim jeans in the wash….and as they always do, they shrink.&lt;br /&gt;Your mates invite you round for a BBQ, you tell the better half….and she decides to wear jeans…..&lt;br /&gt;Now because of the shrinkage, her  jeans are difficult to put on and they feel tight. With typical reasoning the logic for this is that she has got fat…..&lt;br /&gt;The logic extrapolates that because she has got fat, she is no longer attractive AND because she is no longer attractive, you do not love her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So off you go, with you getting the cold shoulder for something you do not have the foggiest idea about.  The longer the evening, the colder the shoulder and inevitably the more beer you consume.&lt;br /&gt;When you finally get home, the realisation that you are in the dog box sets in, logic dictates that “getting lucky” is out of the question so  you roll over and go to sleep without even bothering to try for the rejection.&lt;br /&gt;This of course reinforces the idea that you no longer find her attractive, because she has got fat and you therefore do not love her any more….&lt;br /&gt;And all because she washed her jeans……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-112781871645132586?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/112781871645132586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=112781871645132586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112781871645132586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112781871645132586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-logic-and-denim-jeans-ever-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-112773514436763113</id><published>2005-09-26T11:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-26T11:45:44.373Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody hangover....I thought I was past those, however after attending a charity dinner I came to the startling realization that there are those older than me that can still put the good stuff away in quantities guaranteed to deliver a monumental headache.....didn't help that I had to be up a sparrow fart on Sunday either.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-112773514436763113?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/feeds/112773514436763113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132816&amp;postID=112773514436763113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112773514436763113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112773514436763113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/09/bloody-hangover.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132816.post-112772107148699611</id><published>2005-09-26T07:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-26T07:51:11.490Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The G1BND blogspot where anything regarding G1BND goes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132816-112772107148699611?l=g1bnd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112772107148699611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132816/posts/default/112772107148699611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g1bnd.blogspot.com/2005/09/g1bnd-blogspot-where-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Simon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06212422756016250774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
