<?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-5601982</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:45:46.095+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Hate Humanity</title><subtitle type='html'>Days in the life of a London based E.M.T who works for the L.A.S.  Mainly a moan, sometimes a rant, occasionally fictitious.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</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>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-107085721668998783</id><published>2003-12-08T04:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-08T04:20:59.623Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Change Of AddressWell, I've done it.  Fed up with the way Blogger seems horribly bugged, and unable to get an RSS feed I've shifted my allegiance to the more superior Blogware.comSo for the new incarnation of my blog, called "Random Acts Of Reality" just ClickHERE</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/107085721668998783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/107085721668998783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107085721668998783' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-107021505063433282</id><published>2003-11-30T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-30T17:58:06.576Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>14 Days LaterI promised two weeks of Blogging and I managed it.  I've found it an interesting exercise, and not the waste of time that I thought it might be, for one thing I've realised that I seriously need to move from Blogger for a number of reasons.  The first is that the main page doesn't always load fully, cutting off my posts.  Also there is a lack of RSS, which I would have been willing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/107021505063433282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/107021505063433282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107021505063433282' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-107013683960185173</id><published>2003-11-29T20:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-29T20:14:34.436Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Do You Want One WheelThey are thinking of creating a one wheeled bike.  I'd like to know why you would want such tech when normal bikes get along through traffic just fine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/107013683960185173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/107013683960185173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107013683960185173' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-107005438390746601</id><published>2003-11-28T21:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-28T21:21:23.763Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maths Lesson(5:30 Wake up + My Birthday + 13 hour shift) X (Repeat tomorrow) = Must Sleep Now...And good news for decent folk in Newham.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/107005438390746601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/107005438390746601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107005438390746601' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106996546853883771</id><published>2003-11-27T20:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-27T20:38:21.233Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some People Just Can't WaitSo, there I am in my Ambulance helping a bloke who was actually quite ill, when all of a sudden the back doors fly open and some idiot decides to start berating me because I'm blocking the road.  Needless to say I am not pleased at this, not only because it is embarrassing for the patient, but also because of the sheer bloody cheek of the woman.  When I tell he (very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106996546853883771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106996546853883771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106996546853883771' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106983741872759163</id><published>2003-11-26T09:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-26T09:04:10.263Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SingleAlthough I do love my job dearly, there are of course a number of disadvantages.  At the moment I am a "relief" worker, which means although I have a main station, I can be sent anywhere in London to cover absences and holidays.  I also don't have a regular crewmate, and am essentially the whore of the L.A.S.So at the moment I am sitting on my backside at my main station with no-one to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106983741872759163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106983741872759163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106983741872759163' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106976504074246149</id><published>2003-11-25T12:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-25T12:57:51.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Retreat From The WorldWell...I've just got Star Wars Galaxies so I'm off to retreat from the world for a bit.  All I've got to do now is remember to eat...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106976504074246149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106976504074246149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106976504074246149' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106968941070929884</id><published>2003-11-24T15:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-24T15:57:20.593Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Frankly ShockingI'm just looking at some of the health information for the boroughs that I work in, and it makes for interesting reading.  Some of the highest infant mortality, Tuberculosis infection and teenage pregnancy rates.  Makes you glad to be a Londoner.  Look here for some the statistics in a nice graphic form (pdf).Oh and I love the way government documents talk about "rich and varied</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106968941070929884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106968941070929884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106968941070929884' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106967850523642725</id><published>2003-11-24T12:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-24T13:02:14.653Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He makes sense...This post from One Hand Clapping makes some real sense.  I don't agree with everything that Donald has to say but this recent post makes some real sense......Al Qaeda’s war is not only against the West; in fact, I say that they are not even principally fighting against the West. Their primary war is against other Muslims. What is at stake are lives, human freedom and the very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106967850523642725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106967850523642725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106967850523642725' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106967528216244105</id><published>2003-11-24T12:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-24T12:01:51.840Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In ThereI belong to a 3D on-line community called There.  It is a great place and I have a lot of friends there.  However...It is only open at certain hours of the day, and seeing as the servers are in America, these opening hours are not good for me in the U.K.  But I work shifts, so staying awake until 3am isn't a particular hardship for me.  Also since coming out of Beta testing there is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106967528216244105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106967528216244105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106967528216244105' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106962351540219357</id><published>2003-11-23T21:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-23T21:39:03.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pet Driving Hates Part 1There are lots of things that annoy me when I'm driving.  Perhaps the most annoying is people who park in disabled bays.  Only today I was shopping and while waiting for the shop doors to open I counted seven people parking in disabled bays.  Needless to say all of them looked hale and hearty to me, and lets face it I have seen too many sick people to be mistaken.What I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106962351540219357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106962351540219357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106962351540219357' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106951178902287812</id><published>2003-11-22T14:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-22T14:36:56.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BoredI'm not running around the woods in the rain shooting at people, instead I'm stuck indoors bored out of my skull.  At least The Amp is playing some decent music in it's "Olds cool" segments.I wouldn't care but I've got loads of stuff to do, but I just can't be bothered doing anything worthwhile on such a dull miserable day.Moan moan, whinge, whine...Perhaps I should start writing some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106951178902287812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106951178902287812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106951178902287812' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106944958689679005</id><published>2003-11-21T21:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-21T21:26:29.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Shooting People For MeBecause I still have explosive diarrhoea, and while bears may well "go" in the woods, I'd be just a bit embarrassed.  So the plan to mobile blog is off...while the plan to be within 10 yards of a toilet at all times is on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106944958689679005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106944958689679005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106944958689679005' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106944936307453871</id><published>2003-11-21T21:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-21T21:16:29.996Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>America to "discard" ConstitutionA recent interview with American General Tommy Franks has him stating that in the event of another Terrorist attack the U.S. would discard the Constitution.  Wouldn't this mean the Terrorists had won?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106944936307453871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106944936307453871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106944936307453871' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106940560073844526</id><published>2003-11-21T09:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-21T21:18:56.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blair forgets recent British history"Mr Bush is more used to such attacks. He experienced 9/11. But now the British prime minister was confronted with the reality that Britain, too, is in the front line. "...From the BBC Newsite...So we can ignore all those little Irish bombs that went off a few years back?  Actually come to think of it, why isn't Bush bombing Sinn Fein back to the stone age</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106940560073844526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106940560073844526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106940560073844526' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106940005991591473</id><published>2003-11-21T07:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-21T07:46:32.310Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The World May Get That Little Bit More DangerousThe Americans are planning a missile that could be fired from the East coast of American to hit "terrorist" bases in Europe.  The Falcon will travel 9000 miles in less that two hours showering death from above.  Even scarier are that it could carry Small Diameter Bombs or "other munitions".Wired seems in love with the technology, but doesn't see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106940005991591473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106940005991591473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106940005991591473' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106933934642966240</id><published>2003-11-20T14:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-20T14:42:51.686Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend PlansFrom tomorrow (Friday) I shall be playing airsoft in a bunker at Kelvedon Hatch.  Basically our group, The Fight School, hires the bunker out for a long weekend and we roleplay and shoot at each other like mad.  The games plot is loosely based around the Stargate SG-1 TV series, and we have a great deal of fun..The only problem is that the bunker is a giant Faraday Cage which means</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106933934642966240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106933934642966240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106933934642966240' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106922636230650848</id><published>2003-11-19T07:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-19T07:19:46.593Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sexy ScienceThere is a place in London called the Dana Centre where they show science for adults. They run live events like MRI scans of contortionists and collaborative experiments on memory.  If you are in London I'd recommend dropping in or getting a ticket from their web-site.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106922636230650848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106922636230650848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106922636230650848' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106922549019308403</id><published>2003-11-19T07:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-19T07:05:14.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bush Lands, Changes Tie QuicklyEither sloppy journalism, the worlds quickest tie change or one picture was faked, just look at the two pictures.I don't intend to rant and rave over what a threat to the world President Bush is...its all been done before by people much smarter than me.However I do approve of the Chasing Bush campaign.  Basically it is a list of place where Bush is going so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106922549019308403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106922549019308403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106922549019308403' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106918082296932549</id><published>2003-11-18T18:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-18T18:41:07.060Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SicknessI see a lot of sickness in my work, it kind of comes with the territory.  However despite being around highly infectious people for twelve hours of the day I don't get "sick" that often.  Sure I get the occasional cold, but I feel better by working it off.  In fact I pride myself on my sickness record.Except when I have "two bucket syndrome" (as a close friend of mine described it).  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106918082296932549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106918082296932549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106918082296932549' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106909818652138418</id><published>2003-11-17T19:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-17T19:43:29.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day One...(of Fourteen)Today was a weird one...Every patient I picked up was nice to me.Also you could make a case that they all had a good reason for calling an ambulance.  I don't know if this is a sign of the End Times or just something that happens every 1000 days, but it was a pleasant surprise.I was mainly picking up little old ladies with bad infections, or who had fallen on the floor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106909818652138418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106909818652138418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106909818652138418' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106899055494336351</id><published>2003-11-16T13:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-16T13:49:32.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Work EthicFrom tomorrow I'm going to be working early shifts until the end of the month, this means I have no excuse not to Blog.  So my plan is to write something for this Blog every day until the end of the month, that is 14 days of churning out something interesting.  If its not interesting then it'll be long...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106899055494336351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106899055494336351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106899055494336351' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106839845879712522</id><published>2003-11-09T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-09T17:20:56.546Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remembrance Sunday We can't repay what has been given.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106839845879712522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106839845879712522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106839845879712522' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106835588399341601</id><published>2003-11-09T06:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-09T17:22:43.200Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suicide and TeethTonight has been a funny night, possibly something to do with the Lunar eclipse.  In the first hours of the shift there were two people who I wanted to give a good slapping.The first was a woman who had overdosed on tablets and whiskey, when I first arrived she was crying and looked upset.  However, as soon as her (understandably) upset mother entered, the woman started </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106835588399341601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106835588399341601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106835588399341601' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106835553573575009</id><published>2003-11-09T05:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-09T05:25:33.470Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Payment PointI get called to a lot of RTA's (that is, for the uninformed "Road Traffic accident").  I'd say that 90% of these are diagnosed as "whiplash" (which is a muscular sprain of the neck - ultimately a minor injury that is treated with painkillers).I'd suggest that over half of these are in order to gain insurance money, in the trade we call this the "Payment Point", referring to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106835553573575009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106835553573575009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106835553573575009' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106817651132237149</id><published>2003-11-07T03:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-07T03:41:49.293Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not Fear, Not Hate But FrustrationI was visiting my brother and a couple of friends tonight and when I returned to my flats I saw someone had taken a crowbar to my garage door and had broken into it.  Luckily I was driving my car at the time and it wasn't stolen....Which is a first as this car has been stolen five times and even damaged "beyond economical repair" once.  In fact it's been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106817651132237149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106817651132237149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106817651132237149' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106800513665180807</id><published>2003-11-05T04:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-05T04:05:35.223Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Would People Even Think It?Sometimes I am astounded by the bloodymindedness of people, and sometimes by their stupidity.  Now I am astonished at their petty nastiness.I'm driving my "big-white-van-with-blue-flashing-lights-and-a-siren" to a 1 year old child with difficulty in breathing.  While passing a group of Asian youths on the pavement, one of them thinks that it would be a good idea</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106800513665180807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106800513665180807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106800513665180807' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106760384474348894</id><published>2003-10-31T12:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-31T12:37:23.453Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I Hate HumanityDolphin massacre turns sea blood red.Is it bad to hate people?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106760384474348894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106760384474348894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106760384474348894' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106759970971858796</id><published>2003-10-31T11:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-31T11:28:28.663Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Have Got To Be Kidding"Guess the transexual" is apparently where modern entertainment is at...  Either that of programmes where you "mix and match" two different types of people and then watch them break out into near violence in a Holiday Showdown.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106759970971858796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106759970971858796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106759970971858796' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106742930099483842</id><published>2003-10-29T12:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-29T12:08:20.360Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now For The Phone VoteSo it looks like Ian Duncan Smith is about to be voted out as Leader of the Tory party.  This means someone else will have to be chosen.  A suggestion for making the whole thing more interesting (God knows the Tories need something to create interest).Tory IdolTelevised, and voted for by the public, each prospective leader must perform a number of tasks, each week one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106742930099483842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106742930099483842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106742930099483842' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106742877177694519</id><published>2003-10-29T11:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-29T11:59:30.460Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Held Without TrialIt seems more and more each day that "terrorist" is the new name for "communist".  In this story "Terror suspects lose appeal" five men have been held without a trial since December.  Now this is the ones we know about.  Given what the Americans are doing with their "suspects" it goes goes to show how we love to follow the American lead.Still at least our prisoners are held </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106742877177694519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106742877177694519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106742877177694519' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106700933971259444</id><published>2003-10-24T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T16:28:59.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Really a Food Review?Have a look at this Food review site  particularly the "review" starting with "When my boyfriend told me".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106700933971259444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106700933971259444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106700933971259444' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106659761736209372</id><published>2003-10-19T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T22:07:12.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to talk to the Commision On Racial EqualityWhile trying to send my comment s on the recent "Targeting Benefit Fraud - We're on to you" campaign, I discover that the website has had a failure and the comments aren't being understood.Damn.I'd loved to have seen the answer to my comments...Hello,     Normally when the government provides advertising on benefits ("Take it...its yours" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106659761736209372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106659761736209372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106659761736209372' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106646910325238945</id><published>2003-10-18T10:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T10:25:33.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now With Added CrunchynessJust added a comments system from blogspeak might be interesting.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106646910325238945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106646910325238945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106646910325238945' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106570121971487342</id><published>2003-10-09T13:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T13:06:59.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Vatican Is Really Fucking StupidThe Vatican is telling Africans, Asians and South Americans that condoms don't stop HIV, and that some condoms are laced with HIV.  All because of some half-cocked idea that sex is bad.  I'd like to see them try telling people that here.  There is plenty of evidence that condoms help reduce the risk of HIV infection (CDC-Fact Sheet and USAID Global Health: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106570121971487342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106570121971487342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106570121971487342' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106566091570224891</id><published>2003-10-09T01:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T01:55:15.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another London BlogDiamond Geezer is a Blog I read regularly, it has lots of good crunchy stuff about living in London.  Recommended.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106566091570224891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106566091570224891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106566091570224891' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106566053878955769</id><published>2003-10-09T01:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T01:49:10.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And A Child Is Born...Just in from my late-shift and feeling more upbeat than normal, for tonight I delivered my first baby.  And yet I can still turn this happy event into a rant.Picture the scene, you are a midwife (this means you have a chip on your shoulder the size of the African debt), and a lady comes in to your maternity department in the first stages of labour.  Do you...(a) Say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106566053878955769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106566053878955769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106566053878955769' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106565010621018189</id><published>2003-10-08T22:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T13:21:14.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isn't Politics Supposed To Be SeriousARNULD has been elected.  As Warren Ellis reminds us, you get the government you ask for.Here is hoping that the British elections in around eighteen months are a bit less farcical. as Gary Turner points out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106565010621018189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106565010621018189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106565010621018189' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106543386016451716</id><published>2003-10-06T10:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T18:36:31.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Best Book Title EverHell Hath No Fury Like a Mate Shot in the Arse.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106543386016451716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106543386016451716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106543386016451716' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106525643111835336</id><published>2003-10-04T09:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T09:35:48.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I Have A Hole..."I have a hole in my head.  It started as a pimple somewhere just left of the crown of my head (or the Sagital Suture as I have been reliably informed by people knowledgeable in such things).  You know how it is, I just worried away at it, scratching and picking.  Even when it started bleeding I didn't stop, My knowledgeable friends have told be before that all bleeding stops </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106525643111835336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106525643111835336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106525643111835336' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106445198520688751</id><published>2003-09-25T02:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T02:06:25.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There ain't no paedos in AmericaSo, Microsoft has decided to remove all MSN Chatrooms in the UK.  This is supposedly to stop paedophiles from grooming and meeting children online.  But this is just in some places...For example in America you can join a Chat room with a credit card (Because children would never think to copy down their parents card details down).  In Canada and Japan (for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106445198520688751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106445198520688751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106445198520688751' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-10643171171230391</id><published>2003-09-23T12:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T12:38:36.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Note to selfAvoid peppering text with underlines and Bold properties, perhaps Italic wouldn't look so garish.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/10643171171230391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/10643171171230391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#10643171171230391' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106431700565602661</id><published>2003-09-23T12:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T12:36:45.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>13 Days Later...I went to a housewarming party this Saturday.  A mate of mine from where I used to work, who when we shared a house had a collection of toy robots, read Harry Potter books and wandered around in his boxer shorts, had bought a house in a new development with his heavily pregnant girlfriend.I got myself prepped by thinking of the attractive young women that I used to work with who</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106431700565602661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106431700565602661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106431700565602661' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106322096099803941</id><published>2003-09-10T20:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T20:09:21.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For want of a fuseIt has been revealed that the blackout that recently hit London was caused by some bright spark installing the wrong fuse.Remember we trust these people to run our society...Sleep well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106322096099803941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106322096099803941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106322096099803941' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106254457218735359</id><published>2003-09-03T00:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T00:17:13.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> VomitusVomitus is the technical term for the produce of vomiting.  I've just come back from a job transporting a drunk who we'd scraped up off the street (pretending to be asleep, but very quick to start trying to hit me).  In revenge for disturbing his pleasant nap in the middle of the street he decided to vomit all over the back of the ambulance.Now...some vomit can be caught in a sick bag, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106254457218735359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106254457218735359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106254457218735359' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106215606217295147</id><published>2003-08-29T12:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T12:21:02.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the lights all went outThey say that America leads the UK by a couple of months...looks like we are catching up time-wiseYesterday London was basically brought to a standstill by a 34 minute blackout.This is only going to increase as England is the worlds second biggest importer of electricity.  Has decided to stop making new power stations and will be phasing out the old run-down stations</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106215606217295147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106215606217295147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106215606217295147' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106215402044828326</id><published>2003-08-29T11:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T11:47:00.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looks like I was nearly right Turns out that I was nearly right about "Lapdance Island" in that it was a hoax for a new comedy/stitch-up programme called "The Pilot show".  More details here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106215402044828326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106215402044828326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106215402044828326' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106198347663295451</id><published>2003-08-27T12:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T12:24:36.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I went on holiday......I went on the same model of plane as this one.However mine didn't fly through a hailstorm.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106198347663295451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106198347663295451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106198347663295451' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106141176842765701</id><published>2003-08-20T21:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T21:36:08.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Lapdance IslandSo... There is a new Reality TV programme called Lapdance Island in which you have to live on an island with 40 lap-dancers, while being sure not to touch them, otherwise you lose.Now, I suspect that a lot of people will be complaining about how demeaning this is, how TV has sunk to new lows and that sort of thing.I have a different idea.  It's actually a bluff, the makers are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106141176842765701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106141176842765701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106141176842765701' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106138496168715554</id><published>2003-08-20T14:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T14:09:21.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>48 Hours Later...48 hours ago I was sunning myself on the beach, now I'm picking up drunks at 9:30 in the morning.  I love my job, at least its not raining.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106138496168715554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106138496168715554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106138496168715554' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106120588020938127</id><published>2003-08-18T12:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T12:26:27.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Twelve hours and countingThis is the second time I´m typing this as this strange Spanish computer ate the last 5 minutes work...BastardI´ve just been kicked out of the apartment as I leave for sunny England today, it is now midday and is the sort of weather that Mad-dogs and us English wander around in, while the much wiser natives tend to hide from the scorching rays of the sun.I now have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106120588020938127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106120588020938127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106120588020938127' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106106714958576214</id><published>2003-08-16T21:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T21:52:29.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Live from Gran CanariaSo I´m over halfway through my holiday, and I´ve not been missing the Internet too much (mainly because I´m distracted by the scantily clad women that populate this island).Instead I find myself typing on a Spanish keyboard, which has the keys in the wrong place and have weird symbols on them.  Never let it be said that travel doesn´t broaden the mind.It´s actually a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106106714958576214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106106714958576214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106106714958576214' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-106009217748161208</id><published>2003-08-05T15:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T15:02:57.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Witch-burning next?And on the seventh day Tony Blair created... (A rather frightening story about how Tony Blair wants religion to rule our lives)You know, Religion really proves the whole idea of consensual reality, If I went around telling everyone that an invisible supernatural being controlled my life, and provided a moral compass then most people wouldn't mind.If I told them an invisible </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106009217748161208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/106009217748161208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106009217748161208' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-105970021134035817</id><published>2003-08-01T02:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T02:15:18.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Alcoholics...Can all alcoholics please just get drunk in their houses and fall asleep there?  Why do you insist that you drink your Tennents Super in a public place where some do-gooder will think you are ill and call me out....Can you also have a bath once in a while?  I know it's nice to roll around in the road while drunk, but it'd be nice if you were at least a bit clean to start with..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105970021134035817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105970021134035817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105970021134035817' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-105969927404374857</id><published>2003-08-01T01:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T01:55:07.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apathy as a boon to Race relationsI should be a racist.  I work in one of the few places in the UK where "ethnic minorities" outnumber "native whites", where 212 languages are spoken, and where ethnic on ethnic violence is common every night.Yet I just can't bring myself to be racist.I'll turn up to a house in which nine people are living in a squalid two bedroom house, calling me to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105969927404374857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105969927404374857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105969927404374857' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-105935411639377720</id><published>2003-07-28T02:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T02:01:56.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some good newsMy brother has out of the goodness of his heart decided to go on holiday and take me along with him.  Now this is the first time I've had a holiday for about five years.So can someone explain what I do when I reach those golden beaches and sun-kissed seas?  I've seen those "Naked in Ibiza" type programmes on telly, and I'm afraid I'm just not the kind of man who wants to drink </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105935411639377720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105935411639377720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105935411639377720' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-105935385013794742</id><published>2003-07-28T01:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T01:57:30.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>InsomniaGod Damn I hate insomnia.No, not the film, but the whole "laying in bed staring at the ceiling knowing that you have to go to sleep so that when you go to work the next day you won't start killing people for breathing too loudly".It's one of the bugbears of shift work, how do you shift from Night shifts to Early morning shifts?  Well you "simply" stay awake after your last night shift,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105935385013794742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105935385013794742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105935385013794742' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-105903398194814048</id><published>2003-07-24T09:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T09:09:50.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A cunning planI have a plan...Every so often (when work shifts allow) I'll go and find something that really annoys me, and submerge myself in it.  Then Blog the results.  So coming up soon...The Tate Modern!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105903398194814048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105903398194814048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105903398194814048' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-105903299467413393</id><published>2003-07-24T08:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T09:09:18.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Bastard kidsI had a nice relaxing nightshift, picking up drunks from kebab shops (why they don't just pass out in their own homes I'll never understand) and making "Maternitaxi" runs across half of London for people who are not going to give birth within the next 16 hours.This means I've had a nice quiet night with no trouble, which means I get to go home with a skip in my step and a song in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105903299467413393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105903299467413393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105903299467413393' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-105903110081427965</id><published>2003-07-24T08:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T09:08:45.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Damnit!  Missed again...Nine hours later and the gits keep running out of the way too damn fast......like trying to swat flies.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105903110081427965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105903110081427965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105903110081427965' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-105899797864809883</id><published>2003-07-23T23:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T09:10:23.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Why won't they let me do this?Well, here is a moan about something that I am not allowed to do.  I'm not allowed to run people over in my job.  I could really clean the streets of a lot of stupid people if I was able to do that.  Picture the scene, there I am, driving through the streets of London in big white van, with blue flashing lights, sirens and the word Ambulance written in rather </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105899797864809883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105899797864809883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105899797864809883' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-105884452378429674</id><published>2003-07-22T04:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T09:10:04.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Why, oh why?   So why am I writing this?  I mean it's not as if I'm an American and this is "Therapy" for some form of undisclosed trauma.  I'm not a teenager (Thank The Gods!) so this isn't some cry for recognition of the hardships I'm going through.  I'm not an egomaniac because I know I can't write, can't spell and throw commas around like confetti...   ...So Why?...   ...Probably because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105884452378429674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105884452378429674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105884452378429674' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-105883510870589385</id><published>2003-07-22T01:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T04:30:20.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Warren EllisDie Puny Humans: "die puny humans", What can I say...Warren Ellis has a more optimistic view toward people than I do, but even so this is one of the better places that I visit to read things that make me grind my teeth in pure despair.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105883510870589385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105883510870589385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105883510870589385' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601982.post-105883309959112851</id><published>2003-07-22T01:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T04:39:47.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'll start off with a basic one, I hate spam.   Simple really, and hardly controversial, except that I live in England and really couldn't care less about showing "pride in my nation" by flying an American flag.  Nor do I really care to see "singles in my area" when my area isn't actually Wisconsin.   I started using the Internet many years ago...So many I can't remember, but it was with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105883309959112851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601982/posts/default/105883309959112851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wihh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105883309959112851' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447103380827122412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
