<?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-26497481</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:09:31.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>turnips, friend or foe?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448403596406560856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26497481.post-115866384689975406</id><published>2006-09-19T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T04:04:06.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time, as it is, has passed</title><content type='html'>well tis has been a while and i felt i should atleast put some picturage of what is is i has been doing.&lt;br /&gt;well seeing as i been working for most of the summer in order to fund me going to study in kutztown next year and so when, finally september came around and twas time at last to go on holiday i enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big mike, dave (sparkles) and alex (random) and i had booked a cruiser on't Norfolk broads for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/1600/DSC00059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/320/DSC00059.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a lovely time. we picked up the boat about 2pm and had our introduction on how not to drive into things as we didnt rule the rivers, but it was a light hearted talk in which the man pretty much told us the best pubs to go to, and after handing us the map we were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed up river for a while and came across our first river side pub, well we couldnt turn it down, it was the way to go on.&lt;br /&gt;sadly we were all hungry by then but oddly, every pub stopped food at 2, so we had our pints and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;because of the height of the boat, we were kind of restricted on how far we could go as it wouldnt fit under a couplea bridges, so we went as far as we could, moored up, beers in hand, and then Big mike decided to fall off the boat, wedging his ankle between the boat and the river bank and collapsing onto the tow path, nice, first night and one injury!&lt;br /&gt;we went for a wander and came across what we thought was a pub, but i have not seen anywhere like this before other than on'telly, as this was the single most seedy place, a disgusting excuse for a 'gents club' so we ordered a short each, downed it and ran (well in mikes case, bit of a waddle) to the local chippy and back to the boat to enjoy the delights from inside the white greasy paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/1600/DSC00048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/320/DSC00048.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/1600/DSC00045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/320/DSC00045.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/1600/DSC00046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/320/DSC00046.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little dicking about on the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/1600/DSC00051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/320/DSC00051.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lovely pub en route&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/1600/DSC00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/320/DSC00055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big bad dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/1600/DSC00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/320/DSC00056.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex as one hell of a chav (slightly staged)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/1600/DSC00061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/320/DSC00061.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had wonderful weather all week, very lucky seeing as the week before was all kinds of storms, this was a little way off so still not wetted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/1600/DSC00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/320/DSC00067.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was introduced to a new game also, called bukaroo, but the challenge is to get as many empty cans on the one whos passed out already before they wake up, last one before awake loses. oddly dave was always the first one switched off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/1600/DSC00077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/320/DSC00077.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/1600/DSC00082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/320/DSC00082.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/1600/DSC00084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/320/DSC00084.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh p.s i won&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26497481-115866384689975406?l=firstmanalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/feeds/115866384689975406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26497481&amp;postID=115866384689975406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/115866384689975406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/115866384689975406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-as-it-is-has-passed.html' title='time, as it is, has passed'/><author><name>adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448403596406560856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26497481.post-115213077743819190</id><published>2006-07-05T13:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T13:21:25.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hum...mull, mull</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/1600/topcat-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/320/topcat-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do cats have four knees or two elbows up front and two knees at the back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26497481-115213077743819190?l=firstmanalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/feeds/115213077743819190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26497481&amp;postID=115213077743819190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/115213077743819190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/115213077743819190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/2006/07/hummull-mull_115213077743819190.html' title='hum...mull, mull'/><author><name>adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448403596406560856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26497481.post-115184360313601053</id><published>2006-07-02T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T05:33:23.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy Whizz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/1600/billywhizz.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/320/billywhizz.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Billy Whizz gets bored everyday because everything he does gets done so quickly he'd run out of things to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26497481-115184360313601053?l=firstmanalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/feeds/115184360313601053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26497481&amp;postID=115184360313601053' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/115184360313601053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/115184360313601053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/2006/07/billy-whizz.html' title='Billy Whizz'/><author><name>adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448403596406560856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26497481.post-115117414485636711</id><published>2006-06-24T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T11:35:44.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>arse bandits and gits</title><content type='html'>well, i do like being put in shitty situations with no real way out without feeling really rather bad, i been working at last at the pet/aquatics shop in maypole and its boring as sin, nothing happens for the whole day, not even a fire or a stag beetle feasting apon a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;went to the poob last night and had a jolly but need a change of the old scenery asap. (quote) " ive been really good recently, ive lost a stone, went to a confrence the other day and we had waffles for breakfast and doughnuts for lunch then i had pizza and deep friend garlic mushrooms for me tea". yes you been really good, fuckin love those sort of conversations, generally out the mouths of the lesser sex. played my kite and gettin some good height and speed on the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fucking love bjork, i just cannae stop listen to her music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need a book to read, any sugestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26497481-115117414485636711?l=firstmanalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/feeds/115117414485636711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26497481&amp;postID=115117414485636711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/115117414485636711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/115117414485636711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/2006/06/arse-bandits-and-gits.html' title='arse bandits and gits'/><author><name>adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448403596406560856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26497481.post-114952530155391432</id><published>2006-06-05T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T09:35:01.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splitters!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/1600/DSC00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/400/DSC00118.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/26497481-114952530155391432?l=firstmanalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/feeds/114952530155391432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26497481&amp;postID=114952530155391432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/114952530155391432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/114952530155391432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/2006/06/splitters.html' title='Splitters!!!'/><author><name>adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448403596406560856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26497481.post-114923966775524374</id><published>2006-06-02T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T02:14:27.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the dreary life of days of old</title><content type='html'>i hate it when things just dont go to plan.&lt;br /&gt;i have a ticket to Milan for tuesday, but now, because the reason i was going was for work, which, subsequently has fallen through, im not going (i need to earn and save so going would just eat into the little money i do have).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd managed to actually get a 'date' for, when i think about it, is technically the first date i (would) have ever been on cause all previous relationships were built from friendship, because, i guess, me being such a twat, will give the first impression that i am, indeed a twat....strange! until you get to know me when you realize, yes indeed he's a twat but look how adorable he looks with that baby face and amazing charms and showing terms of endearment while gettin ID'd for a 12 movie.&lt;br /&gt;anyway that got stopped because women cant fucking make their mind up, apparently her ex boyfriend turned up unannounced and they talked things through and sorted it out. jeeze give me strength. (please, no quips here about her bailing, im not sure i can take it, that means you Am Dram, and you Ben, Jamie, Gillywillie and Mrs Don. oh and anyone else who happens to read this, safe ground here i think!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i broked my bike, brilliant (ben says its fixable but it all adds to the excitment im sure your feeling whilst reading this (bet ya didnt think i could get a 'whilst' inthere did ya, im sure someone will inform me that ive used it out of context or something but hey, i can but try))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my spanker of a kite in a mates cars who decided, this week of all weeks to go to fuckin Devon, and so no massive amounts of fun for me, altho ben, J and i did take bens kites out in those wonderful storms on B/H mon, cleared the field better than any knife wielding monkey would have, just a bit, well stormy really, fun all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tryin my hardest to get a job, really i am, im applying for atleast 5 jobs a day, all of which fit my criteria and play to my strenghts at (arguably) the best barman in the land, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arse bandits, the lot of 'em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26497481-114923966775524374?l=firstmanalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/feeds/114923966775524374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26497481&amp;postID=114923966775524374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/114923966775524374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/114923966775524374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/2006/06/dreary-life-of-days-of-old.html' title='the dreary life of days of old'/><author><name>adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448403596406560856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26497481.post-114821761938821470</id><published>2006-05-21T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T06:20:19.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life in the past couple of weeks</title><content type='html'>Well it may have been a while but im back and i want to tel wats been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a glorious week of enjoying the newly baking heat of the beginning of what appeared to be the english summer, basking in the garden having a bbq 2 night running and just throughly enjoying what was occuring. getting my new kite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/1600/46_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/320/46_1_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and learning my first proper lesson in wind direction and surrounding trees after running around like a lunatic for 45min and still not getting it into the air, but its great other than that time.&lt;br /&gt;then when i returned i found a package for me on the sofa: it was a crimbo prezzy from my aunt and uncle which my nan had forgotten to pass on to me, and brilliantly, when i opened it just wearing shorts and a t-shirt, the gift was a SCARF, brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then just messin about for a while me and a mate booked an adverture day in St Davids and Wales so thus went.&lt;br /&gt;We went coasteering in the morning, which is traversing along the base of cliffs and jumping into the sea and whirl pools and roll overs, and to finish off we did a 25ft jump into a 3 meter gap between rocks. it was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then in the afternoon was what i really waned to do: rockclimbing! we were taught the basics on a small rock at the top of the cliff and then left to play while the instructor went and set up the climb.&lt;br /&gt;so when he'd set it up, we went over the top to have a look, he showed us a couple of rocks poking out of the top of the cliff and said 'down there'. we had a look and it was pure 40 feet sheer drop down to the sea: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/1600/40149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7948/2773/320/40149.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to climb 3 of the routes, wierdly i did the hardest one first as the instructor said i was probably agile enough to do it, so i did and it was the best experience of my fucking life. i intend to do more climbs asap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26497481-114821761938821470?l=firstmanalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/feeds/114821761938821470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26497481&amp;postID=114821761938821470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/114821761938821470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/114821761938821470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-in-past-couple-of-weeks.html' title='life in the past couple of weeks'/><author><name>adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448403596406560856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26497481.post-114580094329713661</id><published>2006-04-23T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T07:02:23.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a card, a card, 3 years of my arse for a card...</title><content type='html'>i think that summed it up for all. goodbye queens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26497481-114580094329713661?l=firstmanalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/feeds/114580094329713661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26497481&amp;postID=114580094329713661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/114580094329713661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/114580094329713661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/2006/04/card-card-3-years-of-my-arse-for-card.html' title='a card, a card, 3 years of my arse for a card...'/><author><name>adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448403596406560856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26497481.post-114560989029962956</id><published>2006-04-21T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T01:58:10.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Age concerns...</title><content type='html'>What age is that you can get away with calling someone 'love' or 'darling' when they serve or help you. i do take into consideration that shitty little girls from essssssssex do indeed do the same, but thats because they're common. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discuss.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26497481-114560989029962956?l=firstmanalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/feeds/114560989029962956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26497481&amp;postID=114560989029962956' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/114560989029962956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/114560989029962956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/2006/04/age-concerns.html' title='Age concerns...'/><author><name>adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448403596406560856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26497481.post-114553349690081219</id><published>2006-04-20T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T02:05:11.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>humour</title><content type='html'>also, have a gander at this site for i see it as funny: www.amateurtransplants.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to edit this as i know that ben has decided to judge the book by its cover and think it is about actual transplants without going into the site, but, he is wrong, these guys are stupendously clever lads, who are funding their doctoring studies by abusing this cleverness and producing songs about life happenings. if you have heard the 'London Underground' song (even if you didnt like it) there are many more better ones about the NHS, Paracetamoxyfrusebendroneomycin, Menstrual rags etc etc. so please dont judge, enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26497481-114553349690081219?l=firstmanalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/feeds/114553349690081219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26497481&amp;postID=114553349690081219' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/114553349690081219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/114553349690081219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/2006/04/humour.html' title='humour'/><author><name>adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448403596406560856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26497481.post-114553114288416480</id><published>2006-04-20T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T04:05:42.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T'is come to an end</title><content type='html'>Through passing the beginnings of what the people in the sky call puberty, i finally turned 18 and at this joyous moment in time i decided to give up my first life skill, in pleasing the unimpressional oaf's collectively called 'customers' in the wonderous shop named WHSmith. And stepped up a grade to work behind a bar being paid to listen to peoples problems and be one of the first links in a chain onroute to depression and alcoholism. Seeing as this first experience was in the friendly atmosphere of the brillaintly named 'Welcome' i am amazed i moved on, as quickly as i could, to work my heart out in the Queens Head. I must admit i enjoyed this whole new situation much more, infact i have now been working there for well over three years, but alas, it must come to an end. After running myself into the ground, sworn at, probably losing the respect from many who i have conversed with in this time, and actually getting to the point of when school chums and other friends alike, ask me what im doing with my time now-a-days, i would feel embarassed in saying I was still at the Queens. But, with my sholders back and my head held high, i can say, I have only 3 weeks left of my first year doing my degree and this saturday will be my last shift and i hope to be working in Europe somewhere for the summer. oh the fun and frolicks i (hope that i) will have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26497481-114553114288416480?l=firstmanalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/feeds/114553114288416480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26497481&amp;postID=114553114288416480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/114553114288416480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/114553114288416480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/2006/04/tis-come-to-end.html' title='T&apos;is come to an end'/><author><name>adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448403596406560856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26497481.post-114546583917997692</id><published>2006-04-19T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T09:57:19.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spending the day catching up with what the new kids are all talking about</title><content type='html'>yeaster-year i thought i knew most thing which the cool kids were talking about but alas, trends have escaped me. But whilst watching the snooker over the last couple of days i have been catching up, but dear dog its taking me a stupid amount of time to just get recognised on the two different places conversations have been occuring. To all those out there HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26497481-114546583917997692?l=firstmanalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/feeds/114546583917997692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26497481&amp;postID=114546583917997692' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/114546583917997692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26497481/posts/default/114546583917997692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstmanalive.blogspot.com/2006/04/spending-day-catching-up-with-what-new.html' title='spending the day catching up with what the new kids are all talking about'/><author><name>adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448403596406560856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
