<?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-17598736</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:01:20.760+01:00</updated><category term='rats'/><category term='tenant'/><category term='meme'/><category term='lego'/><category term='General'/><category term='personal'/><category term='funny'/><category term='news'/><category term='action'/><category term='video'/><category term='Wii'/><category term='japan'/><category term='pets'/><category term='cats'/><category term='p'/><category term='game'/><category term='cake tuesday'/><category term='Stuff'/><category term='rant'/><category term='human'/><title type='text'>Paddy`s Place of Prattling</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>442</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-577219463356445778</id><published>2009-09-28T18:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:55:26.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The blog is dead! Long live the blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/SsD2eOZWykI/AAAAAAAABRU/zquaosVZWec/s1600-h/notthedroids1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/SsD2eOZWykI/AAAAAAAABRU/zquaosVZWec/s320/notthedroids1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386576153456069186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the blog you're looking for...&lt;a href="http://paddys.vox.com/"&gt;.this is&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if anyone still pops in here from time to time to see if I'm still alive I've moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with Livejournal; Blogger will be be put out to pasture. I can't find the time or the energy to keep on top of a long form blog, which I feel this is. So i've gone over to Vox. It'll be photos and videos and my twitter feed. And thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short n sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-577219463356445778?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/577219463356445778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/577219463356445778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-is-dead-long-live-blog.html' title='The blog is dead! Long live the blog!'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/SsD2eOZWykI/AAAAAAAABRU/zquaosVZWec/s72-c/notthedroids1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-2575438661590246256</id><published>2008-11-11T17:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:11:15.748Z</updated><title type='text'>I guess the S in Spain is silent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In Medinaceli, a picturesque town in the province of Soria, Spain, a "tradition" called "Toro Júbilo" brings shame on Spain. On the second weekend in November, balls of pitch (a sticky black substance made from tar or turpentine) will once again be stuck onto the horns of a bull and set on fire. The burning bull is called "Toro de Fuego" (literally "bull on fire"). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The bull is then released onto the streets and can do nothing but run around in pain. The bull often smashes into walls in an attempt to douse the fire. The agony the bull must suffer is unimaginable. These fiery balls can burn for hours, and they burn the bull's horns, body and eyes and cause tremendous stress – all while spectators cheer and run around the victim. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://getactive.peta.org/campaign/toro_de_fuego?c=pukfbmsg"&gt;http://getactive.peta.org/campaign/toro_de_fuego?c=pukfbmsg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-2575438661590246256?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2575438661590246256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2575438661590246256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-guess-s-in-spain-is-silent.html' title='I guess the S in Spain is silent.'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-1247215131675003303</id><published>2008-10-10T17:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:02:30.993+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Goodbye little girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2dFHROnxhNuHINt19&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2dFHROnxhNuHINt19&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x70oxf_sherry-rip_animals"&gt;Sherry RIP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Paddy"&gt;Paddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-1247215131675003303?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1247215131675003303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1247215131675003303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodbye-little-girl_10.html' title='Goodbye little girl'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-946025469949459001</id><published>2008-09-08T18:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:00:53.064+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Make an honest man of me...</title><content type='html'>Ooh, it's dark in here...hello, hello...anyone here?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so it'a been umm, some months since I last posted. I'm kinda into the microblogging thing at the minute so hammering Twitter et al pretty hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been an up n down kinda few months. We've lost a few pets, but also gained a few. We seem to have been adopted by what we assume are three stray cats. Either that or they can see the sign on our foreheads that reads, 'we're soft as shit...get your food here'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well despite all this me n Zara are still together and going strong. So as of last night in the most romantic way possible i.e laid in bed half asleep we got engaged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be a long engagement for a variety of reasons. One of which is the fact that i've 'been there, done that got the t-shirt'. I'm kinda scared. I want to marry Zara. And one day I will. It's taken me this long to actually get engaged (5 yrs) so i'm not exactly rushing into things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want a big wedding, I don't want stand up infront of people and make a speech, I don't want to feel stupid or alone due to the fact friends are thin on the ground for me, or my family circle is decreasing with every passing year. If I had my way then i'd have us sneak off quietly somewhere, just my parents, Zara's close family and have a small intimate ceremony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last time I went through this I had my brother at my side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to give Zara the wedding she deserves. I'm sure in time i'll be able to do that. But my self confidence and belief moves at a glacial pace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-946025469949459001?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/946025469949459001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/946025469949459001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/make-honest-man-of-me.html' title='Make an honest man of me...'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-8936021571046740620</id><published>2007-12-18T17:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:25:31.895Z</updated><title type='text'>Birthday blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/R2gCNWX09qI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tMS4M7tfqwE/s1600-h/david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/R2gCNWX09qI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tMS4M7tfqwE/s320/david.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145365002637866658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 December 1972 ~ 13 October 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-8936021571046740620?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8936021571046740620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8936021571046740620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthday-blues.html' title='Birthday blues'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/R2gCNWX09qI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tMS4M7tfqwE/s72-c/david.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-5458649599442226646</id><published>2007-07-29T19:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T07:51:02.692+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'>Junior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If if wasn't for the presence a of large Ginger head in one of these pictures it may be hard to believe that these pictures were taken only yesterday. Yes we have a new visitor. I've named him Junior for the remarkable resemblance he has to the ginger cat we already have in our household. Not just looks but mannerisms and paw size too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discovered him last night in the garden when we were putting the pigs to bed, so we guess he's a new resident to one of the surrounding houses. Of course not missing a chance for photo opportunity I went out armed with a camera, much to the worry of senior who was watching from the kitchen window wondering weather he was to be replaced! I did feel guilty knowing he was watching, but you forget what energy they have and how fun they are to be around at that age, that I just couldn't help myself! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Anyway I shall go now its just starting to thunder so I better see where  Garfield senior is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;If some photos are a little blurry it was getting quite dark at this point  and it was a job keeping up with him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOsRTUYCfuk/RqzgBo70uoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pAiuzp7ZaSk/s1600-h/2007_07280080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOsRTUYCfuk/RqzgBo70uoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pAiuzp7ZaSk/s320/2007_07280080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092691597422017154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOsRTUYCfuk/Rqzfv470ujI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TbeT5fZJCVs/s1600-h/2007_07280050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOsRTUYCfuk/Rqzfv470ujI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TbeT5fZJCVs/s320/2007_07280050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092691292479339058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOsRTUYCfuk/RqzfwI70ukI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lCAH7OLpAzw/s1600-h/2007_07280048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOsRTUYCfuk/RqzfwI70ukI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lCAH7OLpAzw/s320/2007_07280048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092691296774306370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOsRTUYCfuk/RqzfwI70ulI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iKL06BNpJJk/s1600-h/2007_07280052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOsRTUYCfuk/RqzfwI70ulI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iKL06BNpJJk/s320/2007_07280052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092691296774306386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOsRTUYCfuk/RqzfwI70umI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rFr8AtUqOkY/s1600-h/2007_07280061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOsRTUYCfuk/RqzfwI70umI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rFr8AtUqOkY/s320/2007_07280061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092691296774306402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Posted by Zara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-5458649599442226646?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5458649599442226646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5458649599442226646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/07/junior.html' title='Junior'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18116183132229687699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOsRTUYCfuk/RqzgBo70uoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pAiuzp7ZaSk/s72-c/2007_07280080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-1728827439414731188</id><published>2007-07-24T19:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T19:39:09.521+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake tuesday'/><title type='text'>Cake Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RqZDz2_bFAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PPGM42KLenY/s1600-h/Safari+wedding+cake+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RqZDz2_bFAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PPGM42KLenY/s320/Safari+wedding+cake+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090830987002844162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a while since I posted any Cake Tuesday.  As  can be seen by the numerous animals  the theme of the cake is  Safari!  Went down to Oxford last Thursday for the wedding which was on the Friday. And if you've been watching anything of the news you'll know how wet it was. Rain! don't talk about the rain! The happy couple are probably now happily basking somewhere on the Masi Mara.  Just hope it's not the rainy season out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RqZEo2_bFFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/p0sREcwoyxU/s1600-h/Rhino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RqZEo2_bFFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/p0sREcwoyxU/s320/Rhino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090831897535910994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RqZEpW_bFGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/HOBX_KXYiV8/s1600-h/Warthog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RqZEpW_bFGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/HOBX_KXYiV8/s320/Warthog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090831906125845602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RqZD0W_bFBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lf0BDr6FKmI/s1600-h/Cheetah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RqZD0W_bFBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lf0BDr6FKmI/s320/Cheetah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090830995592778770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RqZD02_bFCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eKQHEOr132M/s1600-h/Elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RqZD02_bFCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eKQHEOr132M/s320/Elephant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090831004182713378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RqZD1W_bFDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tuh83q6rb8Q/s1600-h/Lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RqZD1W_bFDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tuh83q6rb8Q/s320/Lion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090831012772647986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RqZD1m_bFEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bgKi62ucCL8/s1600-h/Monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RqZD1m_bFEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bgKi62ucCL8/s320/Monkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090831017067615298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-1728827439414731188?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1728827439414731188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1728827439414731188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/07/cake-tuesday.html' title='Cake Tuesday'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RqZDz2_bFAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PPGM42KLenY/s72-c/Safari+wedding+cake+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-8065442744429286052</id><published>2007-07-23T18:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T18:57:35.811+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I made you a cookie....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="testResultInfo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;h1&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;Your Score&lt;!--/t--&gt;: &lt;span&gt;Sad Cookie Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;h2&gt;64%  Affectionate, 33%  Excitable, 73%  Hungry&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;div id="testResultInfoImg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/users/410/202/4102022445444324283/mt998786082.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You are the classic Shakespearian tragedy of the lolcat universe. The sad story of a baking a cookie, succumbing to gluttony, and in turn consuming the very cookie that was to be offered. Bad grammar ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see all possible results, checka &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/journal?pid=16057073667375255014&amp;tuid=4102022445444324283"&gt;dis&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/6348388576689378978/Which-Lolcat-Are-You-'&gt;The Which Lolcat Are You? Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=GumOtaku'&gt;GumOtaku&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test'&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;!--/t--&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-8065442744429286052?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8065442744429286052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8065442744429286052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-made-you-cookie.html' title='I made you a cookie....'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-1249042612282404091</id><published>2007-07-06T23:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:50:44.789+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Camping at MotoGP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:450px;height:390px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.flektor.com/program/fplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="flekvid=_1183754696_403112_29695&amp;mode=embedded&amp;playerStyle=full&amp;publication_comments_fid=215083@comment.flektor.com" width="450" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://asset.flektor.com/home/flektor_entry?flek_vid=_1183754696_403112_29695&amp;embed_type=misc" style="border:none;margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flektor.com/embedded_images/slug/450/20.gif" alt="Flektor: RULE YOUR MEDIA" style="border:none;margin:0;padding:0;width: 450px;height: 20px;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-1249042612282404091?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1249042612282404091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1249042612282404091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/07/cammping-at-motogp.html' title='Camping at MotoGP'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-256582438846442557</id><published>2007-05-30T19:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T19:47:19.675+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake tuesday'/><title type='text'>Cake Tue...er...Wednesday</title><content type='html'>A day late due to me being a lazy arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that Zara had a busy week last week is more than a slight understatement. Her Dad's 60th Birthday cake to do plus a relatives Wedding Cake meant that I stayed well away from the kitchen whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics to be added to Flickr when my arse is less lazy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/Rl3Gc0JcqlI/AAAAAAAAADw/s5yVipRn06A/s1600-h/2007_05250177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/Rl3Gc0JcqlI/AAAAAAAAADw/s5yVipRn06A/s320/2007_05250177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070426953825954386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/Rl3GdkJcqmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yNXUi9dQZsg/s1600-h/2007_05250187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/Rl3GdkJcqmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yNXUi9dQZsg/s320/2007_05250187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070426966710856290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/Rl3GeUJcqnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CvEPcI8sFew/s1600-h/2007_05250157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/Rl3GeUJcqnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CvEPcI8sFew/s320/2007_05250157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070426979595758194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-256582438846442557?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/256582438846442557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/256582438846442557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/05/cake-tueerwednesday.html' title='Cake Tue...er...Wednesday'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/Rl3Gc0JcqlI/AAAAAAAAADw/s5yVipRn06A/s72-c/2007_05250177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-7316914031675967854</id><published>2007-05-23T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:20:49.571+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>23 days without a post. 23 days without a rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That can't be right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m tired. Tired of everything right now. I've been full of cold for a while and I think it's getting me down and starting to skew everything out of perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. You wait 23 days for some sign of life from me and this is what you get. Assuming anyone is still reading. Umm...hi Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no energy. I feel like just curling up in a ball in bed. But that doesn't pay the bills. Put food on the table and all that crappy stuff you have to deal with day in day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a rest. A long long permanent holiday away from it all. But unless I win the lottery then that's never gonna happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new job. The daily grind of the shithouse I'm in is slowly killing me. The backbiting, the management (for want of a better word!), the day in day out mind-numbing boredom of what I have to do for 8 hours a bloody day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out more. Or escape more, into books, films a new computer game. Something that takes me away from real life. Something I can envelope myself in for a few hours. Or maybe just get out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to focus. My head is a shed. My thoughts are everywhere. I sign up to new sites add a ton of people then get bored of it all and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired. Got no energy. I`m restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ this must be fun to read! Although it helps hammering it out on the keyboard again. So maybe i'll feel a little better after hitting the 'publish post' button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be tired though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-7316914031675967854?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/7316914031675967854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/7316914031675967854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/05/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-4878099111006218910</id><published>2007-05-01T19:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:51:25.222+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake tuesday'/><title type='text'>Cake Tuesday</title><content type='html'>T'was my birthday on Saturday so I got the full Zara treatment. As with everything in life at the minute it revolves around Nintendo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was spent with my parents opening presents, stuffing ourselves silly at Pizza Hut and making muppets of ourselves on the Wii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool cake, cool marzipan figures and cool card. Ignore the geek in the last picture. I dunno how he got in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics n stuff on Flickr, Daily Motion and everywhere else I upload stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RjeK9bCkspI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qXEMDac_x4U/s1600-h/2007_05010097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RjeK9bCkspI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qXEMDac_x4U/s200/2007_05010097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059665494209245842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RjeK-LCksqI/AAAAAAAAADY/3HHx36A968I/s1600-h/2007_05010114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RjeK-LCksqI/AAAAAAAAADY/3HHx36A968I/s200/2007_05010114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059665507094147746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RjeK-bCksrI/AAAAAAAAADg/T4q8wsi_eg8/s1600-h/2007_05010150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RjeK-bCksrI/AAAAAAAAADg/T4q8wsi_eg8/s200/2007_05010150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059665511389115058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RjeK_LCkssI/AAAAAAAAADo/VOvC55GGAzQ/s1600-h/2007_05010113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RjeK_LCkssI/AAAAAAAAADo/VOvC55GGAzQ/s200/2007_05010113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059665524274016962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-4878099111006218910?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4878099111006218910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4878099111006218910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/05/cake-tuesday.html' title='Cake Tuesday'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RjeK9bCkspI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qXEMDac_x4U/s72-c/2007_05010097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-3796925355690025691</id><published>2007-04-17T17:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T17:59:27.878+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Seeing someone else</title><content type='html'>Yes. I'm guilty. I've been playing elsewhere and have been spending less and less time with you.&lt;br /&gt;It's not you.&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe partly it is.&lt;br /&gt;There's less complications with this other one.&lt;br /&gt;Nicer looks too.&lt;br /&gt;But don't take it personally. I'll keep with you until the bitter end.&lt;br /&gt;I still have feelings for you and that's what matters.&lt;br /&gt;This new one is just..well...different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i'm talking about blogs here. And by blog I mean my new fave obsession, and by obsession I mean &lt;a href="http://paddysplace.tumblr.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My private, or not so private thoughts, cake tuesday and the like will still be posted here. But the other crap I find on the internet will be over on my tumblr site. As well as the other dozen sites i'm addicted to at the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to let this blog fall into disrepair.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just need to spread my wings a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Try a change of scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sort of thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-3796925355690025691?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3796925355690025691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3796925355690025691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/04/seeing-someone-else.html' title='Seeing someone else'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-4229044456104062533</id><published>2007-04-13T23:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:06:58.335+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat Walk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div &gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="margin: 12px 0px; font-family: arial; color: #333333; background: #ffffff; border: solid 4px #e5e5e5; width: 100%; clear: left;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;!-- BEGIN_CLIP_CONTENT ID:1FE62520-14F6-482F-A9CC-A616F4642B89:0 CLIPMARKS.COM --&gt;&lt;div class="CM_CTB_Content_Wrap" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;background-color: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: solid 1px #dcdcdc; white-space: nowrap; margin-bottom: 8px; background-color: #eeeeee ;background-image: url(http://clipmarks.com/images/source-bg.gif); background-repeat: repeat-x; height: 24px; line-height: 24px; vertical-align: middle; padding-bottom: 4px; color: #666666; font-size: 10px;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://clipmarks.com/clip-to-blog/" title="clipmarks' clip-to-blog"&gt;&lt;img src="http://clipmarks.com/images/clip-icon.gif" alt="" width="19" height="19" border="0" style="vertical-align: middle; margin: 0px 4px; display: inline; border: none; float:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;clipped from &lt;a title="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=448126&amp;in_page_id=1770" href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=448126&amp;in_page_id=1770" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;www.dailymail.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: left; padding: 0px 8px; margin: 4px 0px 8px 0px; background: transparent; border: none;" cite="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=448126&amp;in_page_id=1770"&gt;&lt;H1&gt;I'm just taking the cats out for a walk...&lt;/H1&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="height: 2px; font-size: 2px; background: #dcdcdc; border-bottom: solid 1px #f5f5f5; margin: 2px 4px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: left; padding: 0px 8px; margin: 4px 0px 8px 0px; background: transparent; border: none;" cite="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=448126&amp;in_page_id=1770"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content4.clipmarks.com/blog_cache/www.dailymail.co.uk/img/178D4D07-DC1A-4BAE-AA94-14F70BD47E73" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="height: 2px; font-size: 2px; background: #dcdcdc; border-bottom: solid 1px #f5f5f5; margin: 2px 4px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: left; padding: 0px 8px; margin: 4px 0px 8px 0px; background: transparent; border: none;" cite="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=448126&amp;in_page_id=1770"&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurice, Elmo and Pixie often tag along on the four-mile walks by the Pembrokeshire coast in Wales. The intrepid moggies pick their way through moorland and even negotiate tricky stiles on the route. They also leap onto the sign posts, perhaps to check they are going in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 6px 6px 4px;"&gt;&lt;table style="font-size: 11px;border-spacing: 0px;padding: 0px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background:transparent;border-width:0px;padding:0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background:transparent;border-width:0px;padding:0px;width:58px;" width="58"&gt;&lt;a href="http://clipmarks.com" title="go to clipmarks.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://clipmarks.com/images/c2b-foot-logo.png" border="0" alt="powered by clipmarks" width="58" height="17" style="border-width:0px;padding:0px;margin:0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background:transparent;border-width:0px;padding:0px;width:48px" width="48"&gt;&lt;a href="http://clipmarks.com/share/1FE62520-14F6-482F-A9CC-A616F4642B89/blog/" title="blog or email this clip"&gt;&lt;img src="http://clipmarks.com/images/c2b-foot-blogit.png" border="0" alt="blog it" width="48" height="17" style="border-width:0px;padding:0px;margin:0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END_CLIP_CONTENT --&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-4229044456104062533?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4229044456104062533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4229044456104062533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/04/cat-walk.html' title='The Cat Walk!'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-8093257248050906577</id><published>2007-04-06T16:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T16:44:49.834+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Too Long</title><content type='html'>It's so easy to get out the habit of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I've had nothing to say since my last post?&lt;br /&gt;Surely not.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a habit. And like most habits they can be gotten out of.&lt;br /&gt;I've sat there numerous times thinking I should blog this. And then just thought 'nah' can't be arsed to really.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RhZpUKkMOII/AAAAAAAAACE/n9LTzym7Idk/s1600-h/digg+top+10+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RhZpUKkMOII/AAAAAAAAACE/n9LTzym7Idk/s200/digg+top+10+cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050339827297040514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same with a lot of things I guess. Pictures on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/paddeespics/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;, Videos on &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Paddy"&gt;Daily Motion&lt;/a&gt;, Mobile pics on &lt;a href="http://moblog.co.uk/blogs.php?show=13720"&gt;moblog&lt;/a&gt;. Posts on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/paddysplace"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://paddysplace.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;. I spread myself so thin that I don't want to do any of them.&lt;br /&gt;See how I got all my links in on one sentence there.&lt;br /&gt;I could never do this online stuff as a job.&lt;br /&gt;Unless, I could do it, if I was being paid for it...hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after my last Cake Tuesday post a little slice of fame befell me n Zara. T&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RhZqHqkMOKI/AAAAAAAAACU/4TG6lEiCZR4/s1600-h/blog_cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RhZqHqkMOKI/AAAAAAAAACU/4TG6lEiCZR4/s200/blog_cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050340712060303522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he story made digg and for a few days after that I was getting a thousand hits a day. And it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I can see why some people can do this day in day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept logging into digg to check out how many diggs we'd got, and read the comments. In a sad geeky kinda way it was quite exciting. Other bloggers blogged us. We'd hit the big time. And then it was over. Our moment in the spotlight was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RhZqc6kMOLI/AAAAAAAAACc/rZm5Ss1VrHU/s1600-h/digg_cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RhZqc6kMOLI/AAAAAAAAACc/rZm5Ss1VrHU/s200/digg_cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050341077132523698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't anything big or exciting. It didn't make us tons of money. But just for a minute we were noticed in this big world. It was a complete ego boost for both of us though. And I think Zara got a kick out of it answering all the cake related questions and all the compliments on her fantastic creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have cut the cake up. Although they have managed to keep the 'screens' intact. Which will be saved. But you can't keep my dad away from fruit cake for too long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-8093257248050906577?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8093257248050906577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8093257248050906577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/04/too-long.html' title='Too Long'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RhZpUKkMOII/AAAAAAAAACE/n9LTzym7Idk/s72-c/digg+top+10+cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-2262091524633531767</id><published>2007-03-20T18:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-20T18:58:06.904Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake tuesday'/><title type='text'>Cake Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RgAuQE1c9KI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aT0-Oo2ximI/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RgAuQE1c9KI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aT0-Oo2ximI/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044082436365677730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Zara surpassed herself with my mum's cake this year. Not that any of her cakes are below par. But this one had it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a huge fan of the Nintendo DS. Even at 60, my mum loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RgAt3E1c9GI/AAAAAAAAABU/cuhkbpnEPCg/s1600-h/2007_03180258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RgAt3E1c9GI/AAAAAAAAABU/cuhkbpnEPCg/s320/2007_03180258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044082006868948066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RgAt3U1c9HI/AAAAAAAAABc/rVJxTgYWhmU/s1600-h/2007_03180248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RgAt3U1c9HI/AAAAAAAAABc/rVJxTgYWhmU/s320/2007_03180248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044082011163915378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RgAt3k1c9II/AAAAAAAAABk/tYz-fJoWDk4/s1600-h/2007_03180249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RgAt3k1c9II/AAAAAAAAABk/tYz-fJoWDk4/s320/2007_03180249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044082015458882690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it'll be a while before my parents cut into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-2262091524633531767?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2262091524633531767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2262091524633531767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/cake-tuesday.html' title='Cake Tuesday'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RgAuQE1c9KI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aT0-Oo2ximI/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-3042727266688048029</id><published>2007-03-18T17:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-18T17:54:44.467Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Like mother like son</title><content type='html'>Mothers Day today. My mum's birthday yesterday. She's getting spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/Rf17coVqemI/AAAAAAAAABE/WMt7D7IauxY/s1600-h/2007_03180263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/Rf17coVqemI/AAAAAAAAABE/WMt7D7IauxY/s320/2007_03180263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043322889519659618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say I take after my mother. I really don't know what they mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/Rf17dIVqenI/AAAAAAAAABM/R4VIu0vyh1c/s1600-h/2007_03180264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/Rf17dIVqenI/AAAAAAAAABM/R4VIu0vyh1c/s320/2007_03180264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043322898109594226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-3042727266688048029?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3042727266688048029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3042727266688048029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/like-mother-like-son.html' title='Like mother like son'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/Rf17coVqemI/AAAAAAAAABE/WMt7D7IauxY/s72-c/2007_03180263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-2520343397734775780</id><published>2007-03-11T19:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-11T19:26:55.130Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>coo-ee i'm here</title><content type='html'>But only just. So full of cold. Which seemed to come out of nowhere and hit me like a ton of bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I'm being a typical male with a common cold right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how has the last 7 days or so been treating me I hear you mumble? Honestly. I have no idea. I have the crappiest memory known to man or beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give an example. I set a reminder on my phone to go off 9am Saturday morning. Car was due for its MOT. This went off as planned. A few minutes later a 2nd alarm goes off. Which, having forgotten about the first 'reminder' I'd also set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to have the brain of a guppy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car didn't pass its MOT. The car didn't even get the chance to be put through its MOT as the bonnet catch broke and they couldn't get the damn thing open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well before that little wobble in the life of me yesterday the past week has been reasonably ok. Especially Wednesday when the boss was being his usual nobbish self and told us all to fuck off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did. Ah it felt good. And I still have a job. That'll teach him to choose his words more carefully. Maybe. Probably not actually as he's a bit intelligently challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally got round to this wonderful blog post. On my wonderful new laptop. Which is. Wonderful. I keep meaning to do a post using Vista's speech recognition but due to the fact I can't understand me at the minute then I shall have to take rain check on this plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if nobody has realised i'm addicted to &lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.net"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt;. It's so easy for lazy people like me to post stuff. I've stuck the rss feed on the right of my blog so you don't even have to visit. But if you do want to then click &lt;a href="http://paddysplace.tumblr.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; Yes, yes. I know i've mentioned this before. But if you read from the top of this paragraph then you'll see the bit where I say i'm addicted. So gives me an excuse to mention it as often as possible. Crappy memory or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my laptop battery is about to die. My brain is about to dribble out my ears and I can't think of anything else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect place to stop methinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-2520343397734775780?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2520343397734775780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2520343397734775780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/coo-ee-im-here.html' title='coo-ee i&apos;m here'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-5748479665548183352</id><published>2007-03-03T21:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:22:36.972Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Let eating commence!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/17yOzwxRDoYHw9ya9"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/17yOzwxRDoYHw9ya9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="334" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1csdx_mikey-n-misty"&gt;Mikey n Misty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Paddy"&gt;Paddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-5748479665548183352?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5748479665548183352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5748479665548183352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/let-eating-commence.html' title='Let eating commence!'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-752831283889232155</id><published>2007-03-03T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-03T20:59:43.404Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Mikey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/Rene7bBmFyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/S44oqKC3k1M/s1600-h/File0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/Rene7bBmFyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/S44oqKC3k1M/s320/File0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037802770638706466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/Rene8LBmFzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9WJehloqmq0/s1600-h/DSCF5846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/Rene8LBmFzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9WJehloqmq0/s320/DSCF5846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037802783523608370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 5 short years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/paddeespics/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-752831283889232155?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/752831283889232155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/752831283889232155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/Rene7bBmFyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/S44oqKC3k1M/s72-c/File0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-2589040393946535820</id><published>2007-03-03T08:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-03T08:01:23.415Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='p'/><title type='text'>DANGER: Cat at play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/58LfB5sbod4Fb9ug4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/58LfB5sbod4Fb9ug4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="334" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1cgt0_garfield-at-play"&gt;Garfield at play&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Paddy"&gt;Paddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garfield tests out his new 'climbing frame'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-2589040393946535820?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2589040393946535820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2589040393946535820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/danger-cat-at-play.html' title='DANGER: Cat at play'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-5696644335731266550</id><published>2007-03-02T17:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-02T17:11:19.687Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Just click here</title><content type='html'>Well we're surviving without Sky One so far. Zara was very brave and deleted the channels from her &lt;a href="http://www.digiguide.com/"&gt;Digiguide &lt;/a&gt;so we don't get any reminders when I the shows we can no longer watch are about to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're now getting into watching Heroes on SciFi channel instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's the weekend. Zara is at work, i`m waiting for my bath to run. So what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign up to a new web services! Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a disease, I swear it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my latest foray into the digital world is to have a &lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr &lt;/a&gt;account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's tumblr. Other than a new Web 2.0 service that likes to leave out the odd vowel. According to the blurb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tumblelogs  are like blogs with less fuss. Tumblr is your friendly and free tool for creating tumblelogs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. Add this &lt;a href="http://paddysplace.tumblr.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to go have a look. Add the rss feed and then wait weeks for me to post anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have a reputation to keep you know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-5696644335731266550?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5696644335731266550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5696644335731266550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-click-here.html' title='Just click here'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-4298325429459770899</id><published>2007-03-01T17:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-01T17:39:32.040Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Sky's the limit</title><content type='html'>Well thank you Branson and Murdoch. I guess having billions of pounds doesn't mean you're gonna be less of a dickhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the war between content providers the casualties are the customers. I knew it was gonna happen. But I switched the tv on this morning hoping that Sky One was still gonna be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck you Sky. I'm not gonna be the donkey that you dangle the carrot infront of and follow you mindlessly to become a Sky customer. I'll take my chances with Virgin and see what they can offer without the crutch that is Sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss watching new episodes of Lost, Battlestar Galactica, Bones and others. But my life will go on without them. Even if it means waiting until later in the year to watch them I somehow think i'll live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-4298325429459770899?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4298325429459770899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4298325429459770899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/03/skys-limit.html' title='Sky&apos;s the limit'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-1922792193532793327</id><published>2007-02-24T18:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-24T18:50:30.475Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>The laptop is dead.</title><content type='html'>Long live the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best of times it was the worst of times. I loved my clunky, noisy, slow ugly beast of a laptop. But on Monday 19 February 2007 at 7:35am all was silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick trip to the Dell website..and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of Friday 23 February 2007 at 4:45pm the world was a happy place again, and Zara could breath a sigh of relief that my days of going cold turkey were over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, sat quietly and gently warming my legs is a sleak, shiny, quiet, fast Dell Inspiron. With a (unusually for me) legal copy of Windows all singing all dancing Vista. And so far i'm more than bloody happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's got a cool chess game too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does this mean i'll be blogging more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it. But when I do be happy in the knowledge that these words have been written quickly, smoothly and quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they will be as soon as I get used to this new keyboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-1922792193532793327?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1922792193532793327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1922792193532793327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/laptop-is-dead.html' title='The laptop is dead.'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-4441155304986209365</id><published>2007-02-17T20:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-17T20:32:55.476Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Tick Tock</title><content type='html'>Wow weekly posts now!&lt;br /&gt;There isn't enough me to go round. Which sounds kinda big headed. I mean there isn't enough time to fit all of me in. I never seem to get the things I want done. Or have the time to get them done in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upload pictures, upload video. Set the spare pc up as a file server....again.  Play Zelda on the Wii. Talk to friends online who never seem to be online anymore goddamit where are you people. Blog more! Oh, and other stuff I can't really think of right now damn my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time I seem to get to myself is the hour (or two) I have in the bath. And then i'm too relaxed to blog or anything. I need another me...or a Mii, heh. One to do all the stuff that needs to be done and on to go off quietly and do the stuff I'd really like to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least i've got a blog post in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-4441155304986209365?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4441155304986209365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4441155304986209365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-4555784574997848306</id><published>2007-02-10T22:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:42:41.835Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Sux</title><content type='html'>It's no good. I need to blog. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;And when I do it's cos i'm in a slump, funk or whatever it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a downer on life and all those that inhabit it. There's a fly on my wall, and I rate it more highly than some human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for the fact i have Zara and all our pets i'd probably be cutting my arms up right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first thing you see in on digg are stories titled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/17053439/"&gt;Man convicted of throwing... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/17074960/"&gt;Brothers get 10 years for cooking...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then your day is already off to a bad start. Hopefully these fuckers will get whats coming to them whilst in jail. Ok, I've cut the end of both those titles off in case it upsets anyone. But click the links if you feel the need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say it's pretty horrific stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a shitty week my weekend is already fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. These stories are pretty few and far between. But it still happens to something somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it did kind of put my week into perspective. Poor little me and my poor little life. Except for me it is. You can only relate to what you're going through personally. The rest is just empathy. I'm probably making no sense right now. Blame it on the Stella Artois. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official. I hate my job. No wait. I hate my place of employment. Things could change. But they're not happening fast enough. I'm stuck in the hell reserved only for people who talk in the theatre (ok, small Firefly reference there, ignore it if you like).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know where to begin. So I shan't. Just imagine the worst place you've worked. Then imagine the person you most hated in your life. Now imagine that person is your boss. Now imagine that persons entire family also works in the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Welcome to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not just leave. Well, that doesn't exactly help pay the mortgage. So until the situation changes to the point that leaving is an option then I shall have to just ramble on here about how shitty things are like i'm some kind of fucking emo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to summaries the things I love:&lt;br /&gt;Zara&lt;br /&gt;Animals&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I hate:&lt;br /&gt;Job&lt;br /&gt;Humans&lt;br /&gt;Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't life grand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-4555784574997848306?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4555784574997848306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4555784574997848306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/sux.html' title='Sux'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-3030406088886651744</id><published>2007-02-05T17:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:42:42.361Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>How fast is your finger?</title><content type='html'>Test your reactions. Click the tranquilizer button whenever you see a sheep leaving the flock and running for freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My average: 0.2484&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clicky &lt;a href="http://www.youshock.com/skills/sheep_reaction_test/"&gt;linky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-3030406088886651744?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3030406088886651744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3030406088886651744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-fast-is-your-finger.html' title='How fast is your finger?'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-4705106357003112572</id><published>2007-02-01T18:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-01T18:22:56.483Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Feeling down?</title><content type='html'>If you felt down last week then here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RcIvTg17SaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VgqoiYKEsFU/s1600-h/worst_day_of_the_year.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RcIvTg17SaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VgqoiYKEsFU/s320/worst_day_of_the_year.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026632146379032994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. Simple eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok. Go &lt;a href="http://www.collisiondetection.net/mt/archives/2007/01/does_this_week.html#001629"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to learn more. If you must.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-4705106357003112572?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4705106357003112572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4705106357003112572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/02/feeling-down.html' title='Feeling down?'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_743Xj0LJN3c/RcIvTg17SaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VgqoiYKEsFU/s72-c/worst_day_of_the_year.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-4716241748401954021</id><published>2007-01-30T05:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-30T05:34:49.492Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Awake</title><content type='html'>It's 5am and i'm wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason my brain is dumping images and memories of my brothers first crash.&lt;br /&gt;He'd just woken up from intensive care.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like it is in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;People just don't wake up and start talking to you like they've woken up from a long sleep. Well maybe sometimes they do.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even recognise me. Couldn't speak.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the worst days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was all this?&lt;br /&gt;I really can't remember the exact date. Which might sound odd. But my brain is hopeless at retaining some information.&lt;br /&gt;Zara sometimes thinks i'm lying to her about certain facts when they tend to change depending on how my brain relates to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t still no words&lt;br /&gt;It was more like an animal looking at you. Looking towards where the sound was coming from.&lt;br /&gt;I smile&lt;br /&gt;He smiles.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach just knots up then.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't recognise me.&lt;br /&gt;He has no idea who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Or Tina.&lt;br /&gt;Bruising to the brain affected his speech.&lt;br /&gt;But the rest....it's not like it is in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;The nurse soon came in to explain everything.&lt;br /&gt;She had wanted to warn us what we could expect before we went in.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I was just too impatient to see my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's my brain doing?&lt;br /&gt;It's not an anniversary of the event.&lt;br /&gt;Certain times bring me crashing right down and I'm in my own little dark cloud for what seems like days sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i've got 2 hours before I have to get ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to try and sleep again. See what things my stupid brain brings forth for me to mull over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-4716241748401954021?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4716241748401954021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4716241748401954021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/awake.html' title='Awake'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-3838384231963773328</id><published>2007-01-29T22:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:17:21.602Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Wii Violence</title><content type='html'>As promised...well, kinda. Here is one of the vids taken at Christmas. Putting a few more up on &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Paddy"&gt;DailyMotion&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/10MwIBpZVHd8z7GLE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/10MwIBpZVHd8z7GLE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="334" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x13a4a_wii-violence"&gt;Wii Violence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Paddy"&gt;Paddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare and Phil getting physical in Wii Tennis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-3838384231963773328?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3838384231963773328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3838384231963773328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/wii-violence.html' title='Wii Violence'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-2442006642015368936</id><published>2007-01-29T17:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:05:09.396Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Sorry Zara, just had to blog this</title><content type='html'>Beware, this sounds bad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm not usually one for posting warnings about scams but I had a near miss the other day.&lt;br /&gt;I walked into B&amp;Q for my 'daily' visit and some old guy, dressed all in orange, asked me if I wanted decking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I got the first punch in and that was the end of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those less suspecting might not be so lucky - be on your guard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-2442006642015368936?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2442006642015368936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2442006642015368936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry-zara-just-had-to-blog-this.html' title='Sorry Zara, just had to blog this'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-5954531334149331287</id><published>2007-01-26T18:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-26T18:53:36.075Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Nostalgic moment</title><content type='html'>Damn you Deanna and your 'if you grew up in the 70s' email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone all dreamy of the days I grew up in a small village in the middle of nowhere next to the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting snowed in every winter and the school bus not getting through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 tv channels, and still racing home on my bike on Saturday to watch the A Team, or the Hulk or the Dukes of Hazzard (which is being shown on Bravo and still is damn good to watch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And despite only the 3 channels I had more tv to watch than I do with my 30+ channels; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Charlie's Angels, Battlestar Galactica, Buck Rogers In The 25th Century, The Six Million Dollar Man, The Bionic Woman, Voyage To The Bottom Of The Sea, Knight Rider, The A-Team, Kung Fu, CHiPs, The Fall Guy, Street Hawk, Logan's Run and The Man From Atlantis&lt;/span&gt; to name a few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out to play with friends first thing in the morning and not coming home until tea was ready at 5pm. And actually having to walk or ride a bike to get anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action Man was a real hero, and not some gimp with a snowboard like he is now. Losing the skin on my knuckles winding up the power wheel to release Evil Knievel on his motorbike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queuing up outside to watch Star Wars at the local cinema. And the film shown before the 'main feature' was about bikers/hells angels. And I decided then that I wanted a motorbike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never actually getting the hang of skateboarding. Despite having a cool book with lots of pictures showing you how to 'hang 5'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying '&lt;a href="http://www.lookinarchive.com/homepage.html"&gt;Look In&lt;/a&gt;' for all the cool posters of bands like Boomtown Rats, Adam and his ants &amp; Blondie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even knowing what a computer was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to buy sweets for half a pence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying flippng heck was classed as swearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everybody feels like this about the decade they grew up in. Mine seems to span between 1976 and 1986 when I left school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's years are the best to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-5954531334149331287?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5954531334149331287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5954531334149331287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/nostalgic-moment.html' title='Nostalgic moment'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-2531877677403459639</id><published>2007-01-23T18:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-23T18:12:57.456Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Weeeek</title><content type='html'>Can't believe it's been nearly a week since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope my reader(s) haven't been feeling neglected, but I can't say i've missed blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just laziness. I'm out of the groove. I get settled in the bath ready to write another rant and then think, ahh, this is nice and warm. Relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the anger just washes away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hand hurts though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I punched the shed door in a moment of frustration. I can't say i've been feeling particularly calm this last week or so. No one thing is to blame. Jut life I guess. Money. The usual things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with a stubborn head strong, yet slightly indecisive  girl doesn't help. Joking honey ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm finally uploading the videos of us playing the wii over Christmas. It's still January so I think it still falls under the festive season umbrella. I'll blog them as soon as they're uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which might be sometime in February going by my track record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. After a week waiting for me to say something deep and meaningful you get a few lines of waffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, Life eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-2531877677403459639?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2531877677403459639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2531877677403459639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/weeeek.html' title='Weeeek'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-4289166349937549413</id><published>2007-01-17T18:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:54:21.627Z</updated><title type='text'>Over 25?</title><content type='html'>SYMPTOMS OF BEING OVER 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You leave clubs before the end to "beat the rush".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You get more excited about having a roast on a Sunday than going clubbing the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You stop dreaming of becoming a professional footballer and start dreaming of having a son who might instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Before throwing the local paper away, you look through the property section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. All of a sudden, middle aged people are not 46, they are only 46.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Before going out anywhere, you ask whether there is anywhere to park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Rather than throw a knackered pair of trainers out, you keep them because they'll be alright for the DIY or in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You buy T-shirts without anything written on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Instead of laughing at the innovations catalogue that falls out of the newspaper, you suddenly see both the benefit and money saving Properties of most of the things that are in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You start to worry about your parents' health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You have more disposable income, but everything you want or need to buy costs between 200 and 500 quid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You don't get funny looks when you buy a Disney video or a Wallace And Gromit bubble bath, as the sales assistant assumes they are for your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Pop music all starts to sound the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You opt for Pizza Express over Pizza Hut because they do a really nice half-bottle of house red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You always have enough milk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. To compensate for the fact that you have little desire to go clubbing, you instead frequent trendy bars and restaurants in the mistaken belief that you have not turned into your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. While flicking through the TV channels, you happen upon C4's Time Team with Tony Robinson. You get drawn in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The benefits of a pension scheme become clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You go out of your way to pick up a colour chart from B&amp;Q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You wish you had a shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You have a shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You actually find yourself saying "They don't make 'em like that anymore" and "I remember when there were only 4 TV channels" and "Not in my day...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Radio 2 play more songs you know than Radio 1 - and Jeremy Vine has some really interesting guests on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Instead of tutting at old people who take ages to get off the bus, You tut at rowdy school children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When sitting outside a pub you admire their hanging baskets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. You find yourself saying "is it cold in here or is it just me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-4289166349937549413?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4289166349937549413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4289166349937549413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/over-25.html' title='Over 25?'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-4006843367107724590</id><published>2007-01-15T18:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-15T18:23:09.624Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Hello? Idaho? This isn't the wild fuckin west you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BOISE&lt;/span&gt;, Idaho – Gov. C.L. “Butch” Otter said Thursday he will support public hunts to kill all but 100 gray wolves in the state once the federal government removes the animal from Endangered Species Act protections, and that he hopes to shoot a wolf himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Idaho Office of Species Conservation estimates the state's current wolf population at about 650, in roughly 60 packs. Otter told The Associated Press after a rally of hunters on the Capitol steps that he wants hunters to gradually kill about 550 of the animals, leaving about 100 wolves or 10 packs, the minimum the federal government would allow before wolves again would be considered endangered....&lt;a href="http://www.signonsandiego.com/news/nation/20070111-1411-wst-wolfhunting.html"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-4006843367107724590?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4006843367107724590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4006843367107724590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-idaho-this-isnt-wild-fuckin-west.html' title='Hello? Idaho? This isn&apos;t the wild fuckin west you know'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-1625671801598472155</id><published>2007-01-14T20:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:37:11.146Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>It's all about me!</title><content type='html'>Ok, feel like I want to post, but as usual have nothing interesting to say. So here's a lazy post which I nicked from my very lovely friend Deanna's myspace page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was full of playing on the Wii. And eating copious amounts of things covered in chocolate using Zara's chocolate fountain. Pictures/videos to follow if i'm not too lazy to upload them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FAVORITE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food:   Pizza&lt;br /&gt;Candy: Anything&lt;br /&gt;Number: 7&lt;br /&gt;Color: Purple&lt;br /&gt;Animal: Dogs&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Smirnoff Ice&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol See above&lt;br /&gt;Bagel: plain with jam&lt;br /&gt;Letter: Zzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;Body Part on Opposite sex: Oh easy....tits&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke:           Neither really&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds or BurgerKing:  Both as bad&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry or Watermelon: Urgh, fruit!&lt;br /&gt;Hot tea or Ice tea:   Neither&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla   Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Hot Chocolate or Coffee:  Hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Kiss or Hug:              Depends who it is&lt;br /&gt;Dog or Cat:           Cat&lt;br /&gt;Rap or Punk:           Punk&lt;br /&gt;Summer or Winter:   Summer&lt;br /&gt;Scary Movies or &lt;br /&gt;Funny Movies:           Scary&lt;br /&gt;Love or Money:           Love, with money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOUR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime:           11:00 - 12:00&lt;br /&gt;Most Missed Memory:   My brother&lt;br /&gt;Best phyiscal feature:   Umm&lt;br /&gt;First Thought Waking Up:  God, not work already!&lt;br /&gt;Goal for this year:   Make money&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends:           Zara&lt;br /&gt;Weakness:           Computer games&lt;br /&gt;Fears:                   Losing loved ones&lt;br /&gt;Longest relationship:   15 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAVE YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Drank:           yes&lt;br /&gt;Ever Smoked:           yes&lt;br /&gt;Pot:                   yes&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Drunk:          yes&lt;br /&gt;Ever been beaten up:      yes&lt;br /&gt;Ever beaten someone up:   yes&lt;br /&gt;Ever Shoplifted:   yes&lt;br /&gt;Ever Skinny Dipped:   no&lt;br /&gt;Ever Kissed Opposite sex: yes&lt;br /&gt;Been Dumped Lately:       no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IN A GUY/GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Eye Color:    blue&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Hair Color:    blonde&lt;br /&gt;Short or Long:            long&lt;br /&gt;Height:                    don't mind&lt;br /&gt;Style:                    rock chick&lt;br /&gt;Looks or Personality:    Bit of both&lt;br /&gt;Hot or Cute            Cute&lt;br /&gt;Drugs and Alcohol:    Not too much of either&lt;br /&gt;Muscular or Really Skinny: Bit of meat on her bones :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RANDOMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Regrets in the Past:    None&lt;br /&gt;What country do you want to Visit: USA or Italy&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to Die:            Quickly&lt;br /&gt;Been to the Mall Lately:    The where?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:    Ooh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your Parents:    Yes&lt;br /&gt;Health Freak:                    God no&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your Attractive:    No&lt;br /&gt;Believe in Yourself:            A little&lt;br /&gt;Want to go to College:            Yeah, easy life ;)&lt;br /&gt;Do you Smoke:                    No&lt;br /&gt;Do you Drink:                    Yes&lt;br /&gt;Shower Daily:                    No...have a bath&lt;br /&gt;Been in Love:                      Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you Sing:                    Badly&lt;br /&gt;Want to get Married:            Again!&lt;br /&gt;Do you want Children:            Nooooo&lt;br /&gt;Hate anyone:                    Yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-1625671801598472155?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1625671801598472155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1625671801598472155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-all-about-me.html' title='It&apos;s all about me!'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-5994949842807013319</id><published>2007-01-10T18:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:54:54.169Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii'/><title type='text'>How to win at Wii tennis</title><content type='html'>As a complete Nintendo Fanboy and Wii nerd I couldn't help but blog this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The score’s 40 to 0 and you’re two games down, risking an embarrassing defeat at the hands of your opponent. He’s warming up for his fourth consecutive power serve, and your palm is sweating. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What do you do&lt;/span&gt;?...&lt;a href="http://www.5rupees.com/2007/01/10/how-to-win-wii-tennis-at-any-cost/"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-5994949842807013319?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5994949842807013319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5994949842807013319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-to-win-at-wii-tennis.html' title='How to win at Wii tennis'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-7351963826061885016</id><published>2007-01-09T18:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:28:57.971Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Zara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm not the type to wine you n dine you, I'm just no good at that sort of thing. Although I am hopefully going to make something with pasta later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have a ton of chocolate to melt on the chocolate fountain. So at least we can make ourselves violently sick; even if we can't watch Battlestar Galactica on our new LCD tv. Damn modern technology. You think they'd make em last more than a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my day off work, and Zara's 25th has been a day of ups n downs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-7351963826061885016?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/7351963826061885016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/7351963826061885016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-175953775484687082</id><published>2007-01-04T17:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-04T17:55:40.295Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Taking no chances</title><content type='html'>2 days in and I need another break from work already. My morning starts at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:10am Zara's Alarm goes off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:15am My radio alarm goes off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:20am My mobile phone alarm goes off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:25am My mobile phone alarm goes off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30am My mobile phone alarm goes off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i`m getting out of fuckin bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:55am Go to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30pm Wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens between the hours of 8am and my dinner at 12:30 is a mystery. But i'm sure I must be working as I haven't been sacked yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-175953775484687082?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/175953775484687082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/175953775484687082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/taking-no-chances.html' title='Taking no chances'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-8025427474922166797</id><published>2007-01-02T10:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:50:28.424Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Rinse and repeat</title><content type='html'>And another crappy New Year begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm full of cold. As soon as my holidays started I could feel it taking over my system. And now it's set up home in my head and keeps making banging noises and has installed cladding in the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Christmas was great despite all this. Oh, and Zara's wisdom tooth made a bid for freedom and has been trying to push it's way up. So she's not a happy bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah. Christmas. Copious amounts of alcohol were drunk. EU food size mountains were eaten. And cool presents exchanged. And we've still got a ton of food to get through. I think we went a little mad on the shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have books to read. DVD's to watch and Nintendo DS/PC games to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wii is way more fun than I imagined (Sorry to rub it in Carto). My parents came round Boxing Day and we played Wii Sports until we couldn't move. My mum was frighteningly good at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was down to Oxford to stay at Zara's Dad's.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ok, I'll stop typing for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to make this into a novel sized post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-8025427474922166797?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8025427474922166797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8025427474922166797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2007/01/rinse-and-repeat.html' title='Rinse and repeat'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-3979680931031277980</id><published>2006-12-25T10:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-25T10:49:35.359Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am posting on Christmas Day. But i`m using my Wii to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me more or less of a saddo? hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-3979680931031277980?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3979680931031277980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3979680931031277980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-4913645756830458150</id><published>2006-12-23T17:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-23T18:09:16.261Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Thump thump thump</title><content type='html'>Today has been a day of recovery.&lt;br /&gt;In both mind and body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which sounds kinda cool and mystical and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But in reality it just means I drank way too much on the works piss up last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil Smirnoff Ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think my self is starting to forgive me for the 7 hours I made it down copious amounts of vodka. Although the hour or so playing Wii Sports this afternoon did cause a slight setback in the recovery process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody else reading this got their Wii's yet? no? Nobody wanna exchange Wii addresses? No? Anybody still playing Animal Crossing? And when I say anybody I mean you Carto? hmm? hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's official. Me n Zara are complete Nintendo fanboys, er girls, er people. You've not lived if you haven't experienced Zara in full flow playing boxing. It's a scary sight. I fear for my safety now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. We're having fun. Christmas is going great so far. Life is feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy bunny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-4913645756830458150?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4913645756830458150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4913645756830458150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/thump-thump-thump.html' title='Thump thump thump'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-8667273711732503220</id><published>2006-12-20T14:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-20T14:12:12.124Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Wii....weee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://pics.nakama.ca/61/b8/465ee5d8d06fb861_196.jpg" alt="Wiiii!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes &amp; yessss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m not leaving the house ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-8667273711732503220?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8667273711732503220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8667273711732503220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/wiiweee.html' title='Wii....weee!!'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-3613999616921405733</id><published>2006-12-19T17:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T18:01:50.193Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake tuesday'/><title type='text'>Cake Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Yes i've taken over Cake Tuesday. This is my festive attempt at cake decoraing with a LOT of guidance from Zara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.nakama.ca/c3/84/20ef97a0f55184c3_196.jpg" alt="Ho Ho Ho" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-3613999616921405733?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3613999616921405733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3613999616921405733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/cake-tuesday.html' title='Cake Tuesday'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-6125384549723046310</id><published>2006-12-18T19:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:25:31.640Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Birthday Facts</title><content type='html'>A few facts only I will probably be interested in regarding my brother. I've changed a few words to past tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your date of conception was on or about 27 March 1972 which was a Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born on a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under the astrological sign &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sagittarius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Life path number is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life Path Compatibility:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2, 4, 8, 11 &amp; 22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have got along well with those with the Life Path numbers &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6 &amp; 7&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You were least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1, 3, 5 &amp; 9&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Julian calendar date of your birth is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2441669.5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golden number for 1972 is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The epact number for 1972 is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The year 1972 was a leap year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 2/15/1972 and ending 2/2/1973.&lt;br /&gt;You were born in the Chinese year of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Native American Zodiac sign is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Owl&lt;/span&gt;; your plant is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mistletoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born in the Egyptian month of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Menchir,&lt;/span&gt; the second month of the season of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Poret&lt;/span&gt; (Emergence - Fertile soil).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your date of birth on the Hebrew calendar is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13 Tevet 5733&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Or if you were born after sundown then the date is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14 Tevet 5733&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mayan Calendar long count date of your birthday is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12.17.19.7.5&lt;/span&gt; which is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12 baktun 17 katun 19 tun 7 uinal 5 kin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hijra (Islamic Calendar) date of your birth is Monday, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12 Dhi'l-Qa'dih 1392 (1392-11-12).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date of Easter on your birth year was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunday, 2 April 1972&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Orthodox Easter on your birth year was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunday, 9 April 1972&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The date of Ash Wednesday (the first day of Lent) on your birth year was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wednesday 16 February 1972.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date of Whitsun (Pentecost Sunday) in the year of your birth was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunday 21 May 1972.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date of Whisuntide in the year of your birth was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunday 28 May 1972.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date of Rosh Hashanah in the year of your birth was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday, 9 September 1972.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date of Passover in the year of your birth was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thursday, 30 March 1972.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date of Mardi Gras on your birth year was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tuesday 15 February 1972&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;As of 12/18/2006 2:12:34 PM EST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be 34 years old.&lt;br /&gt;You should be 408 months old.&lt;br /&gt;You should be 1,774 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;You should be 12,418 days old.&lt;br /&gt;You should be 298,046 hours old.&lt;br /&gt;You should be 17,882,772 minutes old.&lt;br /&gt;You should be 1,072,966,354 seconds old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Celebrities who share your birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera (1980) Katie Holmes (1978) Earl 'DMX' Simmons (1970)&lt;br /&gt;Rob Van Dam (1970) 'Stone Cold' Steve Austin (1964) Brad Pitt (1963)&lt;br /&gt;Leonard Maltin (1950) Steven Spielberg (1946) Keith Richards (1943)&lt;br /&gt;Ossie Davis (1917) Douglas Fraser (1916) Betty Grable (1916)&lt;br /&gt;Ty Cobb (1886)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Top songs of 1972&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face by Roberta Flack &lt;br /&gt;Alone Again (Naturally) by Gilbert O'Sullivan&lt;br /&gt;American Pie by Don McLean &lt;br /&gt;Without You by Nilsson&lt;br /&gt;I Can See Clearly Now by Johnny Nash &lt;br /&gt;A Horse with No Name by America&lt;br /&gt;Baby Don't Get Hooked On Me by Mac Davis &lt;br /&gt;Me and Mrs. Jones by BillyPaul&lt;br /&gt;The Candy Man by Sammy Davis, Jr. &lt;br /&gt;Lean On Me by Bill Withers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4.86027397260274&lt;/span&gt; years old. (You're still chasing cats!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;365&lt;/span&gt; days till your next birthday&lt;br /&gt;on which your cake should have had &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;35&lt;/span&gt; candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 35 candles produce &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;35 BTUs&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8,820&lt;/span&gt; calories of heat (that's only 8.8200 food Calories!) .&lt;br /&gt;You can boil &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4.00&lt;/span&gt; US ounces of water with that many candles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1972 there were approximately &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3.7 million &lt;/span&gt;births in the US.&lt;br /&gt;In 1972 the US population was approximately &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;203,302,031&lt;/span&gt; people, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;57.4&lt;/span&gt; persons per square mile.&lt;br /&gt;In 1972 in the US there were approximately &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2,158,802&lt;/span&gt; marriages (10.6%) and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;708,000&lt;/span&gt; divorces (3.5%)&lt;br /&gt;In 1972 in the US there were approximately &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1,921,000&lt;/span&gt; deaths (9.5 per 1000)&lt;br /&gt;In the US a new person is born approximately every &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;seconds.&lt;br /&gt;In the US one person dies approximately every &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthstone is&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Blue Zircon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mystical properties of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blue Zircon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;    Zircon helps one be more at peace with oneself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blue Topaz, Ruby, Lapis Lazuli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth tree is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fig Tree, the Sensibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Very strong, a bit self-willed, independent, does not allow contradiction or arguments, loves life, its family, children and animals, a bit of a butterfly, good sense of humour, likes idleness and laziness, of practical talent and intelligence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; days till Christmas 2006!&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; days till Orthodox Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon's phase on the day you were&lt;br /&gt;born was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;waxing gibbous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-6125384549723046310?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/6125384549723046310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/6125384549723046310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/birthday-facts.html' title='Birthday Facts'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-1453024591063435858</id><published>2006-12-18T07:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-18T07:35:17.053Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Birth day</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. Which means Zara can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a whole post floating around in my head. Which somehow feels like cheating. Should posts always be spontaneous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when Zara dreams it's like a full on theatrical production. She really should write them down. Or blog them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've had the full on blockbuster version of Zara's dream and now my post has dribbled out my ears. I'm not complaining, or blaming Zara. Just saying where my head is right now. Which might be a good thing. My original post might have sounded a little contrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I really want to post more. My head is now empty of all thoughts. There was so many of them bouncing around in my head at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I lay. On the settee with a blanket round me, in the dark, with the fire slowly cooking me. The low hum of the laptop, the sound of our rats snuffling around in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels safe and warm. Which is how I want to be as inside I feel empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, there's one of those cliched lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-1453024591063435858?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1453024591063435858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1453024591063435858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Birth day'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-5711699268492512936</id><published>2006-12-14T19:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-14T19:43:24.013Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Awwww, wook at vu coot wikkle baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/12PsUW-8ge4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/12PsUW-8ge4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I know how this guy feels!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-5711699268492512936?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5711699268492512936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5711699268492512936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/awwww-wook-at-vu-coot-wikkle-baby.html' title='Awwww, wook at vu coot wikkle baby'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-3534824977605611835</id><published>2006-12-12T19:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T19:27:27.751Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Oh Lordy. Nobody tell Miaow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are: 60% Dog, 40% Cat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumorecatordogquiz/animal-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a nice blend of cat and dog.&lt;br /&gt;You're playful but not too needy. And you're friendly but careful.&lt;br /&gt;And while you have your moody moments, you're too happy to stay upset for long.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyoumorecatordogquiz/"&gt;Are You More Cat or Dog?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-3534824977605611835?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3534824977605611835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3534824977605611835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-lordy-nobody-tell-miaow.html' title='Oh Lordy. Nobody tell Miaow!'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-619040283651972532</id><published>2006-12-10T17:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-10T18:17:42.212Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Wiiiii....bump</title><content type='html'>Sigh. So the 8th December came n went with no sign of the wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I knew would happen. But you always live in hope. But we did get part of our order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we now have the extra controller and Wii Play to, er, practice swinging around in the living room in anticipation of the arrival of our little bundle of nintendo goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now i'm soaking in the bath. No surprise there. Working up the energy to tackle the Christmas decorations. Which may seem early to some. But considering half our street looks like Blackpool illuminations then our few coloured lights and little tree will be nothing to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling Christmasy now. I think the Port n lemonade we had earlier went a long way to put me in the Christmas spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are SO ready for Christmas. Nearly all the presents have been bought. All put a couple being bought online. The food is in, the booze is in. Just 5 more little work days to go for me then it can begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be such a long week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-619040283651972532?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/619040283651972532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/619040283651972532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/wiiiiibump.html' title='Wiiiii....bump'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-1681306385009170935</id><published>2006-12-07T18:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-07T19:08:50.501Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Ding dong the muppets gone</title><content type='html'>Well the obviously very mature 26 year old has thrown his toys out his pram and gone stomping off into the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week of his fuck ups he got a verbal warning which had him crying to his girlfriend. And after he was burped and put to bed early he came in today to face us like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then scribbled his resignation on a scrap of paper. And went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whilst I was at home on my dinner break, damnit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I miss all the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt that won't be the last we hear of him. He's the sort to cause trouble and will probably cry that he was treated unfairly. Yeah, so, we hated the twat. No need to take is so personally eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happens when you refuse to take responsibility for your own actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tempted to post his myspace.com profile link on here. But he's not worth the hassle really if he ever found out. Well, we'll see. Depends on how much he pisses us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which will be nothing compared to the broken legs he'll have if certain people catch up with him. So it'll not be like he'll be running after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, this is turning nasty. I'm tired. He walked out leaving us well and truly in the shit at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, nice on muppet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-1681306385009170935?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1681306385009170935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1681306385009170935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/ding-dong-muppets-gone.html' title='Ding dong the muppets gone'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-1248946879769279920</id><published>2006-12-06T19:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-06T19:31:59.901Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>it's a festive thing!</title><content type='html'>1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hot Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wraps them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. Colored lights on tree/house or white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Coloured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. Do you hang mistletoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. When do you put your decorations up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When Zara says so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anything with Alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Going through mum's catalogue writing our Christmas present list. Although this process usually started in July!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hmm, what do you mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If i'm allowed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. How do you decorate your Christmas tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quickly, and with a bit of arguing usually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. Snow! Love it or Dread it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love it, as long as I don't have to drive in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12. Can you ice skate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Badly, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13. Do you remember your favorite gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's the most important thing about the Holidays for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Time off work. Oh ok, and family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Something with chocolate, and cream...and alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite holiday tradition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Getting pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17. What tops your tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Garfield usually! Although this year i'm sure it'll be a rat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. Which do you prefer giving or receiving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Receiving...gimme presents, gimme, gimme, gimme!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19. What is your favorite Christmas Song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wish it could be Christmas everyday - Wizard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20. Candy Canes! Yuck or Yum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mmm...candy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite Christmas movie?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Christmas Carol, 1951 version with Alastair Sim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22. What do you leave for Santa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-1248946879769279920?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1248946879769279920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1248946879769279920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-festive-thing.html' title='it&apos;s a festive thing!'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-8761018283573061009</id><published>2006-12-04T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-04T18:09:50.730Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Money money money</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it's Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my back still aches like mad.&lt;br /&gt;And...yeah. I've had enough of work already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's Ebay night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about two and a half hours my 'Vintage' Lego item auctions will end. And my paypal account will be looking nice n healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says money can't buy you happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not gonna be enough to retire on, but it'll make Christmas very merry. I already sold my PS2 to make way for the Wii. And got a nice warm fuzzy feeling by accepting less than I wanted so a little boy would get what he wanted on his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah. Yeah, she coulda been spinning me a tale, but. What the hell. It was my good deed for this year in the hope that our Wii will arrive before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clocking up the overtime at work. Getting paid for my little job on the side, and selling on Ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, money makes me pretty damn happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-8761018283573061009?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8761018283573061009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8761018283573061009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/12/money-money-money.html' title='Money money money'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-56727825023123761</id><published>2006-11-30T19:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:33:24.570Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Blah!</title><content type='html'>Zoooom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the week flying by. Can't believe it's 5 days since my last post. Dr whatshischops on Brain Training won't be happy with me either as I haven't trained my brain for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your kinds words, and messages as to my whereabouts. I was inundated with emails /sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working too damned hard this week so my mood is less than stellar. Hence my need to take it out on the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will start with a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fuuuuckkkk You&lt;/span&gt;, and work my way up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boss, even whilst being away on holiday is still managing to fuck things up. The muppet, despite my strongest nightly prayers is still 'working' for us. And i've had more work this past week than I have all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, as from next Monday i'll be starting the big 2 week countdown until I start my holiday. And i'm more than ready for a few weeks of constant binging and nightly piss ups. The spare room is chocca with Christmas goodies. I've pretty much done my present buying. Thanks in no small part to Amazon.co.uk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's t-minus 18 days and counting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-56727825023123761?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/56727825023123761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/56727825023123761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/blah.html' title='Blah!'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-5783690703834058114</id><published>2006-11-25T21:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:50:03.898Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>I didn't think this week could drum up any more madness until I went round to my parents house to find that my mum had taken a tumble in town and knocked her front teeth out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt very self conscious and I tried not to look. But it really shook me up. It shows that my parents are vulnerable. Especially my mum. And that it's slowly heading towards the time where I have to look out for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably making them sound a lot older than they actually are. Which isn't really the point I'm trying to make. But it's one of those things you don't consider until something like this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my parents are fighting fit, my dad goes flying every moment he can. My mum travels to her mother's house for visits. But it shows, all it needs is one trip, one tumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it can happen to anybody at anytime of life. But they're my parents. They're my life. Even though i'm going on 37 they're a big part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm settled in my own home with Zara and have our own life going on. But I sometimes wonder how vulnerable I will feel when I don't have my parents to turn to for guidance. Or just a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can lose my brother before he managed to turn 30, then whose to say I can't lose my parents before their time either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, this is a depressing post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-5783690703834058114?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5783690703834058114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5783690703834058114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-weekj.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-1885715547842551613</id><published>2006-11-22T21:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:28:29.549Z</updated><title type='text'>Such is life</title><content type='html'>If you think you're having a crappy time of your life, then think again. If you've not heard of the &lt;a href="http://darwinawards.com/"&gt;Darwin Awards&lt;/a&gt; then go here. It'll make you smile about your own little life if nothing else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The following mind-boggling attempt at a crime spree in Washington, DC appeared to be the robber's first (and last), due to his lack of a previous record of violence, and his terminally stupid choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. His target was H&amp;J Leather &amp; Firearms, A gun shop specializing in handguns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The shop was full of customers - firearms customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To enter the shop, the robber had to step around a marked police patrol car parked at the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A uniformed officer was standing at the counter, having coffee before work. Upon seeing the officer, the would-be robber announced a hold-up,and fired a few wild shots from a target pistol. The officer and a clerk promptly returned fire, the police officer with a 9mm Glock 17, the clerk with a .50 Desert Eagle, assisted by several customers who also drew their guns, several of whom also fired. The robber was pronounced dead at the scene by paramedics. Crime scene investigators located 47 expended cartridge cases in the shop. The subsequent autopsy revealed 23 gunshot wounds. Ballistics identified rounds from 7 different weapons. No one else was hurt in the exchange of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overzealous zookeeper Friedrich Riesfeldt (Paderborn, Germany) fed his constipated elephant Stefan 22 doses of animal laxative and more than a bushel of berries, figs and prunes before the plugged-up pachyderm finally let it fly, and suffocated the keeper under 200 pounds of poop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigators say ill-fated Friedrich, 46, was attempting to give the ailing elephant an olive oil enema when the relieved beast unloaded on him. "The sheer force of the elephant's unexpected defecation knocked Mr. Riesfeldt to the ground, where he struck his head on a rock and lay unconscious as the elephant continued to evacuate his bowels on top of him" said flabbergasted Paderborn police detective Erik Dern. With no one there to help him, he lay under all that dung for at least an hour before a watchman came along. During that time he suffocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be just one of those freak accidents that proves that "Sh!t happens!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-1885715547842551613?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1885715547842551613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1885715547842551613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/such-is-life.html' title='Such is life'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-157076010287190452</id><published>2006-11-21T21:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:37:46.255Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake tuesday'/><title type='text'>Cake Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes. I know how long it`s been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2320/2148/1600/105021/2006_112100966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2320/2148/320/634715/2006_112100966.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2320/2148/1600/633491/2006_11210069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2320/2148/320/341225/2006_11210069.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2320/2148/1600/912786/2006_11210043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2320/2148/320/39893/2006_11210043.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2320/2148/1600/120796/2006_11210060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2320/2148/320/419831/2006_11210060.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-157076010287190452?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/157076010287190452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/157076010287190452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/cake-tuesday.html' title='Cake Tuesday'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-3775599381594309236</id><published>2006-11-19T18:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-19T18:35:17.743Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Brrr-rrr</title><content type='html'>Four weeks to go.&lt;br /&gt;Four weeks until I finish work for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Four weeks until I can stay in bed 24/7 out of this damn cold horrible weather and do nothing except play on my DS until the Wii arrives and then I'll &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to get out of bed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breaths*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you to both Deanna and &lt;a href="http://cartostitchingcorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carto&lt;/a&gt; for making me feel slightly better about the workrat situation. Only slightly better though. I always have to feel a little guilty about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;a href="http://cartostitchingcorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carto&lt;/a&gt;, I got myself a new DS game yesterday. Ok, it was a tenuous  link at best. So now i've been playing Animal Crossing like mad. I'm addicted already, and have managed to get Zara hooked too. Which didn't take very long  this morning and meant my DS was hijacked to the point that the battery was dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that'll be another friend code i'll have to add to the right hand side of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it'll keep me going until our Wii arrives. Which won't be in the first batch destined for delivery on the 8 Dec...damnit. Still, gotta be better than following the sheep and buying a PS3 on ebay for at least 5 times the RRP...suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of the boring geekdom I hear someone cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which doesn't leave me with much to blog about. No doubt the ensuing week will kick up something to rant about as 'the muppet' attempts to do either himself or someone else some damage carrying glass around the factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes the day more....interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-3775599381594309236?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3775599381594309236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3775599381594309236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/brrr-rrr.html' title='Brrr-rrr'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-3714410278595004989</id><published>2006-11-16T17:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:57:06.331Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Weak</title><content type='html'>I'm ok now. I always feel ok with the world when i'm safe in my own home. With the curtains closed and the doors locked on these cold nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But out in the real world I don't often feel in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak willed&lt;br /&gt;Weak minded.&lt;br /&gt;Weak spirited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An animal has probably died because of me, and I hate myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a rat at work, or rats. Or something that's chewing the cables and eating the left over food we discard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested a humane trap.&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't hammer the point home that this was the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pest control was brought in.&lt;br /&gt;Poison was put down.&lt;br /&gt;Now there is no sign of the little furry critter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been putting bits of crisps down in my work room. And by morning these had been eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the little guy is gone. And it's all down to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our workplace had bought mousetraps. Mousetraps for fuck sake!&lt;br /&gt;It'll maim it I said.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody listened.&lt;br /&gt;So I made sure I was the last to leave, and then made sure the traps didn't do any kind of damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the poison was put down.&lt;br /&gt;And I did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I could do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I might as well have put the poison down myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to the little fella who had the misfortune to think our workplace was a safe refuge from the cold world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess at least he ate well whilst he stayed in my work room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-3714410278595004989?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3714410278595004989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3714410278595004989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/weak.html' title='Weak'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-303888187856943213</id><published>2006-11-14T18:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:01:47.954Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Awww</title><content type='html'>Poor little fella. Just had to blog this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zVCYdrw-1o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zVCYdrw-1o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-303888187856943213?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/303888187856943213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/303888187856943213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/awww.html' title='Awww'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-1065441404427758870</id><published>2006-11-13T18:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:22:22.026Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Crick!</title><content type='html'>Never thought i'd say it, but finally the weekend is over.&lt;br /&gt;It was 2 days of taking the wrong route on any decision.&lt;br /&gt;If i'd gone to work on Saturday I wouldn't have wrecked my back helping with the pets.&lt;br /&gt;If i'd gone and had my bath straight aways and not helped Zara in the kitchen we wouldn't have argued when we did and have a night feeling miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, and quite scary how one little change in direction can set the whole of your day in a different light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, well there's my deep n meaningful moment out the way for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done my good deed for the day. A fly landed in my bathwater, so I fished it out and now it's sat next to me drying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am a soft sod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might put the hair dryer on it in a while to help it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a 'i hate my job' kinda day today. Which probably isn't helping my mood any, along with my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break. Christmas is starting to take way too long to get here now. I've had enough of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need it to be in 5 weeks time, right now. 18th December. Happy Birthday brother. You would be. Should be 34. I start to get anxious, although really it's just another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I really don't know where i'm going with this train of thought. My head is all jumbled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll leave it there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-1065441404427758870?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1065441404427758870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1065441404427758870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/crick.html' title='Crick!'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-5165455566285935398</id><published>2006-11-11T22:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:44:26.773Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Wii did it!</title><content type='html'>The end of another funny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day of fun, laughter, arguing and stony silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would be so boring if it was any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally gotten round to pre-ordering our Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just the long wait until 8th December, and then hope we're in the first batch to be sent out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no good at waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-5165455566285935398?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5165455566285935398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5165455566285935398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/wii-did-it.html' title='Wii did it!'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-4269229236385324900</id><published>2006-11-08T19:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-08T19:13:09.844Z</updated><title type='text'>My fellow DS owners.</title><content type='html'>Woo, 2 posts in one day. Aren't you lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Time magazine is currently poling for Gadget of the Year. The Nintendo DS is out in the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/2006/goty/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to cast your vote and make sure our favourite little friend wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-4269229236385324900?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4269229236385324900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4269229236385324900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-fellow-ds-owners.html' title='My fellow DS owners.'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-6267675755412601095</id><published>2006-11-08T18:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-08T18:48:44.112Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>People are dumb Pt 123456</title><content type='html'>Picture the scene.&lt;br /&gt;In Manchester.&lt;br /&gt;A bus only lane.&lt;br /&gt;With bollards that lower to allow the buses to pass.&lt;br /&gt;Now insert stupid car drivers.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=4621560ec7&amp;p=1"&gt;http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=4621560ec7&amp;p=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-6267675755412601095?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/6267675755412601095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/6267675755412601095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/people-are-dumb-pt-123456.html' title='People are dumb Pt 123456'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-3979981298859121944</id><published>2006-11-07T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T18:33:43.703Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Complaints department</title><content type='html'>Well. It looks like my posts have been missed considering all the subtle...and not so subtle messages i've been getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I didn't realise how few times I was posting until I looked at the number of posts I made in january (40) and the number of posts I made last month (18). Less than half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is quite amazing considering the amount of times the new guy at work pisses me off. Who from now on I shall refer to as 'muppet'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who by now has had his stitches out from the time last week where he nearly lost his life and ended up with...er...6 stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, cry me a river you wuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all been there. It's the joys with working with glass. Anyway, I found this amazing website where you can rant anonymously about a fellow coworker, and send them an email...so I guess I know where i'll be going next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, muppet. After telling you I have stuff like Iron Maiden, Nine Inch Nails and the like on my Ipod I don't like Michael fucking Jackson...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breaths*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway. We all survived bonfire night. Miaow got a little spooked, but that's it over for another year. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that a pretty uneventful weekend. Apart from making Zara cry in the middle of Tesco. And then getting hateful looks off all the women in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bastard I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I don't think I made her cry. She was in a mood. I was in a mood. Words were said. Tears were shed. It was just a whole mood thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I lay..in the bath, of course cos it's damn cold everywhere else in the house. Relaxed. Calm. Serene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll soon be Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and finally. For anybody who's as addicted to their DS as me. I'm gonna start putting my friend code on the right hand side. But for now here's the only came i've got with a friend code. Mario Kart DS 073096 316837.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you on the track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-3979981298859121944?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3979981298859121944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3979981298859121944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/complaints-department.html' title='Complaints department'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-2877191691488881343</id><published>2006-11-03T18:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-03T18:21:57.067Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Young and old</title><content type='html'>Wow, friday already.&lt;br /&gt;My posts are getting less and less I know.  But I have a very good reason for that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i'm just getting bored with the whole blogging thing. Or i'm  just too busy, well I mean the new series' of Stargate are on so that's Wednesday out the way completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And work is going...ok. I'm slightly detatched from the daily crisis going on around me in the knowledge that I'm getting extra money elsewhere with the possibility of it becoming a full time job. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell. But all this extra cash does mean I can look forward to what free time I do have being spent infront of my DS or the impending purchase of our Wii. Must pre-order, must pre-order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain age is currently 27 if anyone cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's good to know my mental state is quite young even if bodily I feel 90. Although I blame the weather on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too. Damn, Cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anybody, like me, who grew up in the 80s smoking, drinking and longing to have sex with anyone who vaguely showed and interest then this youtube video is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it show none of the above it does show the items we grew up with and the things we saw on tv. A time when chocolate bars had proper names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy. And i'll try and post more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HWDKHXhLluc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HWDKHXhLluc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I can't guarantee it'll be interesting, or make much sense as my brain tends to regress to that of a child the nearer to Christmas it gets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-2877191691488881343?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2877191691488881343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2877191691488881343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/11/young-and-old.html' title='Young and old'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-4161898073284805669</id><published>2006-10-31T16:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T17:00:48.431Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>Hope you have a frightening night. Busy doing pumpkins now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2320/2148/1600/Happyhallowen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2320/2148/320/Happyhallowen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing as scary as this though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-4161898073284805669?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4161898073284805669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4161898073284805669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-8022532899438941091</id><published>2006-10-30T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T18:38:28.460Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Circle of life</title><content type='html'>It's been a funny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garfield kills pigeon.&lt;br /&gt;Zara cooks pigeon.&lt;br /&gt;Rats eat cooked pigeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life it's not good to be the pigeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here endeth the lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-8022532899438941091?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8022532899438941091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8022532899438941091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/circle-of-life.html' title='Circle of life'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-9205456293424034392</id><published>2006-10-29T18:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-29T19:17:52.953Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>A fine day</title><content type='html'>Today has been good.&lt;br /&gt;Actually today has been fucking excellent.&lt;br /&gt;It all started well by me n Zara beating each other.&lt;br /&gt;Er, at Mario Kart DS and Tetris that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I see another cool video showing off the Wii i'm gonna explode. Either that or Zara will really beat me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was today also a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;Nicky Hayden only won the 2006 MotoGP championship. Woo&lt;br /&gt;Woo.&lt;br /&gt;And woo again.&lt;br /&gt;Also another reason for Zara to do me in as i've been like a kiddy in a candy/DS store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best. Race. Ever. Although I didn't actually watch much of the race. Instead I was glued to my laptop with the timing screen on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I imagine none of you reading this has the faintest idea what i'm babbling on about.&lt;br /&gt;But damnit. It's my blog , so I'll woo as much as I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'm done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the most exciting news to many, not the most interesting thing I've got to say about my whole weekend. But it'll do for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-9205456293424034392?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/9205456293424034392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/9205456293424034392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/fine-day.html' title='A fine day'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-3199497264155403342</id><published>2006-10-26T20:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:40:43.260+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>In the mood for a meme</title><content type='html'>A bit late to the party. But thought i'd give this a go. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.flowwithrho.blogspot.com/"&gt;RhoRho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Umm, i'll edit this later. Not near a book right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--I can reach the wall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--4400&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Without looking, guess what time it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--8:25pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--5:24pm woo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--The sound of water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Just before 6pm, to take our cat to the vets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Email&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Nothing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--no idea, very rarely remember.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--About 30 mins ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--General bathroom type stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Well I am naked right now....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Pretty good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Umm, about 15 mins of The Departed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Nintendo :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell me something about you that I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--God, Where do I start!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--I would change the human race&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Depends on how drunk I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. George Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Nutter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Petal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Umm, dunno. Only good with pet names. Any child I have will hate me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Every winter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--why?....just, why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 4 people who must also do this meme in their journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--i'm not that cruel, do it if you want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-3199497264155403342?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3199497264155403342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3199497264155403342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-mood-for-meme.html' title='In the mood for a meme'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-3681931213988538592</id><published>2006-10-25T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:12:37.429+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>DS DS DS</title><content type='html'>Yes. Blame the little white box on the lack of posts the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an addict. Pure and simple.&lt;br /&gt;It'll only get worse mark my words. As soon as it comes out we're treating ourselves to a Wii for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Although I suppose I could just then blog on my Wii. Got my DS working with my wireless connection so me and Zara are having great fun losing to people all around the world at Mario Kart and Tetris.&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now here I sit getting slightly chilly in the bath.&lt;br /&gt;Damn you small inferior hot water tank.&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to get way too cold here now. And winter has yet to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;The winter wollies will be out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note. My blog has made it onto &lt;a href="http://www.25peeps.com/r/1888"&gt;25peeps.com,&lt;/a&gt; yay.&lt;br /&gt;Fame and fortune can not be far away now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-3681931213988538592?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3681931213988538592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3681931213988538592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/ds-ds-ds.html' title='DS DS DS'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-1228470864659173427</id><published>2006-10-22T21:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:24:21.903+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Nightime visitors</title><content type='html'>Despite all the fireworks and noise life still goes on as normal for some furry and not so furry creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as all our pets we tend to feed the local wildlife as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2320/2148/1600/DSCF4735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2320/2148/320/DSCF4735.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2320/2148/1600/DSCF4728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2320/2148/320/DSCF4728.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-1228470864659173427?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1228470864659173427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1228470864659173427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/nightime-visitors.html' title='Nightime visitors'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-8997806740298054391</id><published>2006-10-21T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T19:00:02.691+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Bang</title><content type='html'>I fucking hate this time of year&lt;br /&gt;All the little retards are wetting themselves over the fact they can let off fireworks whenever and wherever they want.&lt;br /&gt;Even in the middle of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Which I guess goes some way to show their mental ability.&lt;br /&gt;I blogged about this last year. And I guess it's something that will piss me off every year, so here it is again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell shops are allowed to sell fireworks to anybody other than organizations is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;Other than the fact the government would miss out on the extra revenue I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cat freaks out everytime one goes off. &lt;br /&gt;Fireworks, bonfires. I could really live without this 'tradition' which has very little meaning left behind why we celebrate the 5th November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened over 400 years ago people. Time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy Fawkes must be turning in his grave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-8997806740298054391?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8997806740298054391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8997806740298054391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/bang.html' title='Bang'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-8910639027024529580</id><published>2006-10-20T19:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T19:52:49.600+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>It's Here!</title><content type='html'>Today is the official &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Slap Your Irritating Co-workers Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a co-worker who talks nonstop about nothing, working your last nerve with tedious and boring details that you don't give a damn about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a co-worker who ALWAYS screws up stuff creating MORE work for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a co-worker who kisses so much booty, you can look in their mouth and see what your boss had for lunch? Do you have a co-worker who is SOOO obnoxious,when he/she enters a room, everyone else clears it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on behalf of IkeTurner, I am so very very glad to officially announce today as SLAP YOUR IRRITATING CO-WORKER DAY! There are the rules you must follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You can only slap one person per hour - no more.&lt;br /&gt;* You can slap the same person again if they irritate you again in the same day.&lt;br /&gt;* You are allowed to hold someone down as other co-workers take their turns slapping the irritant.&lt;br /&gt;* No weapons are allowed...other than going upside somebody's head with a stapler or a hole-puncher.&lt;br /&gt;* CURSING IS MANDATORY! After you have slapped the recipient, your"assault" must be followed with something like "cause I'm sick of your stupid-a$$ always messing up stuff!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If questioned by a supervisor or police, (if the supervisor is the irritant), you are allowed to LIE, LIE, LIE! Now, study the rules, break out your list of folks that you want to slap the living day lights out of and get to slapping.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and believe me. I was so tempted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-8910639027024529580?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8910639027024529580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8910639027024529580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-1580847801831933309</id><published>2006-10-17T12:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T12:54:56.491+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Human:0 Orca:1</title><content type='html'>Humans really are stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rECvv1z5aSE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rECvv1z5aSE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-1580847801831933309?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1580847801831933309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1580847801831933309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/human0-orca1.html' title='Human:0 Orca:1'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-8293265512744562321</id><published>2006-10-16T18:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:00:42.022+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Stolen</title><content type='html'>It's Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling lazy.&lt;br /&gt;So I blatantly stole this from &lt;a href="http://www.jmw500.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gemmak.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is fine as she stole it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARE YOU: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A Cuddler? Yes&lt;br /&gt;2. A morning person? Yes, Damnit!   &lt;br /&gt;3. Are you a perfectionist? Kinda&lt;br /&gt;4. An only child? I am now :(&lt;br /&gt;5. Catholic: NO!&lt;br /&gt;6. In your pajamas? Do I look like i'm 5?&lt;br /&gt;7. Currently suffering from a broken heart? Nope&lt;br /&gt;8. Okay styling other people's hair? Define style&lt;br /&gt;9. Left handed? No&lt;br /&gt;10. Addicted to MySpace? Not so much&lt;br /&gt;11. Shy around the opposite gender? No.&lt;br /&gt;12. Loud? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Bite your nails? No&lt;br /&gt;13. Get paranoid at times? At times&lt;br /&gt;14. Currently regret something that you have said/done? No&lt;br /&gt;15. Curse frequently when you get mad? Constantly&lt;br /&gt;16. Enjoy country music? No&lt;br /&gt;17. Enjoy jazz music? No&lt;br /&gt;18. Enjoy smoothies? No&lt;br /&gt;19. Enjoy talking on the phone? Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;20. Have a lot to learn? And then some!&lt;br /&gt;21. Have a pet? A few :)&lt;br /&gt;22. Have a tendency to fall for the "wrong" person? Has been known&lt;br /&gt;23. Have all your grandparents died? No&lt;br /&gt;24. Have at least one sibling? -&lt;br /&gt;25. Have been told that you are smart? Yes, believe it or not!&lt;br /&gt;26. Have had a broken bone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;27. Have Caller I.D. on your phone? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Changed a diaper? Urgh, yes&lt;br /&gt;29. Changed a lot over the past year? Yes&lt;br /&gt;30. Had friends who have never seen your natural hair color? Yes&lt;br /&gt;31. Had surgery? No&lt;br /&gt;32. Killed anyone? Not yet!&lt;br /&gt;33. Had your haircut within the last week? Noooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST PERSON WHO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept in the bed beside you? My girlfriend, Zara&lt;br /&gt;2. Saw you cry? Zara&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to the movies with you? Umm, Zara&lt;br /&gt;4. You went to the mall with? As Above&lt;br /&gt;5. You went to dinner with? Zara and my mum..&lt;br /&gt;6. You talked to on the phone? Workmate&lt;br /&gt;7. Said 'I love you' to you and meant it? again, Zara&lt;br /&gt;8. Broke your heart? Nicole&lt;br /&gt;9. Made you laugh? Zara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pierce your nose or tongue? Nose already pierced so i'll go with tongue&lt;br /&gt;2. Be serious or be funny? Funny&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink whole or skim milk? Skim&lt;br /&gt;4. Die in a fire or drown? Drown&lt;br /&gt;5. Spend time with your parents or enemies? Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT YOU! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time is it? 18:57&lt;br /&gt;2  Name? Patrick&lt;br /&gt;3. Nickname(s)? Paddy&lt;br /&gt;4. Where were you born? Germany&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your birthdate? April '70&lt;br /&gt;6  What do you want? More Nintendo DS games!&lt;br /&gt;7. Where do you want to live? Somewhere warm, but not hot&lt;br /&gt;8. How many kids do you want? None&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-8293265512744562321?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8293265512744562321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8293265512744562321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/stolen.html' title='Stolen'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-7585909054962336149</id><published>2006-10-13T20:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T20:52:55.033+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2320/2148/1600/me%26d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2320/2148/320/me%26d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18 December 1972 ~ 13 October 1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart of gold stopped beating&lt;br /&gt;two shining eyes at rest.&lt;br /&gt;God broke our hearts to prove,&lt;br /&gt;He only takes the best.&lt;br /&gt;God knows you had to leave us,&lt;br /&gt;but you did not go alone-&lt;br /&gt;for part of us went with you,&lt;br /&gt;the day He took you home.&lt;br /&gt;To some you are forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;to others just part of the past,&lt;br /&gt;but to those of us who loved and lost you,&lt;br /&gt;the memory will always last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-7585909054962336149?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/7585909054962336149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/7585909054962336149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/day.html' title='The Day'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-5738880420965838805</id><published>2006-10-12T22:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:04:41.638+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Really flying</title><content type='html'>Wow, where has this week gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it's Thursday all ready. My nice relaxing week is nearly over.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Then back to the cruddy, boring normality of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't posted all week, which I know will not please some people. And this one is going to be a bit short as i'm pretty tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great day today. Me n Zara went flying with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Video was taken, photo's were shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try n post a couple of the good ones.&lt;br /&gt;Had a go at the controls, and managed to keep us in the blue bit and avoid hitting the green bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence my ability to post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow should be fun as I have to try and control Zara and my mum in a HobbyCraft center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think flying the plane will turn out to be easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-5738880420965838805?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5738880420965838805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5738880420965838805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/really-flying.html' title='Really flying'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-360617429563220516</id><published>2006-10-09T12:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:43:00.549+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Happy 10th Birthday me!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I`m 10 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, on the 7th September 1996 I made my first ever impression on the internet. On a pet newsgroup.&lt;br /&gt;And then again on the 8th in the same thread as I buggered up my first post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten slightly better since then. Can`t believe it`s been 10 years. Slightly over maybe as my first foray into the online world was through Compuserve on my dad`s blisteringly quick 486.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I managed to talk my (then) wife into getting connected with a 14,400 modem. On my Amiga. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has changed in the last 10 years. More than I thought possible. I'm gonna have to dig out some old photos from 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See if i`ve changed as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-360617429563220516?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/360617429563220516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/360617429563220516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-10th-birthday-me.html' title='Happy 10th Birthday me!'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-4001331408991505050</id><published>2006-10-08T18:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T19:16:49.601+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Sniff...</title><content type='html'>I think i'm coming down with something.&lt;br /&gt;All the signs are there. The signs Zara had before she got ill. And has now passed on said contagion to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it won't come to anything. I haven't been ill in a long time. I was always catching colds as a kid. But as i've got older (but not necessarily grown up) i've become a bit hardier to the little beasties that try and infect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on holiday for the next week, I can't decide if getting ill is good timing or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, hopefully it won't come to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm going to have as relaxing a week as possible. Until Friday anyway. Which probably doesn't mean a lot to people who don't read this often. Or don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find out if things get too much and a sudden rush of emotion comes out via the keyboard (read back to this time last year if you really want to know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a little better this year for some reason. Up 'til now. Not so many downs. But i'm trying not to let things prey on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nintendo DS is wonderful for occupying your mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother would have loved it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, there I go. First crack in the armour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-4001331408991505050?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4001331408991505050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4001331408991505050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/sniff.html' title='Sniff...'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-1659178790285169947</id><published>2006-10-05T20:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T20:25:27.858+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>It's back</title><content type='html'>To stop the complaints from people i've got Haloscan working in beta blogger.&lt;br /&gt;And when I say people I mean Zara.&lt;br /&gt;And when I say I got it working I mean I found a website explaining what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No excuses for not commenting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-1659178790285169947?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1659178790285169947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1659178790285169947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s back'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-3406756348321405054</id><published>2006-10-04T18:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T19:20:23.494+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Mmmuppet!</title><content type='html'>I've bottled it up long enough. Well, actually I haven't 'cos I tend to rant to Zara about him...but anyway, today was extra special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, now that sounds gay! Ok, there's this workmate. He's only been working for us about a month. But been working in the industry about 7 years. But, well, how can I put this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate fireguard&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate teapot&lt;br /&gt;Ashtray on a motorbike&lt;br /&gt;Fart in a paperbag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the above are more useful than this guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to talk to him as little as possible. But in a place with only half a dozen people in it; that makes it kinda difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; So do you like listening to Christina Aquawhatsherface (ok, I made thayt last name up, but you know who I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Not really, she's damn sexy tho.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Yeah, what about Bouncy (Beyonce, or whatever her name is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Umm, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; Where's the chair? (there's a chair out in the factory for us to use, but I nicked it and put it in my work room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; In my room (which you should already know as you saw me sitting on it before tea break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Him,&lt;/span&gt; Oh, what's it in there for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; What the hell do you think it's in there for...decoration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *leaps over workbench to batter muppet senseless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe the last two bits didn't happen...but it was close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I guess he was probably just trying to make conversation. But i'm not the chitty chatty kind of person. But he doesn't seem to take the hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...he doesn't really seem to take in my, um, natural surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have long hair&lt;br /&gt;I have piercings and tattoos&lt;br /&gt;I generally wear linkin park, Limp Bizkit t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;I wear a Deftones hooded top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like the kind of person to listen to Be-bloody-once. Or be interested in the fact you went to see Kylie last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must sound like a right twat talking about him like this. But if you had to work with him 8 hours a day you'd understand. I think most workplaces have at least one person they could do without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i've been that person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, such is life. Ok, i'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-3406756348321405054?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3406756348321405054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3406756348321405054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/mmmuppet.html' title='Mmmuppet!'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-1285148976221650464</id><published>2006-10-03T21:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:33:39.808+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake tuesday'/><title type='text'>Cake Tuesday</title><content type='html'>It's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By popular demand. And yet again Zara had to remind me it's a Tuesday. So I guess Dr hoojamaflip`s Brain Training isn't working yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Cake Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2320/2148/1600/Winnie%20the%20Pooh%20cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2320/2148/320/Winnie%20the%20Pooh%20cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2320/2148/1600/Winnie%20the%20Pooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2320/2148/320/Winnie%20the%20Pooh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-1285148976221650464?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1285148976221650464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1285148976221650464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/cake-tuesday.html' title='Cake Tuesday'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-286524912476983356</id><published>2006-10-02T18:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T18:47:42.444+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Umm..</title><content type='html'>Well as usual i've left my posting until as late as possible and now I'm being...umm, what's the word. 'Asked' if i'm getting out the bath soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is wanting to get tea started methinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo..my Monday has been a bit...umm. That's the best way to describe it really. Umm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really happened. Nothing wound me up. Nothing pissed me off. I guess nobody was awake enough this Monday to cause me grief. I'll have to watch the news later to see if anything happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the rest of the world had an umm day. I'll switch on the tv and find the news reporter sleeping at their desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Now, this isn't a complaint, or a moan or a gripe about the lack of comments I get. I'm rising above all that...for now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Zara did 'mention' that she was unable to post a comment today. Anybody else having problems? Anyone know how to get haloscan working in blogger beta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email/skype or send me and odeo message of you have anything to say..those buttons are there on the right for a purpose people...use em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on that happy note I shall depart dear reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays High: 29 on Brain Age, woo.&lt;br /&gt;Todays Low: Bluetooth not working on my laptop, damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-286524912476983356?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/286524912476983356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/286524912476983356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/10/umm.html' title='Umm..'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-2109816944839622332</id><published>2006-09-30T19:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:12:43.786+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Blue, Black, Red, Blue...BLUE!</title><content type='html'>Thats all I can hear at the minute. Zara's shiny new black Nintendo DS arrived today. So there'll be no more squabbling between us over who gets to play with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, dirty innuendo moment there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Dr Whatshischops Brain Training is getting pretty addictive. Our brains are both in their 30's now. Although mine has been as young as 29. Of course if you've never played this game before you're really gonna wonder what the hell i'm on about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Zara's brain is now 37...she is NOT happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can tell we've both gone DS mad. And any spare cash is being sucked up into the Nintendo pot. We we're both sat in the living room earlier 'chatting' to each other via our DS's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeky and sad you may say. And I would have agreed with you before i'd paid a visit to the library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hard mornings work earning more DS game money I popped into the library to renew a book i'd taken out 2 weeks ago. A typically geeky book on Linux. Anywhoo, this guy infront of me who looked like King of the geeks was getting a book out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big book of Sausages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF! he looked quite excited with his librarial (if that isn't a word then it is now!) find. I tried to avoid eye contact in case he spied me looking at his sausage-esk bible and regaled me in stories of his sausaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, sexual innuendo detector on overload now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm babbling now. I guess this is what happens when you don't post for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't even got onto ranting about how people have no idea about the highway code and that trying to get through a gap past a parked car whilst i'm barreling towards them in my big white van is pretty low on the list of 'good ideas'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I feel better for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-2109816944839622332?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2109816944839622332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2109816944839622332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/blue-black-red-blueblue.html' title='Blue, Black, Red, Blue...BLUE!'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-2690340493806215173</id><published>2006-09-27T18:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:09:13.697+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Flying</title><content type='html'>No, not me. Time.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe the last time I posted was Sunday. And by the lack of comments and emails I've had I guess nobody gives a toss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, humph to to you all. I don't care cos i've got my ds lite. I currently have a brain age of 36. Although maybe that should be 6 as i'm having great fun playing Lego Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...that's about it. I could rant about work I guess. Although i've just done that to Zara so it's all out my system now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I think of something to complain about i'll be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High: Seeing how much money we have in the bank!, yay to having 2 jobs on the go!&lt;br /&gt;Low: The people I have to suffer at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-2690340493806215173?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2690340493806215173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2690340493806215173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/flying.html' title='Flying'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-7916975279175418359</id><published>2006-09-24T19:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T20:00:55.844+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Young at....brain?</title><content type='html'>The lack of posts the last couple of days can be put down to one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nintendo DS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a fit of spending fury I threw caution to the wind and credit card to amazon.co.uk and ordered a lovely white Nintendo DS Lite....in white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a bargain price of £109 with a copy of Dr thingumyjig's Brain Training I couldn't put if off any longer. And after 2 days brain training i`ve gone from having the brain of a 72 year old to that of a 33 year old. I'll let Zara comment on her progress...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it any good? Well after about an hour showing it off to my parents they were straight onto amazon to order one for themselves. Family get togethers are going to get a lot more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have a headache. I think i've stretched my mental capacity too far. Which doesn't take too long. By the end of the week my brain should be that of a new born baby. So i'll be dribbling and cooing by the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is pretty much how I end up after a few too many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-7916975279175418359?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/7916975279175418359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/7916975279175418359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/young-atbrain.html' title='Young at....brain?'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-7071646494716061577</id><published>2006-09-21T18:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:47:15.196+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human'/><title type='text'>End Dolphin Slaughter in Japan</title><content type='html'>During drive hunts, migrating pods of dolphins and other small whales are first panicked and confused by loud banging, then herded, by the hundreds, into shallow coves and butchered, one by one, by fishermen. Every year, some 20,000 small cetaceans of several species, some of which are endangered, including bottlenose dolphins, striped dolphins, spotted dolphins, Risso’s dolphins, short-finned pilot whales, white-sided dolphins and false killer whales, are killed or taken in the drives, sometimes illegally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on &lt;a href="http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/427037941?ltl=1158860702"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; to go sign the petition to end this mindless practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don`t argue, don`t ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-7071646494716061577?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/7071646494716061577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/7071646494716061577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/end-dolphin-slaughter-in-japan.html' title='End Dolphin Slaughter in Japan'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-3797804246267582533</id><published>2006-09-20T17:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:31:05.955+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>No other excuse for it really. No funny posts, no cute videos. Even worse. No Cake Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because I couldn't really be arsed. Lethargy has really set in. I haven't been playing any pc games either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the cause of all this? No idea.&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been doing with my time? Even less of an idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm laid here, as always, in the bath; trying to think what i've done with myself since my last post. My mind is blank. Although that could be put down to the fact I have the worst memory in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a workmate so crudely put it; 'i'd forget my balls if they weren't in a bag'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm buying a Nintendo DS and that brain training game in a bid to jolly my little grey cells into action. Well, that's my excuse to get a new toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time next week i'll have the brain of a twentysomething. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comments on the state of my body please. Yes, i'm looking at you Zara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low: Hearing a workmate had fallen from a roof headfirst.&lt;br /&gt;High: Later hearing he'd gotten away with a few scratches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-3797804246267582533?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3797804246267582533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3797804246267582533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-6766349997158102606</id><published>2006-09-17T11:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T11:36:04.270+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>No Islamic word for Irony</title><content type='html'>Words fail me...taken from Washington Post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NABLUS&lt;/span&gt;, West Bank -- Two West Bank Christian churches were hit by firebombs early Saturday, and a group claiming responsibility said it was protesting Pope Benedict XVI's remarks about Islam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...During a speech in Germany earlier this week, Benedict cited an obscure Medieval text that characterizes some of the teachings of Islam's founder as "evil and inhuman." The pope, spiritual leader of more than one billion Roman Catholics, did not explicitly agree with or repudiate the text...&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/09/16/AR2006091600174.html"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-6766349997158102606?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/6766349997158102606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/6766349997158102606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-islamic-word-for-irony.html' title='No Islamic word for Irony'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-3199723967787019294</id><published>2006-09-17T11:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T11:24:19.763+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>My new philosphy of life</title><content type='html'>Taken from a comment on digg, which isn`t the important bit really. But anyway. A short conversation between Norm &amp; Cliff from tv`s Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now live by these wise words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Well you see, Norm, it’s like this… A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Now, as we know, excessive intake of alcohol kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster more efficient machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, Norm, is why you always feel smarter after a few beers.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-3199723967787019294?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3199723967787019294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3199723967787019294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-new-philosphy-of-life.html' title='My new philosphy of life'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-1534550249472676528</id><published>2006-09-15T19:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T19:45:10.065+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, now I know!</title><content type='html'>There is NOTHING you can not buy on the internet. And I found this link on PC World's Top 25 Worst Web Sites in case you're wondering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neuticles.com/index1.html"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's &lt;br /&gt;High: Getting to record something on the new DVD recorder.&lt;br /&gt;Low: Finding out that the damn program I wanted to record wasn't on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-1534550249472676528?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1534550249472676528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/1534550249472676528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok-now-i-know.html' title='Ok, now I know!'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-6962381745077600904</id><published>2006-09-14T20:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T20:20:29.419+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>The stupidity of man</title><content type='html'>Either people didn't understand Steve Irwin or just didn't care and are using this as an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From CNN website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BRISBANE&lt;/span&gt;, Australia (AP) -- At least 10 stingrays have been found dead and mutilated on Australia's eastern coast since "Crocodile Hunter" Steve Irwin was killed by one of the animals last week, an official said Tuesday, prompting concerns of revenge attacks on the normally docile fish...&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/asiapcf/09/12/irwin.stingrays.ap/index.html"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-6962381745077600904?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/6962381745077600904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/6962381745077600904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/stupidity-of-man.html' title='The stupidity of man'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-7008684303735008097</id><published>2006-09-14T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T20:17:20.611+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Lets do the Timeshift again!</title><content type='html'>Ok, first things first before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go say hi to Gina, my new tenant. She has a very colouful blog. And manages to come out with many words of wisdom and things I could never think of saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that sentence made sense. I'm sat here with a headache. Not in the bath for a change but sprawled out on the settee. This post would have been made from the bath, but my router keeps having a hissy fit and decides not to let any outgoing connections to the internet. Or to any of my other pc's for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of the geekyness. I'm controlling the overwhelming urge I have right now to record programmes off the tv. Doesn't matter what it is. But it just needs to be recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dvd/hdd recorder arrived today...yay. And it is good. Up to 200 hours of God knows what will be clogging up the hard drive in no time. So the new series's of Stargate and Battlestar Galactica had better hurry the hell up and start soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-7008684303735008097?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/7008684303735008097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/7008684303735008097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/lets-do-timeshift-again.html' title='Lets do the Timeshift again!'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-476825682961720442</id><published>2006-09-12T22:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T23:02:14.783+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake tuesday'/><title type='text'>Cake Tuesday</title><content type='html'>My Spidey senses tell me I haven`t posted these cake pics before...heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2320/2148/1600/Spiderman%20cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2320/2148/320/Spiderman%20cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2320/2148/1600/Spiderman%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2320/2148/320/Spiderman%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman, Spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;Does whatever a spider can....etc, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays High/Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;High: &lt;/span&gt;Getting to start my new Simon Scarrow novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Low: &lt;/span&gt;Working from home until 9pm, urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-476825682961720442?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/476825682961720442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/476825682961720442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/cake-tuesday_12.html' title='Cake Tuesday'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-8683819113934364236</id><published>2006-09-10T19:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T19:28:59.659+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>Apart from the gentle hum of the computers and the dulcet tones of Miaow snoring the house is in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me n Zara aren't talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame the sink. If it hadn't been all gunged up then none of this would have happened.&lt;br /&gt;So blame gunge really I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and lack of food.&lt;br /&gt;And sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And me being crap at most things involving the house.&lt;br /&gt;And my lousy mood.&lt;br /&gt;Probably brought on by lack of food and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And the fact we didn't get to buy a dvd recorder for the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm in the bath feeling low and mad.&lt;br /&gt;Not at anyone or anything in particular. Just that low, empty, dark, aggresive feeling you have when you know you've lost control of the situation and feel like the plane is nosediving towards the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the feeling you're making a mountain out of a molehill. But part of you WANTS to make a mountin out of a molehill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I feel like i'm copying &lt;a href="http://boredhousewife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bored Housewife&lt;/a&gt;'s style of writing.&lt;br /&gt;But I like it. It's so much easier than trying to write coherent sentences when all you want to do is unload your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all my fault. If Zara wasn't such a fussy bi..girl I wouldn't get so wound up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it is all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to try something new a la Keith &amp; the Girl and at the end of each post type my hi/low. As in what was the high point of my day and what was the low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of like a summary if you will. See how long it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;High:&lt;/span&gt; Setting up my spare pc as a linux file server and getting it all running properly..woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Low:&lt;/span&gt; Too many to mention today, urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-8683819113934364236?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8683819113934364236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/8683819113934364236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-2261539658757284387</id><published>2006-09-10T10:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T10:40:46.164+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Why Pandas are reluctant to breed!</title><content type='html'>Make sure your speakers are on for this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SlFEG-97xUM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SlFEG-97xUM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-2261539658757284387?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2261539658757284387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/2261539658757284387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-pandas-are-reluctant-to-breed.html' title='Why Pandas are reluctant to breed!'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-3302126877337457391</id><published>2006-09-08T19:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T19:15:57.096+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Thought for the day.</title><content type='html'>There is more money being spent on breast implants and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viagra today than on Alzheimer's research. This means that by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2040 there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huge erections and absolutely no recollection of what to do with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-3302126877337457391?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3302126877337457391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/3302126877337457391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day.'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-5648012496498006527</id><published>2006-09-07T20:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T20:18:56.783+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Must...Stay...Awake...</title><content type='html'>I hear ya little fellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1FV7dND0NY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1FV7dND0NY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-5648012496498006527?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5648012496498006527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/5648012496498006527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/muststayawake.html' title='Must...Stay...Awake...'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-4774426540905135112</id><published>2006-09-07T19:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T19:12:55.289+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Work Work Work</title><content type='html'>I feel old. I ache. I`ve worked 11 hours today and it feels like 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know what that pretty much feels like. 11 hours isn't the longest I've worked. But it's not something I choose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind working for a living. But i'll be buggered if i'm living for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm laid in the bath resting my weary bones watching the countdown on my laptops' battery slowly tick down the minutes until it reaches zero then goes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I finally got and old pc set up as a file server running Linux.&lt;br /&gt;And i've learnt a few more French words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all this wonderful new information will leak out my ears when i'm sleeping tonight though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-4774426540905135112?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4774426540905135112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/4774426540905135112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/work-work-work.html' title='Work Work Work'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17598736.post-7738806597943814549</id><published>2006-09-06T17:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T17:29:39.643+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>A Little Late...</title><content type='html'>..but didn`t really feel it appropriate to add in amongst things like Cake Tuesday et al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the world full of so many fuckers why does such a cool guy have to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ik2C0tv2D-I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ik2C0tv2D-I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17598736-7738806597943814549?l=paddeesplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/7738806597943814549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17598736/posts/default/7738806597943814549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paddeesplace.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-late.html' title='A Little Late...'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04730939572826643912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://homepage.ntlworld.com/paddee/Shoulder_rat_bnw.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
