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    <title>I have written a book</title>
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    <summary type="text">Hi Hows it goin?
As regular readers will know I once set myself the challenge of writing
50 letters. I have now completed that challenge and I have compiled them
all into one handy place.
My first book!
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The book is called Fifty Envelopes and is available RIGHT NOW!
It's a proper book, with words and everything! I even put in a few
pictures!
It contains all fifty letters which I have written over the course of a
year plus any reply that was received. And chronicles some of the
adventures surrounding them, including my trip to Blackpool for Paul &amp;
Sonya's wedding. And all the incidents involving the Amusingly named
sandwich shop.Obviously some of the letters have already appeared in the
blog. But a hell of a lot of them haven't. Like the letter to the police.The
letter to a popular cereal companyThe letter I sent to my potential
future wife.And the greatest R.S.V.P. ever sent for a wedding.
All this and more. I've put a lot of work into this. I think you'll like
it. A massive thank you goes to Diana Leto who helped me design the cover
and put in hours and hours of work in the formatting of the book.Diana
you are a legend.
Fifty Envelopes is 172 pages long and only costs £5.99 (plus postage and
packaging), that's less than 4 pence a page!
The book is available for purchase online here!
You should go and buy it, cos its awesome. And I really need the money.
If you wrote a book I'd buy it. And that's a fact.
Once again my book is available HERE!
Click on that link and buy it. Do it now.
NOW!
Go on you know you want to.

Since some of the letters have already appeared on the blog already, I
didn't see the point in giving you a sneak preview. But since I am a nice
guy here is a look at the table of contents.


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Thats All For Now
Until Next Time
Have A Nice
Andy G
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    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hows it goin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As regular readers will know I once set myself the challenge of writing 50 letters. I have now completed that challenge and I have compiled them all into one handy place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My first book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSOVnJpA3yw/TH5NhzIeIkI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Bv1kuqOIqlg/s1600/50envelopescover.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSOVnJpA3yw/TH5NhzIeIkI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Bv1kuqOIqlg/s640/50envelopescover.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The book is called Fifty Envelopes and is available RIGHT NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's a proper book, with words and everything! I even put in a few pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It contains all fifty letters which I have written over the course of a year plus any reply that was received. And chronicles some of the adventures surrounding them, including my trip to Blackpool for Paul &amp;amp; Sonya's wedding. And all the incidents involving the Amusingly named sandwich shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Obviously some of the letters have already appeared in the blog. But a hell of a lot of them haven't. Like the letter to the police.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The letter to a popular cereal company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The letter I sent to my potential future wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And the greatest R.S.V.P. ever sent for a wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All this and more. I've put a lot of work into this. I think you'll like it. A massive thank you goes to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/dianaleto"&gt;Diana Leto&lt;/a&gt; who helped me design the cover and put in hours and hours of work in the formatting of the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Diana you are a legend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fifty Envelopes is 172 pages long and only costs £5.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(plus postage and packaging)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, that's less than 4 pence a page!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The book is available for purchase online&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/fifty-envelopes/12427491"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You should go and buy it, cos its awesome. And I really need the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you wrote a book I'd buy it. And that's a fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Once again my book is available&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/fifty-envelopes/12427491"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Click on that link and buy it. Do it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Go on you know you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Since some of the letters have already appeared on the blog already, I didn't see the point in giving you a sneak preview. But since I am a nice guy here is a look at the table of contents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thats All For Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Until Next Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Have A Nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Andy G&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    <category term="letter bobs big bus company Red Bull Envelope challenge mother tuckers Vincents my book"/>
    <published>2010-09-02T11:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2010-09-02T11:00:00Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Andy G</name>
    </author>
    <id>tag:blogs.aberdeencity.info,2006:tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662545675732840878.post-4363854784541433379</id>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>You Can’t Win</title>
    <link rel="alternate" href="http://lewisdryburgh.com/2010/09/02/you-cant-win/" type="text/html"/>
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      <div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">I worry constantly. I worry about what I say, what I type, what I do – I
spend my life terrified that someone might prove me wrong, or worse,
prove me wrong publicly. My inner monologue consists of so much
self-doubt that my brain constantly hurts.

I’m not stupid – I’ve got a good degree and a good job - but inside I’m a
nervous wreck. If I’m near a computer I’ll check everything I say and
everything I type. Online dictionaries, encyclopedias, news sites - every
possible source until I’m certain that I’m correct. When I’m away from a
PC, peace of mind is just a few short clicks away via my phone’s internet
browser. Even simple words and facts get double and triple checked. In
the past few days I’ve googled the dictionary definitions of ‘innocuous’,
‘default’ and ‘good egg’. Have a look at an excerpt from my Facebook page
last night.

You might think that I come across as calm and authoritative in this
exchange, but when Mark posted “You’ve not done your maths right” a part
of me nearly died. I started sweating and blushing. I felt sick. In the
minutes between my “Prove it” and Mark’s retraction I felt like I wanted
to burn down the entire world… and I was right! Can you imagine what
would happen to me if I was actually proven wrong?

But you will never prove me wrong, because by the time that I open my
mouth to speak, hover my cursor over ’Post’ or press my thumb against the
‘Send’ button – I am Right.</div>
    </summary>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I worry constantly.&amp;nbsp; I worry about what I say, what I type, what I do – I spend my life terrified that someone might prove me wrong, or worse, prove me wrong publicly.&amp;nbsp; My inner monologue&amp;nbsp;consists of&amp;nbsp;so much self-doubt that my brain constantly hurts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m not stupid – I’ve got a good degree and&amp;nbsp;a good&amp;nbsp;job -&amp;nbsp;but inside I’m a nervous wreck.&amp;nbsp; If I’m near a computer I’ll check &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; I say and &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; I type.&amp;nbsp; Online dictionaries, encyclopedias, news sites&amp;nbsp;- every possible source until I’m certain that I’m correct.&amp;nbsp; When I’m away from a PC, peace of mind is just a few short clicks away via my phone’s internet browser.&amp;nbsp; Even simple words and facts get double and triple checked.&amp;nbsp; In the past few days I’ve googled the dictionary definitions of ‘innocuous’, ‘default’ and ‘good egg’.&amp;nbsp; Have a look at&amp;nbsp;an excerpt from my&amp;nbsp;Facebook page last night.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lewisdryburgh.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/right.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lewisdryburgh.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/right.jpg?w=450&amp;amp;h=263" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You might think that I&amp;nbsp;come across&amp;nbsp;as calm and authoritative in this exchange,&amp;nbsp;but when Mark posted “You’ve not done your maths right”&amp;nbsp;a part of me&amp;nbsp;nearly died.&amp;nbsp; I started sweating and blushing.&amp;nbsp; I felt sick.&amp;nbsp; In the&amp;nbsp;minutes between my “Prove it” and Mark’s retraction I felt like I wanted to burn down the entire world… &lt;em&gt;and I was right&lt;/em&gt;!&amp;nbsp; Can you imagine what would happen to me if I was actually proven wrong?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But you will never prove me wrong, because by the time&amp;nbsp;that I open my mouth to speak,&amp;nbsp;hover my cursor over&amp;nbsp;’Post’ or&amp;nbsp;press&amp;nbsp;my thumb against the ‘Send’ button – I am Right.&lt;/p&gt;
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    <category term="words"/>
    <published>2010-09-02T09:37:25Z</published>
    <updated>2010-09-02T09:37:25Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>lewis dryburgh</name>
    </author>
    <id>tag:blogs.aberdeencity.info,2006:http://lewisdryburgh.com/?p=612</id>
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  <entry>
    <title>Local Natives - Wide Eyes</title>
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    <summary type="xhtml">
      <div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Local Natives - Wide Eyes:

“Could it ever be on earth as it is in heaven?”

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    </summary>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/2fea1IQDXMABCGce4H5dzZ"&gt;Local Natives - Wide Eyes&lt;/a&gt;:
&lt;p&gt;“Could it ever be on earth as it is in heaven?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LiamByrnestumblr/~4/o4c2mF1B5IU"&gt;</content>
    <published>2010-09-02T03:02:41+01:00</published>
    <updated>2010-09-02T03:02:41+01:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>nobody</name>
    </author>
    <id>tag:blogs.aberdeencity.info,2006:http://liambyrn.es/post/1051716100</id>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Assisted</title>
    <link rel="alternate" href="http://groaninjock.blogspot.com/2010/09/assisted.html" type="text/html"/>
    <summary type="xhtml">
      <div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Note to members of shop staff: if I approach the counter of your emporium
holding items and my debit card, this should be taken as a sign that I
have decided what to buy and am ready to pay.

I do not require several minutes of "jaunty" banter on the merits of my
purchases, nor on the weather or the quality of music on the radio.

Just let me pay for my stuff and leave.

Thank you.</div>
    </summary>
    <content type="text">Note to members of shop staff: if I approach the counter of your emporium holding items and my debit card, this should be taken as a sign that I have decided what to buy and am ready to pay.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I do not require several minutes of "jaunty" banter on the merits of my purchases, nor on the weather or the quality of music on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just let me pay for my stuff and leave.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img alt=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
    <category term="Shopping Idiots"/>
    <published>2010-09-01T17:56:00Z</published>
    <updated>2010-09-01T17:56:00Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Groanin' Jock</name>
    </author>
    <id>tag:blogs.aberdeencity.info,2006:tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33799918.post-6876552631308444058</id>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Things I have done this year and failed to blog: Part 1</title>
    <link rel="alternate" href="http://sarahinaberdeen.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-i-have-done-this-year-and-failed.html" type="text/html"/>
    <summary type="xhtml">
      <div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">May: SailingWe chartered a boat from Isle of Skye Yachts with his sister and a friend from his Day Skipper course.We had several plans in mind, but being wind dependant ended up choosing a circumnavigation of Mull. Our route was as follows:Ardvasar (Skye) - Rhum - Tobermory - Loch Spelve (Mull) - Iona - Bunessan (Mull) - Staffa - Treshnish - Coll - Eigg - Doune (Knoydart) - Ardvasar(Overnight</div>
    </summary>
    <content type="xhtml">
      <div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">May: SailingWe chartered a boat from Isle of Skye Yachts with his sister and a friend from his Day Skipper course.We had several plans in mind, but being wind dependant ended up choosing a circumnavigation of Mull. Our route was as follows:Ardvasar (Skye) - Rhum - Tobermory - Loch Spelve (Mull) - Iona - Bunessan (Mull) - Staffa - Treshnish - Coll - Eigg - Doune (Knoydart) - Ardvasar(Overnight</div>
    </content>
    <published>2010-09-01T14:20:00Z</published>
    <updated>2010-09-01T14:20:00Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Sarah</name>
    </author>
    <id>tag:blogs.aberdeencity.info,2006:tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796827.post-6215390634299750010</id>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>An Important Announcement</title>
    <link rel="alternate" href="http://theblogofandyg.blogspot.com/2010/09/important-announcement.html" type="text/html"/>
    <summary type="xhtml">
      <div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">[IMAGE]

Hi 
Hows it goin?
I have to make an announcement.An important announcement.But I'm not
going to make it now.This is just the advance warning.As regular readers
will know at the beginning of the year I set myself 10 Challenges.
Amongst these challenges were two super secret amazingly awesome
projects.
Super secret amazingly awesome project number one was meant to be a
surprise party for my mate Dr Kev, but due to various circumstances, (his
girlfriend told him) that was called off.
Over the past few months I have been working very hard on super secret
amazingly awesome project number two. And it is complete. What is my
super secret amazingly awesome project I hear you ask?
Well all will be revealed, tomorrow. 
At the crack of noon.
See you then.

Thats All For Now 
Until Next Time 
Have A Nice 
Andy G
If you want to get all the crap I write delivered straight to your inbox
then go to www.TheBlogOfAndyG.com and put your email address in the wee
box that says "subscribe."
If you subscribed already then you would already know what my important
announcement is, and it would have worked out better for you. Your loss.</div>
    </summary>
    <content type="html">&lt;div class="separator"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSOVnJpA3yw/TH1V6DqYIuI/AAAAAAAAAwg/fAL7v72DtHc/s1600/important-announcement.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KSOVnJpA3yw/TH1V6DqYIuI/AAAAAAAAAwg/fAL7v72DtHc/s400/important-announcement.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hows it goin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have to make an announcement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;An important announcement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But I'm not going to make it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is just the advance warning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As regular readers will know at the beginning of the year I set myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://theblogofandyg.blogspot.com/2009/12/resolutions-my-arse.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10 Challenges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Amongst these challenges were two super secret amazingly awesome projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Super secret amazingly awesome project number one was meant to be a surprise party for my mate &lt;a href="http://theblogofandyg.blogspot.com/2010/02/friendly-friday-dr-kev.html"&gt;Dr Kev&lt;/a&gt;, but due to various circumstances, (his &lt;a href="http://theblogofandyg.blogspot.com/2010/03/friendly-friday-alice_05.html"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/a&gt; told him) that was called off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Over the past few months I have been working very hard on super secret amazingly awesome project number two. And it is complete. What is my super secret amazingly awesome project I hear you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well all will be revealed, tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At the crack of noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;See you then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thats All For Now&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Until Next Time&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Have A Nice&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Andy G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you want to get all the crap I write delivered straight to your inbox then go to &lt;a href="http://www.TheBlogOfAndyG.com/"&gt;www.TheBlogOfAndyG.com&lt;/a&gt; and put your email address in the wee box that says "subscribe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you subscribed already then you would already know what my important announcement is, and it would have worked out better for you. Your loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img alt=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
    <category term="Alice Kev"/>
    <published>2010-09-01T11:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2010-09-01T11:00:00Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Andy G</name>
    </author>
    <id>tag:blogs.aberdeencity.info,2006:tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662545675732840878.post-8872177057397993829</id>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Inspiring September</title>
    <link rel="alternate" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NoLonger25/~3/mt5pAV6DPn4/inspiring-september.html" type="text/html"/>
    <summary type="xhtml">
      <div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">September is not exactly a common favourite month of the year. Summer is
fading, we get those first cold, wet days, days when we wake up to the
sound of the rain whipping against the window panes. The nights start to
draw in and everything seems to have lost its lustre. I’ve had to try
extra hard to find the positive aspects of this month, but it is
important to see that there is beauty and happiness around.

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September’s secrets

There’s beauty in every month

You just have to look

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I love the windy days of September and getting washing dried outside and
doing some clearing out ready for winter. This photo is from last
September at our rental flat.

image

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I remember this song from my summer at camp in the USA, at Camp Hoover,
after a summer in New Jersey it was time to head home to Scotland with
many new memories and friendships.

Mmm I want to linger, mmm a little longer, mmm a little longer here with
you.

It's such a peaceful night , it doesn't seem quite right, that this
should be our last with you.

And come September, I will remember, our campfire days and friendships
true,

And as the days go by, I'll think of you and sigh, this is goodnight and
not goodbye.

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I’m looking forward to windy walks along the beach this month, I love
beach walks on windy days when the fresh air is blown into you and gets
rid of all the cobwebs making you feel refreshed. Sometimes it’s even
warm enough for a paddle – this photo is from last September when my
parents came to visit.

P9060024

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Does anyone else remember this poem from school? It still comes to mind
sometimes when I’m trying to work out the date!

30 days hath September,
April, June and November,
All the rest have 31,
Excepting February alone.
Which only has but 28 days clear
And 29 in each leap year

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Other September Posts:

September Begins – Thoughts on what I was looking forward to last
September

Things I’ve Realised Recently – I started to reflect on recent events
last September

In September 2005 we visited Paris and created lots of great memories

image

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As the leaves begin to change,

Don’t mourn the summer rays.

Embrace the golden beauty,

Of the new September days.

P8310684_crop

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What does September have in store for you?

[Linking up to Jenn’s Sensational Haiku Wednesday at You Know… That Blog]

Our monthly newsletter goes out this week too, have you signed up for it?

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    </summary>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;September is not exactly a common favourite month of the year. Summer is fading, we get those first cold, wet days, days when we wake up to the sound of the rain whipping against the window panes. The nights start to draw in and everything seems to have lost its lustre. I’ve had to try extra hard to find the positive aspects of this month, but it is important to see that there is beauty and happiness around.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000FF"&gt;September’s secrets&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000FF"&gt;There’s beauty in every month&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0000FF"&gt;You just have to look&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love the windy days of September and getting washing dried outside and doing some clearing out ready for winter. This photo is from last September at our rental flat.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.jadedickinson.com/2009/09/windy-washing-day.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_pOS4k6akh8Y/THu9gQH1t2I/AAAAAAAABo0/dSb0-eq9vho/image6.png?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I remember this song from my summer at camp in the USA, at Camp Hoover, after a summer in New Jersey it was time to head home to Scotland with many new memories and friendships.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000FF" face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mmm I want to linger, mmm a little longer, mmm a little longer here with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000FF" face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's such a peaceful night , it doesn't seem quite right, that this should be our last with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000FF" face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And come September, I will remember, our campfire days and friendships true,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000FF" face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as the days go by, I'll think of you and sigh, this is goodnight and not goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;I’m looking forward to windy walks along the beach this month, I love beach walks on windy days when the fresh air is blown into you and gets rid of all the cobwebs making you feel refreshed. Sometimes it’s even warm enough for a paddle – this photo is from last September when my parents came to visit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_pOS4k6akh8Y/THu9hqW-JoI/AAAAAAAABo4/m2qtxhqun-g/s1600-h/P90600243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P9060024" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_pOS4k6akh8Y/THu9ieqRCXI/AAAAAAAABo8/vG2Znv2QdvM/P9060024_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Does anyone else remember this poem from school? It still comes to mind sometimes when I’m trying to work out the date!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000FF" face="Calibri"&gt;30 days hath September,&lt;br /&gt;
April, June and November,&lt;br /&gt;
All the rest have 31,&lt;br /&gt;
Excepting February alone.&lt;br /&gt;
Which only has but 28 days clear&lt;br /&gt;
And 29 in each leap year&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Other September Posts:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jadedickinson.com/2009/09/september-begins.html"&gt;September Begins&lt;/a&gt; – Thoughts on what I was looking forward to last September&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jadedickinson.com/2009/09/things-ive-realised-recently.html"&gt;Things I’ve Realised Recently&lt;/a&gt; – I started to reflect on recent events last September&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;In September 2005 we visited &lt;a href="http://www.jadedickinson.com/2010/02/my-monday-memory-paris.html"&gt;Paris&lt;/a&gt; and created lots of great memories&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jadedickinson.com/2010/02/my-monday-memory-paris.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_pOS4k6akh8Y/THu9lVlyFPI/AAAAAAAABpA/yEzziu16qzw/image12.png?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;As the leaves begin to change,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don’t mourn the summer rays.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Embrace the golden beauty,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Of the new September days.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_pOS4k6akh8Y/THz45HA56pI/AAAAAAAABsA/U776HcxOoOA/s1600-h/P8310684_crop3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="P8310684_crop" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_pOS4k6akh8Y/THz46svXegI/AAAAAAAABsE/3RNv2DgCjgo/P8310684_crop_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does September have in store for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;[Linking up to Jenn’s Sensational Haiku Wednesday at &lt;a href="http://youknowthatblog.com/"&gt;You Know… That Blog&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our monthly newsletter goes out this week too, have you &lt;a href="http://www.jadedickinson.com/p/newsletter.html"&gt;signed up&lt;/a&gt; for it?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img alt=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NoLonger25/~4/mt5pAV6DPn4"&gt;</content>
    <category term="Inspiration Poetry"/>
    <published>2010-09-01T06:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2010-09-01T06:00:00Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>JadeLD</name>
    </author>
    <id>tag:blogs.aberdeencity.info,2006:tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157130485968081553.post-9023740413475923662</id>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Schadenfreude for the day: Trucks running into a low bridge</title>
    <link rel="alternate" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiamByrnestumblr/~3/b4S_Rhrsy-s/1045552234" type="text/html"/>
    <summary type="xhtml">
      <div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Schadenfreude for the day: Trucks running into a low bridge:

There’s a railroad trestle in Durham, NC that is so low there’s a website
dedicated to showing us all the trucks that get into accidents there.

Now that, my friends, is putting the internet to…

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    </summary>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://twentytwowords.com/2010/08/30/schadenfreude-for-the-day-trucks-running-into-a-low-bridge/"&gt;Schadenfreude for the day: Trucks running into a low bridge&lt;/a&gt;:
&lt;p&gt;There’s a railroad trestle in Durham, NC that is so low there’s &lt;a href="http://11foot8.com/" target="_blank"&gt;a website dedicated to showing us all the trucks&lt;/a&gt; that get into accidents there.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;, my friends, is putting the internet to…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LiamByrnestumblr/~4/b4S_Rhrsy-s"&gt;</content>
    <published>2010-09-01T03:32:34+01:00</published>
    <updated>2010-09-01T03:32:34+01:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>nobody</name>
    </author>
    <id>tag:blogs.aberdeencity.info,2006:http://liambyrn.es/post/1045552234</id>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-8-29)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiamByrnestumblr/~3/gQSGTcaihro/1044333012" type="text/html"/>
    <summary type="text">My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-8-29):

  1. John Mayer (9)

  2. Jesus Culture (9)

  3. Mumford &amp; Sons (7)

  4. Yeasayer (5)

  5. Neil Young (3)

Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz

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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/user/byrnesyliam/charts?charttype=weekly&amp;amp;date_to=1283083200"&gt;My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-8-29)&lt;/a&gt;:
&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.last.fm/music/John+Mayer"&gt;John Mayer (9)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.last.fm/music/Jesus+Culture"&gt;Jesus Culture (9)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.last.fm/music/Mumford%2B%2526%2BSons"&gt;Mumford &amp;amp; Sons (7)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.last.fm/music/Yeasayer"&gt;Yeasayer (5)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.last.fm/music/Neil+Young"&gt;Neil Young (3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Imported from &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://joelaz.com/post/23488847/last-fm-tumblr-weekly-top-artists"&gt;Last.fm Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://joelaz.com"&gt;JoeLaz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LiamByrnestumblr/~4/gQSGTcaihro"&gt;</content>
    <published>2010-08-31T23:03:17+01:00</published>
    <updated>2010-08-31T23:03:17+01:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>nobody</name>
    </author>
    <id>tag:blogs.aberdeencity.info,2006:http://liambyrn.es/post/1044333012</id>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Keeping it interesting as a young preacher</title>
    <link rel="alternate" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LiamByrnestumblr/~3/XcrLWPheQ3w/1041874308" type="text/html"/>
    <summary type="xhtml">
      <div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Keeping it interesting as a young preacher:

Since University I have spoken quite a few times at churches on what we
are doing in South Africa, but only once been asked to give a bonafide
‘preach’. Pretty scary stuff, but these are some interesting insights I
read today:

  Hi! I’m Tom.: Keeping it interesting as a young preacher

  Some really great advice:

  Experienced preachers often get asked by young preachers to give them
  advice on their craft. How do I preach better? Should I preach
  longer? Or shorter? Should I use illustrations? Should I use a full
  script or just notes?

  Each preacher develops opinions on these…

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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://tomw.tumblr.com/post/1005505079/keeping-it-interesting-as-a-young-preacher"&gt;Keeping it interesting as a young preacher&lt;/a&gt;:
&lt;p&gt;Since University I have spoken quite a few times at churches on what we are doing in South Africa, but only once been asked to give a bonafide ‘preach’. Pretty scary stuff, but these are some interesting insights I read today:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hi! I’m Tom.: Keeping it interesting as a young preacher&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Some really great advice:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Experienced preachers often get asked by young preachers to give them advice on their craft. How do I preach better? Should I preach longer? Or shorter? Should I use illustrations? Should I use a full script or just notes?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Each preacher develops opinions on these…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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    <published>2010-08-31T11:59:44+01:00</published>
    <updated>2010-08-31T11:59:44+01:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>nobody</name>
    </author>
    <id>tag:blogs.aberdeencity.info,2006:http://liambyrn.es/post/1041874308</id>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Wonderful Readers and Writers: Melissa</title>
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      <div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Each month I pick a featured reader or writer who I admire. It can be
someone who writes inspirational posts, a reader who joins in the
discussion with engaging comments, someone I aspire to blog like, anyone
really who I feel like highlighting! This month I’m highlighting Melissa
at A Familiar Path.

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About A Familiar Path

A Familiar Path is one of the first blogs I read and followed, it’s so
easy to warm to Melissa; she has such a great sense of humour and honesty
in her blogging. On Melissa’s About Page she has written the following,
which I think sums up her blogging very well:

“Most days I can barely hear my own thoughts above the sound of kids
arguing, the baby crying at my ankles while I cook supper and the dogs
barking at the cat, but at night, I sit down here to write and all I can
remember are the sweet, simple moments of the day.”

“What I want to remember are these everyday, ordinary moments that when
strung together over days and seasons make up this all too familiar path.
So I put them down here. I write to preserve those moments.”

Some Great Posts

Some of my favourite posts include: 18 Months where Melissa lists the
things that she really wants to remember from right now, about her
beautiful daughter Tess. In a recent post, saying no Melissa explains why
she feels the need to say no sometimes to her kids but she also says yes
to other things:

“But, I say yes to a lot of things too. Yes to imagination, yes to
painting with watercolors in my kitchen, yes to pulling out the fabric
and creating whatever you want, yes to playing all day instead of school,
yes, to painting my fingernails 4 different colors.”

Recently Melissa has been recounting their Financial Journey, it’s a
really interesting and admirable story. On a less serious note I can
always rely on A Familiar Path for a place to laugh as well, my recent
favourite being Melissa’s first Bridal Shoot.

What great blogs would you recommend?

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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Each month I pick a featured reader or writer who I admire. It can be someone who writes inspirational posts, a reader who joins in the discussion with engaging comments, someone I aspire to blog like, anyone really who I feel like highlighting! This month I’m highlighting Melissa at &lt;a href="http://afamiliarpath.com/"&gt;A Familiar Path&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About A Familiar Path&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A Familiar Path is one of the first blogs I read and followed, it’s so easy to warm to Melissa; she has such a great sense of humour and honesty in her blogging. On Melissa’s About Page she has written the following, which I think sums up her blogging very well:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Most days I can barely hear my own thoughts above the sound of kids arguing, the baby crying at my ankles while I cook supper and the dogs barking at the cat, but at night, I sit down here to write and all I can remember are the sweet, simple moments of the day.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“What I want to remember are these everyday, ordinary moments that when strung together over days and seasons make up this all too familiar path. So I put them down here. I write to preserve those moments.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Great Posts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Some of my favourite posts include: &lt;a href="http://afamiliarpath.com/2010/07/18-months/"&gt;18 Months&lt;/a&gt; where Melissa lists the things that she really wants to remember from right now, about her beautiful daughter Tess. In a recent post, &lt;a href="http://afamiliarpath.com/2010/07/saying-no/"&gt;saying no&lt;/a&gt; Melissa explains why she feels the need to say no sometimes to her kids but she also says yes to other things:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“But, I say yes to a lot of things too. Yes to imagination, yes to painting with watercolors in my kitchen, yes to pulling out the fabric and creating whatever you want, yes to playing all day instead of school, yes, to painting my fingernails 4 different colors.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Recently Melissa has been recounting their &lt;a href="http://afamiliarpath.com/2010/02/our-financial-journey-the-baby-carriage/"&gt;Financial Journey&lt;/a&gt;, it’s a really interesting and admirable story. On a less serious note I can always rely on A Familiar Path for a place to laugh as well, my recent favourite being Melissa’s first &lt;a href="http://afamiliarpath.com/2010/04/my-first-bridal-shoot/"&gt;Bridal Shoot&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What great blogs would you recommend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <category term="Spotlight"/>
    <published>2010-08-31T06:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2010-08-31T06:00:00Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>JadeLD</name>
    </author>
    <id>tag:blogs.aberdeencity.info,2006:tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157130485968081553.post-1314195912137060066</id>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>No More Tapas (again)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" href="http://theblogofandyg.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-more-tapas-again.html" type="text/html"/>
    <summary type="text">Hi Hows it goin? My time at Tapas Towers has ended, for a second time. I
spent all of August back at my old employers in Edinburgh. I am now
knackered. It was the most I have ever worked, ever. It was the busiest
the restaurant has ever been since it opened.
For those of you who work in the restaurant industry, imagine the busiest
shift you've ever worked. Now double it. Now add 12. It was even busier
than that!
This temporary job could not have come at a better time. As regular
readers will know I have been broke for the better part of the past year.
This was four weeks full time work plus tips. I haven't come out that
much ahead as most of this cash went towards paying my rent and various
bills. But It's more than I would have made if I stayed in Aberdeen for
the summer. I must say a big thanks to my pal Ailsa who found me
somewhere to stay while I was down.[IMAGE]
This picture was taken about 4 minutes after she finished her shift. Yes
that glass of wine on the table was hers. A customer invited her to sit
down for a drink and she said it would be rude not to. Strange thing was
it was her anniversary. So while her man waited at home with a nice meal
ready for her. She sat down with some folk in the restaurant and had a
couple of glass's of vino.Tsk Tsk.
Some of the highlights of my last week in Tapas Towers included a guy
with a University of Aberdeen Credit Card, who's name was Robert Gordon.I
found this quite amusing.(Robert Gordons is the name of the other
university in Aberdeen)
When serving tapas if two people order the same dish most of the time the
kitchen will put them into a larger dish in order to save space on the
table. This conversation took place a few days ago.
Me: Hi folks I 've got both portions of Patatas Bravas in the one dish
here, so that's a double portion, alright?
Blonde Lady: Yes that's us.
Brunette Lady: Double portion?
Me: Yes we put both portions in the one dish in order to save space on
the table.
Brunette Lady: Can you send them back to the kitchen and spilt them into
two dishes please?
Blonde Lady: Don't be so stupid, we'll just share.
I think Blonde Lady may be one of my favourite ever customers. She said
exactly what I wanted to.
I also had a debate with a woman about whether or not we served Piri Piri
Prawns. She claimed to have had them last time she was in. I suggested
that it was probably the Gambas Pil Pil. (Hot roast peeled prawns with
olive oil, fresh chillies &amp; garlic.) She insisted that she ordered the
Piri Piri Prawns. I pointed out that Piri Piri was Portuguese and we were
a spanish restaurant. She said that's the same thing. I ordered her the
Gambas Pil Pil and never spoke to her again.
On Saturday night we had a table of 12 women. It was a birthday party for
a woman claiming to be forty but was clearly at least fifty. They brought
a birthday cake along and asked for it to be served after the main
course. When it came time to serve the cake one of the birthday girls
friends came over and asked if she could take it over saying, "I told
them I made it." I of course assumed she was joking. It was a generic
chocolate birthday cake from Marks and Spencers. No one would believe she
made it, unless they were a fucking mong.She took the cake over and the
birthday girl blew out the candles and then they asked for one of us to
cut up the cake and serve it to them. This was not exactly the most
convenient time as we were currently incredibly busy and more tables were
on the way, but they were insisting. So one of the waiters stopped
everything and cut up the cake and served it to them.
Some was left over and the birthday girls friend came up to me and asked
if I could keep it in the restaurant until tomorrow. I said that would be
no problem and that I would put it back in the box and leave it at the
front door for her to pick up tomorrow."Don't put it in the box." She
shouted "Why?""I told them I made it myself, just put it in some cling
film."I gave a little chuckle still under the impression that she was
joking. She was not.She really wanted me to wrap it in cling film so it
would look lie she made it herself. Her friends must be really stupid.While
this table was paying the bill and getting ready to leave I had to take
out another birthday cake. This was to a table right beside them, and
this birthday cake was pretty nice. It was in the shape of a hat with
guitars all over it. It looked amazing. The "forty" year olds table had
the bitchiest look I have ever seen. They had clearly been outdone.The
"forty" year olds table left a truly crappy tip. The bill was over £200
and they left about £2. Thats a fucking disgrace. I left her cake at the
front door for her to pick up the next day, I made sure that I left it IN
the box so everyone could see that she clearly went and spent £5 in marks
and spencers, and that she had NOT made it with her own two hands and she
was a dirty filthy liar! The girl with the good birthday cake also asked
me if she could leave what was left of her cake in the restaurant. I took
the cake downstairs but was worried that perhaps that someone might come
down and pick up the wrong cake. I came up with an ingenious labelling
system.[IMAGE][IMAGE]

On Sunday I got asked the stupidest question I have ever been asked. Not
just in a restaurant but in life. I had a table of seven, they were easy
enough to serve, and they had alright banter. Eventually it came time for
dessert, a couple of cheesecakes a chocolate mousse, a creme brulee and a
vanilla ice cream. I put them on the table and never thought any more
about it. Then a couple of minutes later one of them complained. This was
a genuine complaint I received from a real customer."Excuse me, my ice
cream is too cold.""I'm sorry, what?""My ice cream it's too cold, can it
be warmed up."
I swear on my life this is the exact conversation I had with this guy.
And he was clearly serious. This wasn't a joke.What a fucking moron!It's
called ICE cream, not cream.What a fucking idiot."Sorry sir, I can't do
much about that."He then looked quite disappointed and went into a little
sulk.A sulk?What the fuck?It's FUCKING ICE CREAM YOU FUCKING FOOL!!Next
time just order a jug of cream!Some of the people on his table found this
quite amusing but he clearly did not. What was I supposed to do?He wanted
warm ice cream.He's clearly a "special needs" individual.In his defence
he was only 7. But he's still an idiot!
The rest of Sunday went quite quickly, one of the waiters found something
which took his fancy. I think it suits him.[IMAGE]
And then Patricia and I decided to do a little something to entertain our
guests.


If you can't see the video above then stop reading this crap on facebook
and CLICK HEREI had a great month back at Tapas Towers and I am sure I'll
end up back their when I eventually get chucked out of school for having
very little talent.
Last time I left Tapas Towers I wrote a poem. This time I'm not gonna do
that. No offence. I just can't be arsed. I'm knackered. I'll get round to
doing something eventually. Promise.Thats All For Now
Until Next Time
Have A Nice
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    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hows it goin?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My time at Tapas Towers has ended, for a second time. I spent all of August back at my old employers in Edinburgh. I am now knackered. It was the most I have ever worked, ever. It was the busiest the restaurant has ever been since it opened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For those of you who work in the restaurant industry, imagine the busiest shift you've ever worked. Now double it. Now add 12. It was even busier than that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This temporary job could not have come at a better time. As regular readers will know I have been broke for the better part of the past year. This was four weeks full time work plus tips. I haven't come out that much ahead as most of this cash went towards paying my rent and various bills. But It's more than I would have made if I stayed in Aberdeen for the summer. I must say a big thanks to my pal Ailsa who found me somewhere to stay while I was down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSOVnJpA3yw/THvKsN53umI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/mA6oseedk5U/s1600/IMG_0563.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KSOVnJpA3yw/THvKsN53umI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/mA6oseedk5U/s400/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This picture was taken about 4 minutes after she finished her shift. Yes that glass of wine on the table was hers. A customer invited her to sit down for a drink and she said it would be rude not to. Strange thing was it was her anniversary. So while her man waited at home with a nice meal ready for her. She sat down with some folk in the restaurant and had a couple of glass's of vino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tsk Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Some of the highlights of my last week in Tapas Towers included a guy with a University of Aberdeen Credit Card, who's name was Robert Gordon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I found this quite amusing.(Robert Gordons is the name of the other university in Aberdeen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When serving tapas if two people order the same dish most of the time the kitchen will put them into a larger dish in order to save space on the table. &amp;nbsp;This conversation took place a few days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Me: Hi folks I 've got both portions of &amp;nbsp;Patatas Bravas in the one dish here, so that's a double portion, alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Blonde Lady: Yes that's us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Brunette Lady: Double portion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Me: Yes we put both portions in the one dish in order to save space on the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Brunette Lady: Can you send them back to the kitchen and spilt them into two dishes please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Blonde Lady: Don't be so stupid, we'll just share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think Blonde Lady may be one of my favourite ever customers. She said exactly what I wanted to. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I also had a debate with a woman about whether or not we served Piri Piri Prawns. She claimed to have had them last time she was in. I suggested that it was probably the Gambas Pil Pil. (Hot roast peeled prawns with olive oil, fresh chillies &amp;amp; garlic.) She insisted that she ordered the Piri Piri Prawns. I pointed out that Piri Piri was Portuguese and we were a spanish restaurant. She said that's the same thing. I ordered her the Gambas Pil Pil and never spoke to her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On Saturday night we had a table of 12 women. It was a birthday party for a woman claiming to be forty but was clearly at least fifty. They brought a birthday cake along and asked for it to be served after the main course. When it came time to serve the cake one of the birthday girls friends came over and asked if she could take it over saying, "I told them I made it." I of course assumed she was joking. It was a generic chocolate birthday cake from Marks and Spencers. No one would believe she made it, unless they were a fucking mong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She took the cake over and the birthday girl blew out the candles and then they asked for one of us to cut up the cake and serve it to them. This was not exactly the most convenient time as we were currently incredibly busy and more tables were on the way, but they were insisting. So one of the waiters stopped everything and cut up the cake and served it to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Some was left over and the birthday girls friend came up to me and asked if I could keep it in the restaurant until tomorrow. I said that would be no problem and that I would put it back in the box and leave it at the front door for her to pick up tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Don't put it in the box." She shouted&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"I told them I made it myself, just put it in some cling film."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I gave a little chuckle still under the impression that she was joking. She was not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She really wanted me to wrap it in cling film so it would look lie she made it herself. Her friends must be really stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;While this table was paying the bill and getting ready to leave I had to take out another birthday cake. This was to a table right beside them, and this birthday cake was pretty nice. It was in the shape of a hat with guitars all over it. It looked amazing. The "forty" year olds table had the bitchiest look I have ever seen. They had clearly been outdone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The "forty" year olds table left a truly crappy tip. The bill was over £200 and they left about £2. Thats a fucking disgrace. I left her cake at the front door for her to pick up the next day, I made sure that I left it IN the box so everyone could see that she clearly went and spent £5 in marks and spencers, and that she had NOT made it with her own two hands and she was a dirty filthy liar!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The girl with the good birthday cake also asked me if she could leave what was left of her cake in the restaurant. I took the cake downstairs but was worried that perhaps that someone might come down and pick up the wrong cake. I came up with an ingenious labelling system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On Sunday I got asked the stupidest question I have ever been asked. Not just in a restaurant but in life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I had a table of seven, they were easy enough to serve, and they had alright banter. Eventually it came time for dessert, a couple of cheesecakes a chocolate mousse, a creme brulee and a vanilla ice cream. I put them on the table and never thought any more about it. Then a couple of minutes later one of them complained. This was a genuine complaint I received from a real customer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Excuse me, my ice cream is too cold."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"I'm sorry, what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"My ice cream it's too cold, can it be warmed up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I swear on my life this is the exact conversation I had with this guy. And he was clearly serious. This wasn't a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What a fucking moron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's called ICE cream, not cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What a fucking idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Sorry sir, I can't do much about that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He then looked quite disappointed and went into a little sulk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A sulk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What the fuck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's FUCKING ICE CREAM YOU FUCKING FOOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Next time just order a jug of cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Some of the people on his table found this quite amusing but he clearly did not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What was I supposed to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He wanted warm ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He's clearly a "special needs" individual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In his defence he was only 7. But he's still an idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The rest of Sunday went quite quickly, one of the waiters found something which took his fancy. I think it suits him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And then Patricia and I decided to do a little something to entertain our guests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I had a great month back at Tapas Towers and I am sure I'll end up back their when I eventually get chucked out of school for having very little talent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblogofandyg.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-more-tapas.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Last time I left Tapas Towers I wrote a poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. This time I'm not gonna do that. No offence. I just can't be arsed. I'm knackered. I'll get round to doing something eventually. Promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thats All For Now&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    <published>2010-08-30T16:55:00Z</published>
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    <title>"Am I a Christian? Go and ask my enemy or the poor. They know if I am really a Christian or not."</title>
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      <div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">“Am I a Christian? Go and ask my enemy or the poor. They know if I am
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    <content type="text">“Am I a Christian? Go and ask my enemy or the poor. They know if I am really a Christian or not.””&lt;br /&gt;
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