<?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-6163225</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:39:31.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'>streakyblog</title><subtitle type='html'>A streakypieceofpiss's personal blog on life, loves... or the lack of them, and what amuses him, or doesn't</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>789</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-115825285684406338</id><published>2006-09-14T17:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T17:54:16.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Streaky the Home Owner !</title><summary type='text'>as of Saturday I shall be living in my own home ! I've not posted anything on here for ages. Mainly due to not having much internet access at home (or work) over the last few months, but also because I've been so amazingly busy... looking for flats, making offers, having them accepted, sorting out mortgages, waiting for legal people and contracts, and completing the deal last week... Now I'm busy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/115825285684406338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/115825285684406338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2006/09/streaky-home-owner.html' title='Streaky the Home Owner !'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-114582515428773014</id><published>2006-04-23T21:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:45:54.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Californ-ya dreamin'....</title><summary type='text'>BACK FROM CALIFORN-I-A !  

can't be arsed to blog, but all the pics are uploaded already - very good for me !!

  more later.... I'm tirezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz  

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/114582515428773014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/114582515428773014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2006/04/californ-ya-dreamin.html' title='Californ-ya dreamin&apos;....'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-114476803020353648</id><published>2006-04-11T15:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:07:10.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to LA...</title><summary type='text'>Yeah,yeah - I know... FEBRUARY !! I'm crap  

But Rob and I are off to Los Angeles tomorrow. He's training and having his first races since last April... I'm shopping ! I've hired a car for the 9 days that I'm there, so hoping to be able to do some of the things I didn't do the last couple of times I've been. Have to be honest, I've never been a fan of LA, but I'll give it the benefit of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/114476803020353648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/114476803020353648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2006/04/off-to-la.html' title='Off to LA...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-114072664168332663</id><published>2006-02-23T20:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:30:41.700Z</updated><title type='text'>Can't believe how busy I've been !</title><summary type='text'>Weds 15th Feb: managed to get myself invited to the BRIT awards... was sitting with various pompous music industry people on a table with a great view of it all - saw Madonna, Prince, Coldplay, Kaiser Chiefs, Kanye West and all the rest... but it was more YANKS than BRITS if you ask me ! Supped the free champers and tasty grub whilst they tried to lobby us all on Govt legislation and other random</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/114072664168332663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/114072664168332663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2006/02/cant-believe-how-busy-ive-been.html' title='Can&apos;t believe how busy I&apos;ve been !'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113925118737524005</id><published>2006-02-06T18:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T22:03:19.860Z</updated><title type='text'>it's been a strange week or two...</title><summary type='text'>Lots has happened over the last few weeks. Lots of decisions made, lots of friends seen, lots of car journeys to South Norwood, lots of Lib Dem scandal, lots of offence caused and taken, lots of animosity, lots of tears but no harm done...  

last week was Popa's funeral. I was asked to do a reading from the Bible, which I'm glad to say I managed without choking - but it was difficult. I've never</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113925118737524005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113925118737524005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-been-strange-week-or-two.html' title='it&apos;s been a strange week or two...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113777044423085609</id><published>2006-01-20T15:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-20T15:20:44.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Sad, but expected news...</title><summary type='text'>Dad just called me with the sad news that Popa dies about an hour ago. I suppose it's a relief, but it's always a gutting experience to know that a member of the family won't be there the next time you visit. He was still in buoyant mood apparently - but his body had been so weakened by the cancer that it just became too much and it won the battle. I hope Nana is OK - she's still of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113777044423085609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113777044423085609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2006/01/sad-but-expected-news.html' title='Sad, but expected news...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113743585394802734</id><published>2006-01-16T18:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:24:13.950Z</updated><title type='text'>Pneumonia...</title><summary type='text'>Dad called this morning with the news that Popa was taken into hospital with pneumonialast night... apparently a nurse arrived after I left and they decided it was a better idea - for him and for Nana - to take him into a ward for a week where they can keep a close eye on him. I know it sounds awful, but as with Granny when she had her cancer - I just wish it would end for him now, before it gets</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113743585394802734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113743585394802734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2006/01/pneumonia.html' title='Pneumonia...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113743523341919127</id><published>2006-01-15T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:13:53.440Z</updated><title type='text'>Picture this !</title><summary type='text'>Rob and I have been to the flicks a couple of times... it's becoming a weekend thing, as both of us are a bit hard pushed for cash at the moment ('rent a dvd then !' I hear you all cry out...). Saw Brokeback Mountain last Sunday, and Match Point yesterday... One was amazing, both for the depth of the storyline, the cinematography and a dialogue that worked really well between the main actors, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113743523341919127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113743523341919127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2006/01/picture-this.html' title='Picture this !'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113743576363913126</id><published>2006-01-15T19:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:22:43.643Z</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye... ?</title><summary type='text'>Went down to Eastbourne yesterday to see Nana and Popa - it was all very depressing. Popa has visibly taken a turn of the worse since I last saw him in mid-December. I knew he hwhouldn't be looking any better, but it was a bit of a shock to see just how much worse he was... Breathing is obviously much harder and the drugs he's on mean that he's very lethargic. He managed to tell us a joke - so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113743576363913126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113743576363913126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2006/01/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye... ?'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113716809844990948</id><published>2006-01-13T15:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-13T16:01:38.470Z</updated><title type='text'>The time has finally come...</title><summary type='text'>I've been rather quiet on here recently, as I've been doing quite a bit of thinking... and I'm now able to announce that as of 28th February, I will no longer be living in Clapham - I is goin' home !
 
The time has finally come when I realise that I'm finding it difficult to live with 5 other people - especially when some of them have a very different outlook on what is acceptable cleanliness in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113716809844990948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113716809844990948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2006/01/time-has-finally-come.html' title='The time has finally come...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113658838896440909</id><published>2006-01-06T14:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:04:16.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Hear, hear...</title><summary type='text'>There are few moments in my life where I can, hand on heart say, 'I agree with you Yasmin', but this is one of them !  

The Evening Standard  
Thursday January 5, 2006  
The self-righteous bigotry that holds back Islam
By Yasmin Alibhai-Brown 

SIR Iqbal Sacranie, head of the Muslim Council of Britain (MCB), has skilfully promoted himself as the voice of British Islam. Personally, he is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113658838896440909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113658838896440909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2006/01/hear-hear.html' title='Hear, hear...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113658862252249359</id><published>2006-01-06T10:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:03:42.523Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear oh dear oh dear... who would have guessed ??</title><summary type='text'>Today I shall be drinking only ginger beer, in sympathy for Charles Kennedy and his current plight...  
  One for the road ?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113658862252249359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113658862252249359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-dear-oh-dear-oh-dear-who-would-have.html' title='Oh dear oh dear oh dear... who would have guessed ??'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113647732990180989</id><published>2006-01-05T16:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-05T16:08:49.916Z</updated><title type='text'>Thursday arvo entertainment...</title><summary type='text'>what if Dubya was ... black ??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113647732990180989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113647732990180989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2006/01/thursday-arvo-entertainment.html' title='Thursday arvo entertainment...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113639616041076239</id><published>2006-01-04T17:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-04T17:36:00.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Shame and less...</title><summary type='text'>You would have thought that the British Muslims a lot more to think about post-July 7th, like helping to root out the distorted picture of the Quran and Islam that is being all too often peddled by the uneducated elements of their community. I'd like to think that this (influential) muslim leader's views were a minority opinion, but, as with many elements of the British black community (and West </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113639616041076239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113639616041076239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2006/01/shame-and-less.html' title='Shame and less...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113639499707674011</id><published>2006-01-02T17:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:01:07.173Z</updated><title type='text'>2005 to 2006</title><summary type='text'>Well, that was 2005 ! Had a good laugh for NYE 2005 on Manchester's Canal Street... aka going for an Anal Treet (nice !). It was just like Queer as Folk too - lots of v gay man and women, trannies, the works... God only knows where we went, but one bar was full of freaks (The Union ?), we had a few drinks and an early somach-lining dinner at Via something or other, and checked out Manto (I think.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113639499707674011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113639499707674011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2006/01/2005-to-2006.html' title='2005 to 2006'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113585559950198678</id><published>2005-12-29T11:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-29T11:26:39.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Back in the snowy UK...</title><summary type='text'>well, not so snowy in London... infact not even a flake that I can see ! But the drive up to Notts might not be so snow-free if the news is anything to go by. We shall see...  

back from a very relaxing few days at Jacks in Holland with Rob and Ma... did the usual xmas stuff, ate and drank WAY too much (put on some serious weight which needs the attention of a gym !), shopped in Amsterdam, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113585559950198678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113585559950198678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-in-snowy-uk.html' title='Back in the snowy UK...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113526023466370719</id><published>2005-12-22T13:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-22T14:03:54.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2005 !</title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas one and all... off to Holland with the byf on friday for just under a week with Mum and Jk... fingers crossed all goes well ! Been so busy this week - had nearly zero time to myself. Looks like Manchester gayness is on for New Years Eve after meeting up with Si last night... Southwell for a night, then training over the Pennines for the night on first train back in the morning - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113526023466370719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113526023466370719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-2005.html' title='Merry Christmas 2005 !'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113525940910246735</id><published>2005-12-21T13:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:51:02.376Z</updated><title type='text'>The Happy Couple</title><summary type='text'>Congratulations to Britain's gayest celeb couple on their 'wedding' 
 
  wouldn't it be a shame if it were all a sham and Mr furnish was doing the dirty behind his hubbie's back on a regular basis... 

... am I alone in thinking Elt might be dyeing his hair ?? Looks like he's modelling his colourful locks on our friend the golden lion tamarin (see below !)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113525940910246735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113525940910246735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-couple.html' title='The Happy Couple'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113517092613688650</id><published>2005-12-21T13:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-21T13:15:26.160Z</updated><title type='text'>That cheeky French twat is having a go at our food again !</title><summary type='text'>Britain's efforts to kick-start the talks with a banquet of traditional Scottish haddock soup and Northern Irish lamb, washed down by finest Tintern Parva Welsh wine, failed to impress its negotiating partners.Commenting on the after-dinner cheese, Chirac, apparently only half-joking, reportedly told Polish officials: "I hope I don't have to go through that again." (Sunday Times, 18/12/05)
 
To </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113517092613688650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113517092613688650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/12/that-cheeky-french-twat-is-having-go.html' title='That cheeky French twat is having a go at our food again !'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113516356672813648</id><published>2005-12-21T11:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:57:56.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Separated @ birth ?</title><summary type='text'>Is it me, or does anyone else see the resemblance between Zoe Ball and a golden lion tamarin ?? aka a cheeky-faced, ginger primate. I was racking my tiny brain whilst watching the Strictly Come Dancing final on Saturday, and couldn't for the life of me remember the name of the said beast, but it came to good old mr's Google - God bless them ! Have to say, I haven't watched a single episode of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113516356672813648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113516356672813648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/12/separated-birth.html' title='Separated @ birth ?'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113463534826664384</id><published>2005-12-15T08:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-15T08:29:08.280Z</updated><title type='text'>Camp Christmas Kitsch....</title><summary type='text'>Had a long lunch, did a bit of shopping, met the byf for a coffee (water in my case as I think I've been O-Ding on the caffeine lately)... saw the actress Nina Sosanya in Covent Garden, and have been pissing about ever since. haircut after work, a few administrative doings when I get home, then off to Upper Norwood later. I've bought the tackiest. campest fake Christmas tree from paperchase and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113463534826664384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113463534826664384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/12/camp-christmas-kitsch.html' title='Camp Christmas Kitsch....'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113456567832163597</id><published>2005-12-14T12:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-14T13:07:58.336Z</updated><title type='text'>The Kite Runner...</title><summary type='text'>I finished reading a GREAT book not long ago, and I had to blog it... "An epic tale of fathers and sons, of friendship and betrayal, that takes us from the final days of Afghanistan’s monarchy to the atrocities of the present." ...is what it says on the authors website... A serious heart-wrencher at times, I found it really frustrating to have to put this book down. I wonder whether the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113456567832163597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113456567832163597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/12/kite-runner.html' title='The Kite Runner...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113456440462924558</id><published>2005-12-14T11:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:46:44.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Mor-el No-el</title><summary type='text'>We had our Christmas Housemates-only dinner last night at Morel, and very nice it was too ! We worked out that we hadn't managed to all be around the same table since mid-March, when we had a pizza meal at Eco on the High Street, the day before we went skiing... AGES ! shocking behaviour ! So we had a good old laugh, the conversation inevitably turning to toilet-humour and sex, put away a sizable</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113456440462924558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113456440462924558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/12/mor-el-no-el.html' title='Mor-el No-el'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113450086611939440</id><published>2005-12-13T19:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-13T19:07:46.120Z</updated><title type='text'>the saddest news...</title><summary type='text'>Went down to see the grandparents at the weekend. Going to be popping down there quite a bit in the coming weeks. We found out at the end of last month that Dad's dad has untreatable lung cancer. Apparently he used to work with asbestos back in the day and did have a smoke every now and then - all before my time though. I was expecting it all to be very grim, but he was quite chipper considering </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113450086611939440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113450086611939440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/12/saddest-news_13.html' title='the saddest news...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113450033809826581</id><published>2005-12-13T18:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-13T18:58:58.100Z</updated><title type='text'>2 not 3</title><summary type='text'>I'm such a cretin... the blog's not 3 years old - it's 2 ! div ! still a toddler though</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113450033809826581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113450033809826581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/12/2-not-3.html' title='2 not 3'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113449961074351293</id><published>2005-12-13T18:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-13T18:46:50.756Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas dinner - part III</title><summary type='text'>I'm no fan of the iPod shuffle, but for those who are iPod mad and into Christmas in a religious way - this is THE accessory for the festive season ! Talking of iPods, my new video 30Gb is playing up at the moment. Ever since I plugged it into my Mum's car tape adapter and charger, it's racing thru playlists and albums... the cover art is all over the place etc... Not sure what to do. The forums </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113449961074351293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113449961074351293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-dinner-part-iii.html' title='Christmas dinner - part III'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113414187613380913</id><published>2005-12-03T15:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-09T15:24:36.210Z</updated><title type='text'>A toddler... 3 today !</title><summary type='text'>Three years old today ! and still going (relatively) strong... I might have become rather pre-occupied in my life with Rob over the last 6 or so months, but I've still tried my best to keep this updated... photos still going on etc - a few tweaks here and there to evade the spammers who rather nastily hijacked my comments section, ditched the main Streakypieceofpiss website, but three years later</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113414187613380913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113414187613380913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/12/toddler-3-today.html' title='A toddler... 3 today !'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113292954920192039</id><published>2005-11-25T14:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-25T14:39:09.213Z</updated><title type='text'>I will have a Bacardi &amp; Coke Myfanwe...</title><summary type='text'>No gays in the village !!! I DON'T BELIEVE IT ! They could always import one from Clapham... plenty of the gays to go around up here...  

bless the gays  

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113292954920192039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113292954920192039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-will-have-bacardi-coke-myfanwe.html' title='I will have a Bacardi &amp; Coke Myfanwe...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113292818551842101</id><published>2005-11-25T14:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-25T14:16:25.533Z</updated><title type='text'>Only in Japan...</title><summary type='text'>  

apparently, the translated instructions that come with the cat-clothes read like this... awww... bless !
 
1. Dress her up. Cheer or yell, do whatever you like to enjoy the moment with your family. 
 
2. After you are enough with your joy, take a photo! Take some poses and leave her some cute photos!
 
3. Remove her clothes and give her a hub, say "Thank you!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113292818551842101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113292818551842101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/11/only-in-japan.html' title='Only in Japan...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113292855661250385</id><published>2005-11-22T14:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-25T14:22:36.616Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I had fun anyway ... But due to a mutual misunderstanding that got WAY out of hand, Rob and Emily had a major falling out on Saturday night - lots of nasty things were said that shouldn't have been. Alcohol was a major factor with Rob - I know that much. It's no excuse and he knows what I think about it all! I know his short temper can easily get the better of him at times, but add too much</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113292855661250385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113292855661250385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-i-had-fun-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113232452649975481</id><published>2005-11-18T14:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-18T14:35:26.500Z</updated><title type='text'>20's to 30's</title><summary type='text'>70 friends all in the same vicinity all helping me come to terms with my last week in my twenties...aaaaarh, bless !
 
I'm really looking forward to it... but I'm going to have to pace myself... out all day saturday with Chloe and her new fella, and meeting at the bar at 7.30pm, for a long night of drinks, chatter and boogeying... MUST remember the camera to record it all for posterity... (watch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113232452649975481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113232452649975481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/11/20s-to-30s.html' title='20&apos;s to 30&apos;s'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113222458634152312</id><published>2005-11-17T10:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-17T10:49:46.360Z</updated><title type='text'>YAY !!</title><summary type='text'>The new toy's been dispatched - AT LAST !  
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113222458634152312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113222458634152312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/11/yay.html' title='YAY !!'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113232411697194144</id><published>2005-11-15T14:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-18T14:28:36.986Z</updated><title type='text'>Skeggie...more like 'Smeggie'</title><summary type='text'>What is it about British seaside resorts...  ? DUMPS ! Was up for a weekend with the 'in-laws' this weekend, and me and me man decided to drive over to 'Skeggie' aka Skegness... The other half hadn't been for years, and I doubted I'd ever been, but I'm afraid I wasn't pleasantly surprised...at all ! Apart from the fact that everyone looked like they'd just got out of either a prison or a dole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113232411697194144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113232411697194144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/11/skeggiemore-like-smeggie.html' title='Skeggie...more like &apos;Smeggie&apos;'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113170644391918436</id><published>2005-11-11T11:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-11T10:54:03.933Z</updated><title type='text'>Remember them...</title><summary type='text'>  taken by moi...  
Remember them...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113170644391918436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113170644391918436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/11/remember-them.html' title='Remember them...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113138097909551602</id><published>2005-11-07T16:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-07T16:29:39.173Z</updated><title type='text'>El Salvador</title><summary type='text'>I can't remember if  blogged it or not, but many weeks ago - the beginning of the summer if I recall, I started this geography challenge... you choose which country to represent, then you're asked to find countries on a blank map of the world... I represent El Salvador (chosen because it was so low down on the table - 174th when I started) - then depending on the number of countries you get right</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113138097909551602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113138097909551602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/11/el-salvador.html' title='El Salvador'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113112059751964467</id><published>2005-11-04T16:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-04T16:09:57.523Z</updated><title type='text'>I must Confess...</title><summary type='text'>I have managed to get my grubby little mits on  (most of) the new Madonna album, Confessions On A Dancefloor, almost 2 weeks before it's released - and I have to say - it's a stonker Maddy ! Well done ! Loving Get Together, Future Lovers and Push in particular. Not too sure about I Love New York, but hey, you can't have it all - hope she tours with this one...I'm sure she will, as she's been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113112059751964467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113112059751964467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-must-confess.html' title='I must Confess...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113112036934724036</id><published>2005-11-04T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-04T16:06:09.363Z</updated><title type='text'>Fire does work !</title><summary type='text'>Fireworks tonight on Clapham Common - so going !!... but it looks like it might well rain. I love the day after bonfire night-proper, coz there's a lovely smokey smell in the air - only temporarily, but it just makes you so aware that it's the middle of autumn... misty, smokey, cold, and damp....  

Off to the Lewes bonfire celebrations on Saturday night - I used to go with Dad years ago, when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113112036934724036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113112036934724036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/11/fire-does-work.html' title='Fire does work !'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113095184930593864</id><published>2005-11-02T17:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-02T17:17:29.370Z</updated><title type='text'>25 days...</title><summary type='text'>30... I think it's starting to get more and more real now it's actually November. Although it sounds a bit big headed (tough - I'm saying it anyway) a lot of people have been saying I look a lot younger than 30 recently - whether they're lying thru their teeth or it's the fact that I've lost quite a bit of weight, I don't know, but it's making me feel so much better about heading towards the big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113095184930593864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113095184930593864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/11/25-days.html' title='25 days...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113095025016999537</id><published>2005-11-02T16:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-02T16:50:50.186Z</updated><title type='text'>spend spend spend... £££</title><summary type='text'>I've had a bit of a purchasing lapse... What with Christmas rapidly approaching, most sensible human beings are saving their money to buy presents and pay off credit card bills, but not me... I go and buy a new iPod ! I'm such a sucker for a new gadget... but sounds like I might have sold my old one for £50...  
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113095025016999537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113095025016999537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/11/spend-spend-spend.html' title='spend spend spend... £££'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113087401812794488</id><published>2005-11-01T19:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:40:38.346Z</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate ? what for ?</title><summary type='text'>Had a bit of a nasty experience on the bus home last night.... to cut a long story short - this little cnut attempted to mug this other kid in broad daylight and infront of all and sundry ... wearing a Halloween mask. It took me back to the good old days when I was mugged on three separate occasions whilst coming home from school... scary experience, but at least in this kids case, his fellow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113087401812794488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113087401812794488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/11/celebrate-what-for.html' title='Celebrate ? what for ?'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113087369511879183</id><published>2005-11-01T19:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:42:03.563Z</updated><title type='text'>Light me up...</title><summary type='text'>Happy Diwali ! Not sure about all the swastikas on the floor, but I suspect you Hindus had them first and they were hijacked by psychos later... anyway - get those lamps lit have a good one !  

 
Fireworks at the Golden Temple</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113087369511879183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113087369511879183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/11/light-me-up.html' title='Light me up...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113027435026214039</id><published>2005-10-25T22:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:10:21.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hung up ? nahh</title><summary type='text'>Loving the new Madonna tune - she's sampled Abba's Gimme Gimme Gimme really well... looking forward to hearing the rest of the album on 14th November  

   dare I say the word "botox" ??? er... yeah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113027435026214039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113027435026214039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/10/hung-up-nahh.html' title='Hung up ? nahh'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113027412670119889</id><published>2005-10-25T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:12:30.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>polly wanna cracker...</title><summary type='text'>what the hell is going on ?? last weekend we had a day out in Greenwich park (pics here) and there were parrots all over the place - flying around in the wild - I'd like to say flying around like pigeons, but they're somewhat more colourful and generally prettier than skanky, curled-toed vermin... ok, so they're noisy, and their Asian cousins are prone to Avian Flu, but they ain't pigeons.  
   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113027412670119889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113027412670119889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/10/polly-wanna-cracker.html' title='polly wanna cracker...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113027389103591072</id><published>2005-10-25T21:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:12:11.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes the bride...</title><summary type='text'>Had a brilliant day with Paul and Liz at Kattie's wedding - she looked beautiful as she got married - sun shining, autumnal colours in every direction... lovely ! Had to head back relatively early, but I'm dead chuffed to have been invited - very special. Next wedding is probably going to be Emma McC's whenever that is... I love weddings and they've asked me to take official photos on a kind of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113027389103591072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113027389103591072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/10/here-comes-bride.html' title='here comes the bride...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113027365923607674</id><published>2005-10-25T21:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:11:53.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>no comment....</title><summary type='text'>I've had to remove the ability to add comments on my blog... it seems to have been hijacked by some spammers - so if anyone has made a witty remark, asked a question or given me any apt advice over the last couple of years - I'm sorry, but I've had to scrap them all... thank one Ms 'Silvianne'... what a bitch !</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113027365923607674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113027365923607674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-comment.html' title='no comment....'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-113027361865872846</id><published>2005-10-25T21:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:11:35.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back !</title><summary type='text'>Not blogged in ages...again ! I've had a bit of a problem with my PC at home as it seems to have become infected with pop-ups... but I forlked out for some special kit to mend it which seems to have done the job. It was so annoying to have to close down all the windows that sprouted up, that it disuaded me from going online at home - but in the meantime, I have been blogging - just not uploading </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113027361865872846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/113027361865872846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back !'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112722746437331154</id><published>2005-09-20T15:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T11:02:13.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetie....daaaaah-ling !</title><summary type='text'>still being crap with the blog... I hardly have any time to log on at home any more... the Out membership has lapsed and I guess there's no need for it any more.... those who I stay in touch with are on the end  of an email address... 
  
been a bit of a 'cling-on' recently with Rob... went to a free after show party for the premiere of the film Goal on Thursday. Managed to get a couple of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112722746437331154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112722746437331154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/09/sweetiedaaaaah-ling.html' title='Sweetie....daaaaah-ling !'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112671018045487944</id><published>2005-09-14T15:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T16:03:00.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the grindstone...well, sort of</title><summary type='text'>Been back from a lovely week in crete for a week now... still got the remnants of a tan, though the peeling out-spaces the brown skin now, so I suppose it's a lost cause. Nevermind.  

Had a great time though...superb weather, excellent local food, beautifully kept hotel - what more can you ask for...? Photos are here too: Crete 2005 Hired a car for 2 days and saw a bit of the island - a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112671018045487944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112671018045487944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-to-grindstonewell-sort-of.html' title='Back to the grindstone...well, sort of'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112504589303893298</id><published>2005-08-26T09:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T09:44:53.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday's booked at last !</title><summary type='text'>Rob and my good self are off to sunny Crete on Tuesday ! Can't wait... just to lie on a sun-drenched beach, doing sweet F all for a whole week - bliss !! We were hoping for a last minute cheapo deal, and I guess it isn't too bad for an all inclusive trip... planning to hire a car and explore a bit... maybe the Minator's palace etc... Chania and a place called Rethymnon (sic) - all supposed to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112504589303893298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112504589303893298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/08/holidays-booked-at-last.html' title='Holiday&apos;s booked at last !'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112410968365602153</id><published>2005-08-15T13:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T13:41:23.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tail between my legs...</title><summary type='text'>Good grief ! I have been a bad, bad blogger... but you know what - I don't really care. It's summertime in the city, I'm going out with a great guy and just enjoying my time with him, going on days out, just chilling... end of story. Work is dead, got a few things in the diary to look forward to (Dublin this weekend - YAY !), I'm feeling much healthier for losing some of the beer around my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112410968365602153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112410968365602153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/08/tail-between-my-legs.html' title='Tail between my legs...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112307191487286707</id><published>2005-08-03T13:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T13:25:14.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feral Streatham scummers...</title><summary type='text'>Saw Skeleton Key last night with Rob and Simon... in Streatham... never again ! Great film - edge of your seat stuff... all very freaky... but the hoochie f*ckwits behind us pushed me to the edge of my patience !!!! Shouting across the cinema at friends, loudly eating throughout the film - I don't see the point in going to the cinema at all if you're not going to watch the film - assholes ! Why </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112307191487286707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112307191487286707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/08/feral-streatham-scummers.html' title='Feral Streatham scummers...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112256195195948633</id><published>2005-07-28T14:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T15:45:51.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Off to nottingham again this weekend - Rob's brother's birthday weekend - so we're driving up after lunch tomorrow. Cambridge for the day on Saturday for some appointment with a bone specialist Rob has to see for his injury, then a night out in Nottingham on Saturday night... should be fun - even though said brother doesn't sound fully exceptant of younger brother's gay-status and imminent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112256195195948633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112256195195948633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/off-to-nottingham-again-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112256184357936333</id><published>2005-07-28T13:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T09:49:09.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trap that gas !</title><summary type='text'>Saw The Fantastic Four last night - quite disappointing really... not that I was expecting the storyline to be particularly engaging, but it was barely there at all ! The only positive I can really think of was the fact that Chris Evans [no - not the bespectacled ginger twat of Channel 4 fame] looked rather tasty throughout, and was persuaded to strip topless a fair few times... nice ! 

  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112256184357936333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112256184357936333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/trap-that-gas.html' title='Trap that gas !'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112256157904566928</id><published>2005-07-27T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T15:39:39.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went and saw Saturday Night Fever with the family on Monday... the music was great as was the dancing was pretty amazing, but it didn't even come close to We Will Rock You. It must have had some impact on me coz I can't get Bee Gees songs out of my head at the moment... 3 days later !! Even borrowed the soundtrack to put on the PC... Arranged a dinner with the family (and some !) for August 10th.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112256157904566928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112256157904566928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/went-and-saw-saturday-night-fever-with.html' title=''/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112256149286668164</id><published>2005-07-27T14:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T15:38:12.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no blog...</title><summary type='text'>I've not blogged for nearly a week ! terrible ! Especially naughty considering the week we've had since I last blogged....
 
well... it turned out that 4 more assholes attempted to blow themselves and innocent bystanders up on the London Underground and a bus.... 2 weeks to the day after the 7th July attacks... what is it about Thursdays ?? Luckily nobody was injured...just one asthma attack. 
 
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112256149286668164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112256149286668164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no blog...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112195228408814838</id><published>2005-07-21T13:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T14:24:44.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks to the day... f@*k !!</title><summary type='text'>Reports of another series of attacks on the London Underground and buses... no reports of casualties as yet... London is under attack again...

 

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112195228408814838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112195228408814838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/2-weeks-to-day-fk.html' title='2 weeks to the day... f@*k !!'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112179207275397945</id><published>2005-07-19T17:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T17:54:32.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know I'm doing this healthy living thing... eating lots of salad, going to the gym, avoiding fat in foods, lots of water and walking to/from work on occasion, but since last week I've lost 2 kg !! It must be the reduced alcohol intake... I had a couple of drinks with Petey on Thursday at Kasbar and a pint of shandy in Kew yesterday - and that's it since last saturday... I don't need to lose </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112179207275397945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112179207275397945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-know-im-doing-this-healthy-living.html' title=''/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112179199078863168</id><published>2005-07-17T21:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T17:53:10.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>There weren't any queues...</title><summary type='text'>went to Kew Gardens today with Rob - ... it wasn't exactly action packed and we were stuck in traffic in the heat of the day for an hour going nowhere slowly - not what most would call a great day out, but it was just...great for want of a better word ! we just wandered, did nothing in particular and did our thing... 

 
The £10 to get into the gardens was a bit steep, for what it is... lots of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112179199078863168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112179199078863168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/there-werent-any-queues.html' title='There weren&apos;t any queues...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112179181415301591</id><published>2005-07-17T11:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T17:50:14.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With our sleep being rudely interrupted by gunfire at 2am in the morning (seriously !!), and having watched the rather depressing and nightmare-inducing 28 Days Later (good though it was !), we crawled out of the house at the crack of dawn and made our way down the M20 to Dover. We only just managed to get the boat we were booked on - mainly due to traffic in Dover - but make it we did ! 
 
I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112179181415301591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112179181415301591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/with-our-sleep-being-rudely.html' title=''/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112179129699212903</id><published>2005-07-15T20:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T17:41:37.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Suburban sports days...</title><summary type='text'>Had the day off today to watch Zachary at his sports day... Though I used to think there would come a time when I'd have a child of my own, I think realistically, it's probably quite unlikely really... so to be invited to Zachary's events as he grows up is a real priviledge. I felt a mixture of pride when he was doing his races, and disappointment when he wouldn't sit with the other kids when he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112179129699212903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112179129699212903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/suburban-sports-days.html' title='Suburban sports days...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112127035550588515</id><published>2005-07-13T16:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T16:59:15.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mange Tout !!</title><summary type='text'>We were trying to think what we could do this weekend out of London... thought Cambridge might be nice, but then I suggested Calais/Boulogne for the day...and it seems that won hands down. So we're booked up for a daytrip to see our northern french neighbours... Mum is demanding champagne for the aunt's imminent visit - reckon I can do that, though might have to rinse the good old visa, as I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112127035550588515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112127035550588515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/mange-tout.html' title='Mange Tout !!'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112126982951435869</id><published>2005-07-13T16:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T16:50:29.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean, lean, streaking machine...</title><summary type='text'>I know I'm not overweight, but this approaching 30 lark is starting to have an impact on me, and I want to make sure I'm not one of the many middle-age spreaders that waddles their way thruough to their 40s and heart attack-city...SO I'm going on a healthy eating/drinking diet...  

I'm cutting back big time on the booze - not drinking during the week at all, and having only a few drinks at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112126982951435869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112126982951435869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/mean-lean-streaking-machine.html' title='Mean, lean, streaking machine...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112110132818019687</id><published>2005-07-11T17:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T18:02:08.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A different weekend...</title><summary type='text'>I still don't think Thursday has truly sunk in yet... London has been a strange place to be over the last few days... I've (not-intentionally) not had call to be in Central London, and have just been doing my thing around Clapham and Beckenham... but there's a sense of loss... London doesn't panic, she doesn't lose hope and nor will she, but something was taken away from her during rush hour on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112110132818019687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112110132818019687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/different-weekend.html' title='A different weekend...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112075722558527931</id><published>2005-07-07T16:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T18:27:05.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>London Terrorist Attacks...</title><summary type='text'>After the amazing events of yesterday, and the joyful scenes of Trafalgar Square, London today has the black cloud of terrorism over her... Without speculating as widely as the media seem to have done throughout the morning, it looks as if there have been 4 co-ordinated attacks on London's transport system, resulting in at least 35 fatalities and as many as 1,000 casualties, throwing the capital </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112075722558527931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112075722558527931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/london-terrorist-attacks.html' title='London Terrorist Attacks...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112066986819888282</id><published>2005-07-06T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T18:11:08.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's London ! Only 2,577 days to go...</title><summary type='text'>I have to admit, I thought it would be a close call, but talk about edge of the seat stuff !! I'm so glad the IOC have recognised just what London has to offer to the Olympics... today I feel even more proud to be a Londoner ! And who knows I might still have a vested interest in 2012, and get some freebies for the track and field ...?
 
  

What a totally nerve-racking morning though... My heart</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112066986819888282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112066986819888282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-london-only-2577-days-to-go.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;It&apos;s London ! &lt;/strong&gt;Only 2,577 days to go...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112064567689172020</id><published>2005-07-06T11:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T11:28:26.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1 hr 21 mins to go... GO LONDON !!!!</title><summary type='text'>  

GO LONDON !!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112064567689172020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112064567689172020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/1-hr-21-mins-to-go-go-london.html' title='1 hr 21 mins to go... GO LONDON !!!!'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112057084954636441</id><published>2005-07-05T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:40:49.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerade...</title><summary type='text'>  

It looks like the Battersea Power Station refurb has taken another step forward... as I've blogged in the past, talk of doing the old site up has been out there since  was knee-high to a grasshopper (yes...that long ago !) and little/nothing has been done for decades. But by 2009, it sounds like there's going to be something worth visiting. It's such a landmark on the Battersea banks of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112057084954636441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112057084954636441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/powerade.html' title='Powerade...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112056271073635713</id><published>2005-07-05T12:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:25:10.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Website demise...</title><summary type='text'>I think it's the end of the road for streakypieceofpiss.com... I never upload anything on there any more, so I figure the £60 a year is just going to waste... and all the photos I take go to a separate site now anyway, which is much more user-friendly, so I figure why bother ? Thanks to Marcos and Jams for their help setting it up all those years ago though...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112056271073635713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112056271073635713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/website-demise.html' title='Website demise...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112056265447399593</id><published>2005-07-05T11:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:24:14.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home...</title><summary type='text'>with the big 3-0 approaching, I'm getting really itchy feet at home - I've been wanting a place of my own for quite a while now - it's been in my mind for at least the last 6 months or so... there's nothing in particular that's making me feel like I want to leave, but I'm getting to a stage in my life wher I want more independence. Living with 5 other people can also have it's issues which arise </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112056265447399593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112056265447399593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112049659235789618</id><published>2005-07-04T17:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T18:03:12.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diplomacy at it's best...</title><summary type='text'>The French will eat anything... except Clorets...  

  
Chiracs breath has a reputation that precedes him on a recent trip to Asia...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112049659235789618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112049659235789618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/diplomacy-at-its-best.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://breakingnews.iol.ie/news/story.asp?j=148269178&amp;p=y48z69884&quot;&gt;Diplomacy at it&apos;s best...&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112049561040428279</id><published>2005-07-04T17:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T17:46:50.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or Notts to be...</title><summary type='text'>20 years after one of the best concerts in living memory, I sounds like mizog Bob has pulled off a right corker of a concert again... I missed it all, catching just 5 minutes of Madonna in between having a shower and getting changed to go out in Nottingham... I'll do my bit for charity and get the DVD when it's out though. The press surrounding it appears to be all good... not even the British </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112049561040428279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112049561040428279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-be-or-notts-to-be.html' title='To be or Notts to be...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112014847220763347</id><published>2005-06-30T17:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T17:21:12.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Heath-treadings and ...</title><summary type='text'>Had yet ANOTHER amazing weekend... met up with Rob after work on Friday and had a few drinks with him and his mates Nusrat (spelling??), Richard and Irving - I've met so many new people over the last few weeks - all really interesting people too - fun, spontaneous and just generally entertaining to be around... Had a curry somewhere in Soho and chatted over some unpronounceable dish or other and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112014847220763347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112014847220763347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/weekend-heath-treadings-and.html' title='Weekend Heath-treadings and ...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-112014742311182766</id><published>2005-06-27T16:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T17:03:43.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookworm....</title><summary type='text'>I went and bought my reading for the summer today ... I'm in a history kind mood, as you might be able to tell... I will have read all of Giles Milton's books after White Gold, and, having been so impressed with all the previous yarns, thought I'd go for the 100% Milton record...  I've really got back into my reading recently, preferring to flick thru a Jeremy Paxman than listen to random tracks,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112014742311182766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/112014742311182766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/bookworm.html' title='Bookworm....'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111961840498748899</id><published>2005-06-24T14:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:06:44.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I despair !</title><summary type='text'>How is anything going to change on this beautiful continent unless the Africans themselves can see the horrific corruption and inhumane activities of their own neaighbours...I despair !</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111961840498748899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111961840498748899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-despair.html' title='I despair !'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111961818811817967</id><published>2005-06-23T14:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:03:08.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh dear... sounds like my relationship with Rob has caused some problems in Casa Newton... His (gay) male housemate has apparently been getting arsey about the fact that Rob has been spending so much time with me... sounds like the green eyes of envy if you ask me !
 
apparently he's been saying to a mutual friend of Robs that he wants to move out and is really pissed off that he's not involved </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111961818811817967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111961818811817967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111939050121656832</id><published>2005-06-21T22:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T22:48:21.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer in the city...</title><summary type='text'>Summer has finally arrived ! Proper sun at last... nothing better than having a nice quiet weekend, strolling around town in shorts and flip-flops - grrrreat !
 
Lucy's 30th bash went well - rocked up to the Tiroler Hut in Bayswater...drank a few too many steins of strong Austrian lager, and got thoroughly pissed with Rob... Hot as hell though - you're all packed into this underground sweat-pit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111939050121656832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111939050121656832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/summer-in-city.html' title='Summer in the city...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111939008112882594</id><published>2005-06-17T20:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T22:41:21.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dr Verity Burt...I have my very own health adviser - WELL DONE VERRES !! You've done us all proud...  
  Streaky, Chloe and Verity - she's the ickle one !</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111939008112882594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111939008112882594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/dr-verity-burt.html' title=''/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111887102962600182</id><published>2005-06-15T22:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T22:37:19.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornwall trip</title><summary type='text'>what with all my computer problems recently, I've not found the time to post the pics I took in Cornwall onto my site - so tonight - a double whammy... Our trip down to the south-west and a priviledge day in Hyde Park with Roberto...
 
Cornwall  
  


Hyde Park  

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111887102962600182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111887102962600182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/cornwall-trip.html' title='Cornwall trip'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111885144971372564</id><published>2005-06-15T17:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T17:04:09.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny ha-ha !</title><summary type='text'>I had a severe fit of the giggles today whilst I walked from work to the gym... I just couldn't help but laugh out loud when I saw this guy slip on a newly rained on manhole cover....he didn't see me, but I couldn't stop the smile, which turned rapidly into a grin, a snigger, then full-on belly laugh ! I had to try to cover it with a cough, but all these people on their lunch-breaks were staring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111885144971372564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111885144971372564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/funny-ha-ha.html' title='Funny ha-ha !'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111876743625785420</id><published>2005-06-14T17:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T17:44:26.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacko Jacko of the Hooko...</title><summary type='text'>  innocent ... of these charges at least  

Jacko not guilty on all counts huh ? well who'd have thought it...? I have to admit, I did suspect the alcohol charges might have stuck, but it would appear that the evidence from the family involved proved to be the icing on the cake for the jury... and don't be snapping your fingers at no Santa Maria jurors - it doesn't wash ! 

  a freak...
 
I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111876743625785420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111876743625785420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/wacko-jacko-of-hooko.html' title='Wacko Jacko of the Hooko...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111876621257680968</id><published>2005-06-13T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T17:23:32.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fulfilled ?</title><summary type='text'>destiny's child have split ! Nooooooooooooo ! I really like their latest album, but I guess it shouldn't come as such as surprise really, given the title...  

  "Beyonce...it is tour destiny" (said in Darth Vaderesque speak)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111876621257680968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111876621257680968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/fulfilled.html' title='Fulfilled ?'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111876587027239813</id><published>2005-06-13T16:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T17:17:50.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, why, why ???</title><summary type='text'>Can't believe this time next week I will have ridden the London to Brighton bike ride... not really looking forward to that. I think Em and I must be slightly mad... especially considering the fact that I'm out for Lucy's 30th in Bayswater the night before.... like that's going to be a quiet affair where I just drink tap water..NOT ! I'm sure we'll make it...(?!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111876587027239813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111876587027239813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-why-why.html' title='Why, why, why ???'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111876570415493354</id><published>2005-06-13T16:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T17:15:04.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday sucks...</title><summary type='text'>Bored, boring, bore... work today was just plain DULL - nothing happened - it was painful ! Didn't get in till gone 11am, read the papers, went out for an hour, discussed the ins and outs of budget airlines, then tried desperately to find a hotel/flights for a weekend away in Dublin at the end of August... BORED ....ugh
 
Skint at the moment - been burning the candle at each end lately - hanging </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111876570415493354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111876570415493354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/monday-sucks.html' title='Monday sucks...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111833274915199955</id><published>2005-06-09T16:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T16:59:09.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got a telling off today from the housemates - apparently I we were really noisy coming in last night. I have NO recollection whatsoever - I was totally hammered on white wine after a night out in London Bridge with Rob and his mate Kerry...fell out of a cab, grazed my arm, hand, arse and knee, knocked on the door in the early hours waking everyone up, then proceeded to make loads of noise... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111833274915199955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111833274915199955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/got-telling-off-today-from-housemates.html' title=''/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111815570393841265</id><published>2005-06-07T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T15:48:23.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Far be it from me to suggest that Clapham is the nicest high street in the country - coz it ain't - but having read this article in The Times yesterday, I think you'd get a rather unfairly skewed view of it... the shops claimed to be in these 'clone' high streets else just aren't in Clapham !!  
Top Shop = NO 
Next = NO
Marks &amp; Spencer = NO
Gap = NO
W H Smith = NO
Boots = NO
Debenhams = NO
Tesco </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111815570393841265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111815570393841265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/far-be-it-from-me-to-suggest-that.html' title=''/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111822831732866286</id><published>2005-06-06T11:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:58:37.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had a great weekend - one of those weekends which just seemed to go on and on - I don't have enough of them !! It pretty much started on Thursday when I met up with Jams and Sazzle after work on the High Street - and finished with a curry on Sunday night. A night out in Clapham, a day out in Greenwich, a LATE night out in Soho, a day of much needed rest in Clapham and a chilled evening at home </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111822831732866286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111822831732866286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/had-great-weekend-one-of-those.html' title=''/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111772646345167091</id><published>2005-06-02T16:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T16:34:23.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ring a ding a ding ding ding bumm baba...shite !</title><summary type='text'>No no no no no... though I like the idea of being able to phone ahead if you get stuck in a tunnel - the only place you can go in London these days is the Tube to get away from the curse of the likes of the 'crazy frog' shite... let's leave it that way !  
  Nooooooooo !</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111772646345167091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111772646345167091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/ring-ding-ding-ding-ding-bumm.html' title='A ring a ding a ding ding ding bumm baba...shite !'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111763941985732576</id><published>2005-06-01T16:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T16:23:39.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Paulie !</title><summary type='text'>29 today ... who'd have thought we would have been friends 18 years after we first met in those austere corridors in Catford ?? You being the geeky snot-nosed little swot, and me hanging round with the ruff kids on the assisted places ! Aaaah .... those were the days.... Getting tied to radiators with pieces of clothing for failing a french vocab test... Dickensian latin teachers with pieces of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111763941985732576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111763941985732576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-birthday-paulie.html' title='Happy Birthday Paulie !'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111763886316935432</id><published>2005-06-01T16:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T16:14:23.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It just keeps getting better and better...</title><summary type='text'>I really can't remember the last time I was this 'smiley'... I say smiley because I just can't help myself - I'll be sitting on the bus (this morning for example) and suddenly, just beam out a blinder ! It feels like I'm having an out of body experience....like I can see myself from afar, happy and living for the moment - I don't know - but whatever it is - it needs to be bottled and sold... I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111763886316935432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111763886316935432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/it-just-keeps-getting-better-and.html' title='It just keeps getting better and better...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111763880375819994</id><published>2005-06-01T16:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T16:13:23.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All washed out...</title><summary type='text'>Having been without a washing machine for a week meant I was literally down to my last pair of socks on Friday - so dire were the straits that I was forced to buy more ! just as well I have a lot of pants and t-shirts.... but now, back from Cornwall and refreshed, with said washing machine fixed and working, my room now resembles a chinese laundry - clothes drying everywhere, moist boxers hanging</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111763880375819994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111763880375819994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/all-washed-out.html' title='All washed out...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111763869485587146</id><published>2005-06-01T16:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T16:11:34.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Long weekends rock !</title><summary type='text'>I *heart* long weekends - a trip to sunny Cornwall with Lu and Lucy, St Ives, St Michael's Mount, the Minack Theatre with it's fantastic views, Newquay and her sun-sunning, supershooter-chavs, Falmouth fish n'chips, Britney and a brush with a fire escape (!), lots of fun , a fair few drinks and a tasty Sunday roast, plenty of photos and train-bound hilarity = all makes for a memorable time in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111763869485587146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111763869485587146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/long-weekends-rock.html' title='Long weekends rock !'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111720878618779219</id><published>2005-05-27T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T16:46:26.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>;-D</title><summary type='text'>Was SO late for work this morning... didn't get in til about 3am after a night out with Rob and his mates... Went to Discotec @ The End... never been before, but it was a good laugh. We didn't feel too bad til we left, but as soon as Rob got in the cab he was a complete mess and collapsed in my lap - awwww - bless ! very 'sweet' hehe ... Anyway - I didn't exactly rush mind, and poor Rob was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111720878618779219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111720878618779219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/05/d.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;;-D&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111705224144671326</id><published>2005-05-25T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T21:17:21.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Get me !!</title><summary type='text'>So - just had dinner with the old Ma and she's taking me to Vancouver for a long weekend the weekend after my 30th birthday ! Cool... just for the weekend. It'll be fun to hang out with the family and maybe get a days skiing in on Whistler mountain... I'm so spoilt !  

Mum came out with a great expression tonight; "life isn't a rehearsal - we might as well do it now... no better time than while </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111705224144671326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111705224144671326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/05/get-me.html' title='Get me !!'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111703588099307576</id><published>2005-05-25T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T16:44:40.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad-b*stard loner returns...</title><summary type='text'>Played this game at work today - doesn't take long... I was totally into geography as a kid and would sit with my favourite book (my atlas) and memorise where countries were, what their capitals were, provinces, states - the works - proving to everyone that I was one sad-bastard loner who had no friends (I wasn't really - honest !!) ... well, 20 years on, there have been quite a few additions and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111703588099307576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111703588099307576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/05/sad-bstard-loner-returns.html' title='Sad-b*stard loner returns...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111703551049003069</id><published>2005-05-25T16:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T16:38:30.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"</title><summary type='text'>Met up with Rob and a couple of his friends last night to see Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith in Streatham. Can't say it was the best film I've ever seen, but it tied up the loose ends and led relatively well into Episode IV well enough... The acting abilities of Hayden Christensen and Ewan McGregor must seriously be questioned though - more wooden than Noah's Ark ! I mean, it was probably the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111703551049003069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111703551049003069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/05/nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title='&quot;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&quot;'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111686091150113822</id><published>2005-05-23T16:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T16:08:31.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You got a secret and a postcard ?</title><summary type='text'>was reading thru the reality TV-obsessed rags we Brits call 'newspapers' this morning, as I do religiously each and every weekday morning , and came across an article about this blog where you are invited to post a postcard containing a secret, which then gets scanned onto the blog... all anonymous, occasionally a bit disturbing, but a great concept all the same...I like things like that - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111686091150113822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111686091150113822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-got-secret-and-postcard.html' title='You got a secret and a postcard ?'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111685764209750847</id><published>2005-05-23T15:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:14:02.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RIP my poor PC... I got home from a great night in Norwich having seen Chloe in a Maddermarket production of Ben Elton's 'Popcorn'... turned on my computer to play around with some photos, then it happened... I lost EVERYTHING ! I've been suspiscious about the time it's been taking to log-on recently, and there's been a lot of pop-ups of late hinting at spyware having infiltrated the system - and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111685764209750847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111685764209750847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/05/rip-my-poor-pc.html' title=''/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111662083462709861</id><published>2005-05-20T21:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:27:14.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to.....</title><summary type='text'>NORWICH..... Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay !</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111662083462709861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111662083462709861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/05/off-to.html' title='Off to.....'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111661852762330679</id><published>2005-05-20T20:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T20:48:47.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I putting up the hurdles ??</title><summary type='text'>It's been a bit of a shock to the system this week, having proper work to do again... early mornings, long days, phonecalls !! I'd forgotten what it was like to speak to civil servants, and just how unhelpful some of them can actually be... but it's nice to have something to do again
  
But even more of a shock to the system... I've seen a lot of R - which is good, good, good... only met on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111661852762330679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111661852762330679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/05/am-i-putting-up-hurdles.html' title='Am I putting up the hurdles ??'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6163225.post-111631901229508581</id><published>2005-05-16T21:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T09:36:52.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How things change...</title><summary type='text'>How things change over the course of a weekend ! From wondering where things were going in my personal life, to a beaming smile spread widely across my face in the space of just one blog ! That's life I guess...  

What a great weekend though. Had a laugh with Steven and Grant on Friday night after Pepe's (not her real name !!) birthday drinks in Soho, saw family, saw long-long travelling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111631901229508581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6163225/posts/default/111631901229508581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streakypieceofpiss.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-things-change.html' title='How things change...'/><author><name>phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08268164193381883276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photo.outeverywhere.com/13/98/g139845.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
