<?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-15231635</id><updated>2012-01-28T05:21:09.298Z</updated><category term='english bull terrier'/><category term='job'/><category term='last day'/><category term='Life swap'/><category term='Lily'/><category term='Specs'/><category term='annoyed'/><category term='David Beckham'/><category term='London Trip...'/><category term='Idols'/><category term='busy'/><category term='glasses'/><category term='crap day'/><category term='snow'/><category term='Dog training'/><title type='text'>Ultrazonixe</title><subtitle type='html'>The not-so-secret diary, thoughts, and observations of a sugarpuff from Stoke-On-Trent...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</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>263</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-6831649390667274574</id><published>2008-03-31T21:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:06:33.239+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The bitch is back...</title><content type='html'>Just thought I would alert anyone that still reads this (cos I still get the odd page view) that my blog is:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phoenix2k.blog.co.uk/"&gt;www.phoenix2k.blog.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-6831649390667274574?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/6831649390667274574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=6831649390667274574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/6831649390667274574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/6831649390667274574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2008/03/bitch-is-back.html' title='The bitch is back...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-5114507745299261011</id><published>2007-03-10T06:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-16T01:24:49.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Say goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Its been a while since I wrote and this will be the last blog that I type here.. I like to cut things into sections of my life, I had my first blog when I was with my ex Adrian, and then had &lt;a href="http://www.phoenix2k.blogspot.com"&gt;Phoenix2k&lt;/a&gt; when I was in limbo and first with Rich.. This one revolved around the fun and frolics with myself, Richard, and newly found Lily Lee. Unfortunately, we have come to the end of this chapter and it is time to move on to the next. I did not want to post until I was 100% that it was going to be official, but me and Richard have officially gone our seperate ways. It was confirmed a while ago but we were both unsure whether or not there would be anything to salvage out of our two year relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was always quite amusing because although he would describe me as "loud and childish" and I would describe him as "toermenting and boring" but there was definitely something there that clicked and we ended up not only been partners, but becoming best friends. This made it all the harder to say goodbye when we realised that the partnership had gone and that we were living as mates. To give me my due, I bloody fought for a long while to try and get a sparkle back into the relationship, but it came to a point where I got past caring and when I spoke to Rich he felt the same.. Sounds awful that does but very true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Its a bloody strange feeling, I tell thee.. Having someone there 99% of the time and then taking them away all of a sudden is weird. Luckily for me, my family (take away last night!) and friend(s) (going out tonight!) have been rallying around keeping me busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was going to type that I had not yet shed a tear over all of this because I had come to terms with us not been together forever a long time ago. Unfortunately, after typing this, I now have.. Fucking puffs! Cant be with em, cant be without em! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Right, im going to fuck off now and do something to change my life... fish for Lochness or summink! (anyone know anyone that sells a &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; big net!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If anyone does want my new blog address when it comes to light, then please contact me on &lt;a href="mailto:adie.williams@googlemail.com"&gt;adie.williams@googlemail.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Byeeeee XxXxXxXxXxXxXxX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-5114507745299261011?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/5114507745299261011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=5114507745299261011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/5114507745299261011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/5114507745299261011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/03/say-goodbye.html' title='Say goodbye...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-2519539662451921847</id><published>2007-03-02T10:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:49:14.598Z</updated><title type='text'>New man..</title><content type='html'>I have a new man in my life and it is time to come out about it.  His name is Mika and I think he is absolutely wonderful. Granted that I have never met him and he does not know I exist, but I know that he is in love with me, he just is not aware of it yet.  Maybe I should send him an email and let him know.  Hmm...  I have bought his album and its the best album that I have purchased since the spice girls (oi! dont pull that face!) .. this brought on a decision and  I have vowed to buy any new song I want now instead of downloading it from the free download songs!  Ive also decided to start buying any albums I want in CD format as if your laptop goes bump then you lose everything if you use itunes and you cant re download it.. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The sad thing is that because I love Mikas music, I know that he is bound to fail... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Not much else to say at the moment!  :-(&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-2519539662451921847?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/2519539662451921847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=2519539662451921847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/2519539662451921847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/2519539662451921847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-man.html' title='New man..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-292467356289472434</id><published>2007-02-22T06:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-22T06:53:25.248Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Specs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english bull terrier'/><title type='text'>Doggy Specs??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My dogs nose is getting bigger by the day. We now think she has quite a bit of English Bull terrier in her (shame..) I was looking at her a couple of days back and I am convinced that a pair of nice doggy spectacles would suit her. She squints a lot too... Just a random thought.. Does any1 know if you can get a doggies eyes tested.. and if so does anyone know of a retailer for CK specs for her?! xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-292467356289472434?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/292467356289472434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=292467356289472434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/292467356289472434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/292467356289472434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/02/doggy-specs.html' title='Doggy Specs??'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-6929363330749713019</id><published>2007-02-21T21:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-22T06:27:03.713Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life swap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Beckham'/><title type='text'>Who would you be??</title><content type='html'>If you could be anyone in the world, who would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first suggestion I came up with was David Beckham, but if the game that I am thinking of means that you really have to take his life over completely, would I really want to deal with a wife and 3 kids?? Answer:- After locking myself in a room and doing wild and wonderous things to myself, I would rather have someone stick a cactus up my cake hole than go back to reality with a missus and pack of spuds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to live in the life of someone, I guess they would have to be either gay or have the potential to come out as big puffter... I would not want a wife nor children and not too much of a string of girlfriends as this may affect my coming out process. I would no older than 32 and I would need to be adored by at least 90% of the population. I would earn plenty of money and not have a history of drugs (there goes robbie) or violence (Colin Farrell is out) as these things always come back to haunt you in the media..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I could not think of anyones life that fitted the whole of the above criteria who it would be interesting to stand in the shoes of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what people like David Beckham worry about? I worry about going bald, about my wonky teeth, about my horrid dry skin that gets worse by the day, about piling on the pounds, about getting on to the property ladder, about been able to afford a nice holiday once a year, about whether people like me or not..... But what do you worry about when you have everything.. the looks, the wealth, the popularity? Thats another post altogether..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would appear that I have got too much time on my hands..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-6929363330749713019?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/6929363330749713019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=6929363330749713019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/6929363330749713019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/6929363330749713019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/02/who-would-you-be.html' title='Who would you be??'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-1006126216914771826</id><published>2007-02-20T07:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-20T07:53:27.286Z</updated><title type='text'>Break through..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We have had doggie deposits outside! Only wee so far but still very good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Im saving the fireworks for a poosie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;  xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-1006126216914771826?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/1006126216914771826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=1006126216914771826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/1006126216914771826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/1006126216914771826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/02/break-through.html' title='Break through..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-1232109762054437206</id><published>2007-02-17T06:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-17T06:48:47.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Charge me WHAT??</title><content type='html'>Princess poopy drawers (Christened Lilly and "Oi! Stop it..") has been slowly but surely eating her way through my phone charger. She finally reached her goal a couple of days back and every time Ive tried to charge my phone, it emits a high pitched "eeeeeeeee" noise. I was holding out for her having another nash at it and it sending her flying across the room but I figured that,  already have 17 cases open with the RSPCA, it may not been good to be known as a doggy serial killer.. so Tricky asked me if I wanted him to get a new one from a mobile shop across from his work yesterday.  "Yes" I said.  What I meant (and what he should have known, been my betrothed and the one who should know what I am thinking every minute of every day) was that if the price of it was anymore than £7.99 then not to bother as I had seen it cheaper online.  £15.00... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;£15.00!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is what it has ended up costing me.  I did a quick froogle on the chargers, just so I could have even more of a moan at him than I was going to in the first place, and found that I could have bought one for £2.99 with postage.  What a cold hard slap in the balls!!  To make matters worse, when he brought me the "should be gold plated" charger, it was not even a genuine Sony one! Insult to injury? Say no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now it is sitting here looking at me, I am not sure whether to:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.) Frame it.  (Would need big frame.. Will cost more money)&lt;br /&gt;B.) Buy a safe for it to go in. (Safe would take up room.. Will cost more money)&lt;br /&gt;C.) My final choice and by far the most sensible -  When I have guests, I will simply somehow encorporate it into a party piece thus making it worth the fifteen english pounds.... I now just need to google "1000 party tricks for mobile phone chargers.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This may be the closest I have come to divorce..;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-1232109762054437206?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/1232109762054437206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=1232109762054437206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/1232109762054437206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/1232109762054437206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/02/charge-me-what.html' title='Charge me WHAT??'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-8257454493513602054</id><published>2007-02-09T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:37:06.256Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Last day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I feel as though I have been violated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to post and say that my last day on the IT Support Centre at work was a nice quiet day where I didn’t do much work and just mingled with my colleagues and ate my way through a pile of cake and pastries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have had the worst week in IT to date and today rounded off a shitty week au perfecto.  I think every server in the network has been down at some point resulting in a different surprise for us on the helpdesk each time one dies! The snow has not helped matters at all as severe weather sent our email server down for half of the day.  The funny thing about it is that when the mail server came back up, I found that people had been emailing us telling us their email was not working….  These are the people I have to help on a daily basis… Say no more.. Where was I? Oh yeah, the snow…  If one more person walks past me singing “frosty the snowman” they are likely to get cream crackered!  I tried to relieve myself by looking to the future at my shift rota for IT operations and it only brought on more torment and harassment.  I appear to be on a 2pm-10pm shift and a 10pm-6am on the same week sometime in March. I have always volunteered overtime but either they have made a typo or two or they think Ill be bringing my sleeping bag!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I would refer to my little manual of stress had I not ripped the useless piece of rubbish up in temper… It asked me to.. wait for it.. try and find my peripheral vision (trying to find something that is impossible to find will calm me so they say..) I found that it tended to wind me up more as I could not find what they were wanting me to find and so added it to the list of “things I cannot do today”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ill see what happens next week. Ill be the one under the desk with fingers in my ears humming…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres to the weekend and all who sail in her! Yayyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-8257454493513602054?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/8257454493513602054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=8257454493513602054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/8257454493513602054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/8257454493513602054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-day.html' title='Last day..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-2126215094272152919</id><published>2007-02-07T19:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:02:07.841Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog training'/><title type='text'>Dowgie doings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just a random question.. How do I get my doggy to poo outside?  It took some time and a lot of treats to get her doing her business on the puppy mats and not on my carpet but I am now looking to take her skills to another level.   Every day, she is going for walkies and I am shoving her into every lamp post, tree, and fire hydrant that I come across, hoping that she will get the hint that she is meant to be following suit of the bigger doggies.  Oh, but she is a defiant bitch! She is managing to hold anything she has brewing in until we get back inside where she will run to her mat and pee, thus getting her a well deserved treat.  I could hold out on the treating when business is done inside on her mat but I do fear that then she will seek revenge and make a mess on my bed or somewhere equally distressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am holding out for the first wee or poosie done outside and carry with me at all times, a handful of treats (good girl!), a fragranced black bag, (remove any evidence)  and a party popper (Celebrate), but I fear that it could be later rather than sooner judging by the rate she is going…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-2126215094272152919?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/2126215094272152919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=2126215094272152919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/2126215094272152919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/2126215094272152919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/02/dowgie-doings.html' title='Dowgie doings..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-8587145408108703713</id><published>2007-02-06T21:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:24:23.532Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Have I mentioned that our shiny new offices at work have brand spanking new air conditioning.. No? Oh, well.. our shiny new offices at work? They have got brand spanking new air conditioning! So, Now you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;  Oh it is great though. I now work throughout the day and am neither hot, nor cold. I cannot complain of a chill nor a hot flush at any point during the day because trusty old Mr Con ensures I am top notch 24/7.  Dont get me wrong, It was good that I could no longer moan about the temperature in the office.. but it was bad in that, Well… I had not much else to moan about. (except the size of Cadburys crème eggs… They have sooooo shrunk since I were a lad!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;  Anyway, between a few of us at work, we have decided to throw a big fat spanner into the works. Since moving to the office featuring the really good but, as it turns out, not all that marvellous “air con”, my skin has resembled that of a snake (mid-shed..)  It is traumatising enough that I am a 22 year old that is rapidly losing his hair and has premature ageing brought on by thrashing sun beds through adolescence, without putting up with a skin condition on top of it all! At first I put it down to my rhino-like skin having got used to my L’oreal men expert cream but after trying various moisturisors/face peels/exfoliators/saunas/blow torches etc I am still having the same issues.  For the last two Saturdays, I have visited a sauna and my skin has been great for the rest of the weekend each week. I then go to work on a Monday, come home, go bed and wake up on the Tuesday morning and, minding my own business, look in the bathroom mirror to see something that looks like a character from night of the living dead staring back at me. Can you remember the glue at school that you used to peel off your hands?  Its like someone has painted my face in that during the night for a laugh and then ran off.. I am not entirely convinced that this person is not my betrothed invoking revenge for all the hassle I give him throughout the day.. I will be sleeping with one eye open....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So, Ive signed the petition..A petition for what, I dont know. It turns out that a lot more people are having skin irritations though.  What we expect work to do about it though, I know not.. I am not the one who holds the solutions but the one who creates the problems...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-8587145408108703713?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/8587145408108703713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=8587145408108703713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/8587145408108703713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/8587145408108703713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/02/have-i-mentioned-that-our-shiny-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-581712990215908907</id><published>2007-02-02T16:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-04T11:43:11.752Z</updated><title type='text'>Wat a day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RcXGxjDNg4I/AAAAAAAAACo/xSklni9l0bo/s1600-h/Maple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027643113553625986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RcXGxjDNg4I/AAAAAAAAACo/xSklni9l0bo/s320/Maple.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to an online game at the moment. Everyone seems to be raving about &lt;a href="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and suchlike. I agree that they are meant to be great games to play. Unfortunately, I get headaches with all these new 3D games if I play them too much…(I feel old saying that..) I prefer games from when I were a lad .. (Feeling older…Never thought I would say "when I were a lad…") &lt;a href="http://www.supermariosunshine.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Super Mario&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://hg101.classicgaming.gamespy.com/wonderboy/wonderboy.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wonder Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;…Back in the olden days….(Ok..…ENOUGH!!) Soooo, after searching for a &lt;a href="http://www.mmorpg.com/gamelist.cfm?gameId=0&amp;bhcp=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MMORPG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; game, I have found myself playing &lt;a href="http://www.nexon.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maple Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . Yes, it is predominantly for people aged 8-15 years… But it is *free* and it is actually a really good game! I say *free* because you have got the choice of upgrading your characters appearance in loads of different ways. These do not change the characters ability BUT it makes you look fab. I have paid to upgrade my character…several times…Its only a few pound each time. Unfortunately, I made him look a little bit like a &lt;a href="http://www.herfirstlesbiansex.com/s1/index.html?revid=5028&amp;amp;refer=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.co.uk%2Fsearch"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lesbian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so I then had to pay to change him. I will try to add a photo of what he looks like now I have changed him (a lil bit like a &lt;a href="http://web.swedevice.com/sistergeorge/gallery/GeorgesValentineParty/images/tranny.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lady boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so Im told) Yes, I know it is sad but when I have a bunch of 8 year olds kicking my ass, the least I can do is be wearing rare drabs when they do it! ..) People say a waste of money but its not bad when you consider you can spent 60 quid on a night out which only gives only a couple of hours of pleasure with a whacking &lt;a href="http://www.funnyhub.com/pictures/pages/cat-with-a-hangover.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hangover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the morning after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me.. I want a &lt;strike&gt;wee &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;a href="http://wii.nintendo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . They don't seem to be "3d"… Think they are still sold out but a couple of people at work had one and are raving about them.. Fun exercise.. I like the sound of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Im doing well on the diet.. I lost &lt;strike&gt;7 6 5 &lt;/strike&gt;4 pound yesterday according to the scales at work.. This caused for celebration.. I went the cinema and had a diet coke (forgot that im not meant to have ANY fizzies- slows your motabalism don't u know) with a &lt;strike&gt;small&lt;/strike&gt; medium popcorn with tricky.. I didn't eat half of it though.. (I ate ¾… ) I got home and had a &lt;strike&gt;small medium &lt;/strike&gt;large pizza with some &lt;strike&gt;healthy&lt;/strike&gt; chicken wings followed by &lt;strike&gt;a&lt;/strike&gt; two Cadburys cream eggs and a yorkie (they aren't for girls you know..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;f anyone walks past me today smelling remotely of food, there may be an ambush.. (the woman who smells of cabbage in the office close to mine better watch out!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, my herbalife milkshake is giving me evils…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have linked quite a few key words here and am going to from now on.... Have a click…Not for the faint hearted… ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quick question.. Does ANYONE know how to do the strike through on words without having to type the command &lt;strike&gt;before it and &lt;/strike&gt;after it?! Im sure there is a way but Ill be damned if I have a pretty icon that tells me!! :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-581712990215908907?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/581712990215908907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=581712990215908907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/581712990215908907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/581712990215908907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-addicted-to-online-game-at-moment.html' title='Wat a day!!'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RcXGxjDNg4I/AAAAAAAAACo/xSklni9l0bo/s72-c/Maple.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-6681639999164039843</id><published>2007-01-31T06:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T06:52:40.130Z</updated><title type='text'>Change of path..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ive started to read a few more blogs recently. I will, when I get time, put them into my favourite links so that you can all have a read. However, through reading a number I have found that:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A.) My english is terrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;B.) Im not funny (I know most could have told me this when I first started but realisation has just set in.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;C.) There is so much to blog about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have also noticed that there are so many people that post and then have to change their site due to someone finding the site who maybe shouldnt know about it. (probably someone they have bitched about for the last 18 months.) I did the same with my old site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phoenix2k.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.phoenix2k.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;. I really loved that blog, but after finding that someone was reading it and making not-so-nice comments, I moved it. Even when I started this blog, I started by naming someone who I was having a bit of difficulty with at work. (Im a slow learner.) Low and behold, I found about 9 months later that someone had given them access to my site. I spent what felt like a lifetime tracing through every line in my ramblings finding any references to the name and comments and altered them accordingly. Even though at the time I meant every word I typed, things had got marginley better with us by then and, contrary to popular belief, I wouldnt hurt anyones feelings for the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I cant bitch as much as I used to and certainly not about specific people or situations. This is because that although not many people visit on a daily basis, I know that there are a lot of people that have access if they are ever REALLY bored. This is good as it gives me chance to try and think of interesting and topical things to blog about. That is, when I havent got brain rot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you had not been able to tell, Im struggling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-6681639999164039843?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/6681639999164039843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=6681639999164039843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/6681639999164039843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/6681639999164039843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/01/change-of-path.html' title='Change of path..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-7564555467935634481</id><published>2007-01-30T06:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-30T06:53:39.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Herbalife...Day 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Im on the second day of my herbalife plan.  Seeing as all I had between 6am and 6pm yesterday was 2 milkshakes that tasted like shite, it filled my tummy more than I thought it would have done!  However, what noone told me was that I was going to be peeing flourescent green.  Dont get me wrong, I like it a spot of colour here and there but I usually like to keep it in the clothes I wear or the colour I paint my walls.  hey ho, I suppose it can be my party trick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;  Weigh in on week one was 11 stone 13 on the fat fighter scales at work. I will let all know how my first week goes on Friday.... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-7564555467935634481?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/7564555467935634481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=7564555467935634481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/7564555467935634481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/7564555467935634481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/01/herbalifeday-2.html' title='Herbalife...Day 2...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-3253984263848453560</id><published>2007-01-27T07:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:56:15.052Z</updated><title type='text'>Just testing something..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/claim/cxznr9zau6" rel="me"&gt;Technorati Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-3253984263848453560?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/3253984263848453560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=3253984263848453560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/3253984263848453560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/3253984263848453560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-testing-something.html' title='Just testing something..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-4709372674238763530</id><published>2007-01-27T06:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:05:44.679Z</updated><title type='text'>STOP WHINING!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I got bored at work this week and did a little experiment.  In my job role, I get calls logged for me and then have to ring out and sort a problem. The people I speak to are usually customers or a staff member throughout the network that are having issues with their IT hardware or software. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;  I asked every person that I spoke to how they were. Just something I would use to build up a bit of rapport.  When asked myself, I always just give a polite "I am fine thank you, how are you?" and stupidly thought that I would get the same back.  Yesterday I was dying (man flu, no less!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;) and I STILL told everyone that I spoke to that I was fine.  Why does that seem to be too much to ask of 90% of people out there.  I had everything from:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; "No." (what do you say to that?? "oh..*awkward silence*..Ermmm...")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; "I would be if this f**king system would work" ("oh right then.. ok...")  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; "Well yes.. BUT..." (*listening noises as they wah wah wah*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; "Well.. You know..." (no, I dont know.. but I have a feeling your going to tell me!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;  And unfortunately very few of the pleasant:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"I am great thank you.. AMAZING in fact!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; *Just for future reference? I dont really care how you are.  I dont know you from Adam and I am certain to never meet you. I ask because I am a nice person. I expect you to say you are fine.  I dont want to hear about your warts or your wife having an affair.  If you need the number to the samaritans then I am here but otherwise lets get on with the conversation!!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-4709372674238763530?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/4709372674238763530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=4709372674238763530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/4709372674238763530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/4709372674238763530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/01/stop-whining.html' title='STOP WHINING!!!!'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-3535462218642111147</id><published>2007-01-18T21:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-18T21:14:59.114Z</updated><title type='text'>Legs 11..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Got to keep it short but.. My daughter appears to have sprouted legs. When I say legs, they are no longer the stumpy things that were on her yesterday.. They are legs that would put a catwalk model to shame. Im not sure who put them there but if they could swap them back then I would be very grateful. I tried to pop her in my dressing gown this morning (see photo below) and nearly crippled her because I couldnt bend her trotters in... Im beginning to think that maybe she is not 100% chorkie.. (dont tell her as she will never know!) I have three choices now:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Practise my lumberjacking skills now for when she is the size of a giraffe so that I can heave her over my shoulder and carry her everywhere so that she can be treated like the "pocket sized" pooch that I wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Get a metal file and sand the buggers down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Pimp her out for modelling shows.. She would knock Kate Moss off the catwalk and make me millions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Flog her onwards to some unsuspecting person as an alsation... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Its only me that could pay £400.00 for a "designer dog" and end up with a frigging mixture of every breed available in doggy land! I shall call her a "wotshamacallit" and we will make millions off breeding them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-3535462218642111147?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/3535462218642111147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=3535462218642111147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/3535462218642111147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/3535462218642111147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/01/legs-11.html' title='Legs 11..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-1650164811605156502</id><published>2007-01-17T20:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:04:18.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Married couple...and what diet to follow??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/Ra6LtPbIdCI/AAAAAAAAACE/q5kzPS4dSpA/s1600-h/Booboos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021104243915387938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/Ra6LtPbIdCI/AAAAAAAAACE/q5kzPS4dSpA/s320/Booboos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This photo makes me laugh. We look just like an old married couple! I will have to get a photo of her in her snazzy new colar when I can! :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have a dilemma. Im not sure what diet to go on. I had the choice of the weightwatchers diet but it will never work.. I eat everything and say im incorporating it into my points. I then have a months worth of points in a week and say its ok because Ill spread them over the year and so on... So ive seen the Herbalife diet or the slim fast plan. Both are attractive for the same reason. I cannot fool myself into thinking im sticking to a diet when im not. If im only allowed to have a can of something then I cant really go wrong can I?! (of course I can!)  Slim fast worked once for me before but when looking online its become a bit more flexible by the looks of things.. You know the type of thing.. a snack here, a slim fast bar there... It could make it a little bit easier for me to cheat and I dont really want that because a snack of an apple will turn into a snack of chicken tikka massala!  I will be getting more info on herbalife tomorrow from one of the directors at work and she will also be letting me have a taste of it (ive heard its gross where as slim fasts are yummy!) Apparantly, herbalife is meant to improve everything from weight loss to skin condition to hair renewal! (OH YEAH BABY!! SOLD!!) Unfortunately though, it is just a little bit expensive so I will have to see just how much it could end costing me before making a decision! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Will keep you updated. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-1650164811605156502?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/1650164811605156502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=1650164811605156502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/1650164811605156502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/1650164811605156502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/01/fall-outand-what-diet-to-follow.html' title='Married couple...and what diet to follow??'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/Ra6LtPbIdCI/AAAAAAAAACE/q5kzPS4dSpA/s72-c/Booboos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-8927809092921289080</id><published>2007-01-16T20:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:30:07.209Z</updated><title type='text'>Lily in dressing gown pocket...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/Ra01ufbIdBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MfoUL_FVBLk/s1600-h/Lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020728232413525010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/Ra01ufbIdBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MfoUL_FVBLk/s320/Lily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-8927809092921289080?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/8927809092921289080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=8927809092921289080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/8927809092921289080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/8927809092921289080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/01/lily-in-dressing-gown-pocket.html' title='Lily in dressing gown pocket...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/Ra01ufbIdBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MfoUL_FVBLk/s72-c/Lily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-5651742079853949223</id><published>2007-01-16T20:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T09:59:25.226Z</updated><title type='text'>A little update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hi Guys and Gals!&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you have missed me as much as I have missed you! (That’s lots and lots, just in case you were wondering!) I cannot believe how quickly this year is going already. I go to Dominican Republic for my sisters wedding in only 5 months! I know that it sounds way off at the moment but time flies and I’m sure that in no time at all Ill be jetting off to lands far away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened this year that I haven’t even mentioned yet including:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) It was my 2 year anniversary with Richard on 9th January. We bought each other little presents and went for a lovely meal last week!)&lt;br /&gt;2.) We had a wedding to go to the other week with friends. They were on the front page in the local paper for having 7 best men! 7!! The greed of it! It was a good night though and I was suitably pished to say the least…However, I found out around bar closing time that I knew someone behind the bar and could have had free drinks all night! D’oh! Still managed to get four out of him though! :-D&lt;br /&gt;3.) Richard and I had baby Lily… ok.. I have mentioned this but the quiet, shy little girl has now transformed in to a super hyperactive mongalatron!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s official. I have stopped going to the gym. It never did much apart from:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.) Gave me an excuse to eat more on the nights that I did go.&lt;br /&gt;B.) Give me the right to say on any questionnaires that “gym” was a hobby of mine.&lt;br /&gt;C.) Empty my pocket 40 English pound a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill be glad to be rid of it... And so will my little fat legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diet has begun for the wedding abroad. I have about 10 pound to lose… this is so I can go away and eat like an animal! Think Ill probably panic around April-ish and scoot myself off to a concentration camp somewhere for a week or three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know whether I’ve stopped doing “things” but all of a sudden I seem to have much more surplus money than I did a few months ago. I used to have a little spreadsheet that gave me my spending power a month and I used to make sure that week in, week out, I would spend all that I had allocated on my chosen items... (Example: - 100 pound a month for a new clothing... Even if I was going nowhere, I would buy something just for the hell of it! £50.00 a week for a night out… If I didn’t go out Id blow it on ANYTHING!) But now I have stopped doing it, I am finding myself having a very small amount surplus a month. Not going to complain. It’s great! Just wonder how long it will last! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the sidekick went to Trentham Gardens today to get Lily some treats. Ended up with:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink leather collar (has I love you encrusted in genuine Swarovski crystal!)&lt;br /&gt;Pink lead for when she goes walkies&lt;br /&gt;Pink “little monster” hoodie so she can be a rebel when she a bit bigger... Doesn’t fit yet!&lt;br /&gt;2 cupcakes, a cream roll and an iced gingerbread… Imported from America made in a doggy bakery especially for doggies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was buzzing around the shop like a tasmanian devil while Rich looked on grudgingly… He stopped me when I suggested the bumble bee outfit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tut…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-5651742079853949223?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/5651742079853949223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=5651742079853949223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/5651742079853949223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/5651742079853949223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-update.html' title='A little update...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-8298377592647628251</id><published>2007-01-14T10:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-14T10:55:57.317Z</updated><title type='text'>Email to Pronuptia Stoke On Trent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good Morning,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to put into words how disappointed I was with one of your staff members yesterday, Saturday 13th January 2007. I had been shopping all day with my sister looking for a wedding dress for her big day in June. Me and my sister are about as close as a sister and brother can get and she wanted me with her to help choose that special dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every shop that we went in helped create a wedding illusion in their own way. Some offered us ribbons to pop over dresses that my sister fell in love with and others offered their much needed guidance on what kind of things would suit her. We had a brilliant day, much contributed by the humour and expertise of the dress specialists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at Pronuptia, straight away I got excited. Out of all of the shops we had visited, you appeared to have the largest selection and I started getting stuck in, searching through that special dress that would bring me to tears and make my sisters wedding complete. It was when I was looking at a dress through one end of the shop that I was abruptly told by an elderly blonde lady that there were changing rooms, and to sit down. When I say she was rude, I mean rude to the point of attracting the attention of others nearby (one other male looking through dresses nonetheless!) who commented on her behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things that I should point out at this stage:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I am gay, I have about as much interest in your bridal rumps as your elderly blonde fitter does.&lt;br /&gt;2.) I had no ideas that there were changing rooms BOTH sides of your shop and certainly did not see them when facing away from them looking through dresses.&lt;br /&gt;3.) At 22 years of age, to be scolded and made to feel like either a pervert or 10 year old (I cant quite figure out which one she was getting at) I am absolutely appalled.&lt;br /&gt;4.) There were other men in there, looking through dresses with their future brides/friends/SISTERS but perhaps because they were balding middle aged men, you thought them less of a threat to your brides??&lt;br /&gt;5.) Why I was told to sit down and not able to even look through the wedding dresses that were in the middle of the two ridiculously placed changing rooms is beyond me. Other men were dotted about the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, my sister told me to “stand up and help me look for gods sake” as I was trying to point out dresses from sitting down. I did do but by then we were all too fuming and humiliated to give your staff and shop the time of day. On our way out a lady was walking up the stairs and my sister, who was now so upset she was verging on tears, told her that they should close off the dressing rooms if you do not want men in there. We were told that they would make an exception for me but it was too late, the damage had been done. She thought that this was the lady who had told me to sit down (and be a good boy) but it was not. I apologise to this lady because she got the brunt of our anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many suggestions have gone through all of our minds as to why I was persecuted in this way right from the age I look (most say 24+ sadly..) right through to what I was wearing on the day. However, we come back to the same conclusion. Your sales assistant was the only one out of around 8 shops that we visited that gave us the attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is maybe silly how your staff and their rudeness very nearly ruined our day. But, to say that would be the understatement of the century. However, I want to point out that we did dare to go one more shop after we had been to Pronuptia. It is a shop in Newcastle called Confetti owned by twin ladies. We were offered an apology on entering because appointments should be made so that they could offer their undivided attention to us. However, they did tell us that we could browse and if an appointment was needed, we could make one. While my sister started looking for a dress, I was chatting away to them and they were telling me some background about themselves and their company. I felt at this point that a rapport had been built and virtually straight away we saw a beautiful dress. They had 3 different parties that were trying on outfits but they did tell us that my sister could try on a dress so that she could get an idea of what it would look like. During this time we were given undivided attention and she ended up trying on 2, 1 of which is perfect. We were offered more but we were pretty sure that the “chosen one” was unbeatable. My sisters friend, the maid of honour tried on 3 dresses. In all, we found a wedding dress, a maid of honour dress and a bridesmaid that we fell in love with. (I got the tears!!) They treated us all like one of the family and clearly knew what they were talking about. We are going shopping once again for the dresses through this week as we want to have covered every angle. However, unfortunately we will not be returning to Pronuptia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stress, and Im sure that my sister would agree that if we had seen the exact same dress at your shop with the attitude of the staff we encountered, I am pretty sure that my sister would have paid more for it from confetti purely based on the service that we experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you an idea, my sister was given a 3000 pound limit for her bridal outfit, not including bridesmaids or the maid of honour. This is now money that will not pass your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please pass on my comments to those concerned and remind your staff that you are there to make someones special day. Not break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindest Regards&lt;br /&gt;Adrian Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-8298377592647628251?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/8298377592647628251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=8298377592647628251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/8298377592647628251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/8298377592647628251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/01/pronuptia-stoke-on-trent.html' title='Email to Pronuptia Stoke On Trent'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-5402147122456738249</id><published>2007-01-10T22:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:50:38.600Z</updated><title type='text'>Problem solved!!</title><content type='html'>I dont know what I typed earlier.. I am pooking knackered.. Its this parenting business.. tiring me out!! Anyway, if I wah'd about Lily maybe not been a full cross breed constantly, then I finally found a chorkie that I think she will look like when shes older. Im 100% shes a real fake breed now! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chorkie.tripod.com/"&gt;http://chorkie.tripod.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-5402147122456738249?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/5402147122456738249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=5402147122456738249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/5402147122456738249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/5402147122456738249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/01/problem-solved.html' title='Problem solved!!'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-778705519577129547</id><published>2007-01-10T18:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:14:23.884Z</updated><title type='text'>What to say what to say..</title><content type='html'>I had so much that I wanted to waffle about today. I was going to amaze and astound you with my wit and humour.. and now im putting fingers to keys.. its gone.. I have nothing to say and no time to say it because im about to run out of battery on my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Took Lily for her first injection today. Vet said very possible she a chorkie but she looks like she could have a bit of jack russell in her.  She is worth £400.00 and more but if I could have got one of her for fre-ish from RSPCA then I aint going to be impressed... Bloody bloody bastards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And if she grows stilts, that is where the humour will end!!!&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-778705519577129547?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/778705519577129547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=778705519577129547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/778705519577129547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/778705519577129547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-to-say-what-to-say.html' title='What to say what to say..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-1157507398843110850</id><published>2007-01-08T15:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T15:43:52.945Z</updated><title type='text'>Awww..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RaJmsXvsksI/AAAAAAAAABs/xrDxj-91N0M/s1600-h/Lily2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017685847318500034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RaJmsXvsksI/AAAAAAAAABs/xrDxj-91N0M/s320/Lily2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-1157507398843110850?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/1157507398843110850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=1157507398843110850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/1157507398843110850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/1157507398843110850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/01/awww.html' title='Awww..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RaJmsXvsksI/AAAAAAAAABs/xrDxj-91N0M/s72-c/Lily2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-3094176066166198376</id><published>2007-01-08T08:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T09:12:10.484Z</updated><title type='text'>Staffordshire- January 8th 2007- The announcement of a baby girl…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RaIHEnvskrI/AAAAAAAAABg/dA8o8O1VpaI/s1600-h/Lilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017580710814061234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RaIHEnvskrI/AAAAAAAAABg/dA8o8O1VpaI/s320/Lilly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I would like to introduce everyone to Lily Rosey Swain-Williams (double barrelled because shes posh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a chorkie. We *hope* a yorky crossed with a chihauhua. I say hope because there is no proof and she is looking very tiny alsation crossed with tiny rotweiler-ish at the moment! Luckily she seems to have pulled the best features from the yorky and chihauhau breeds and has not got huge eyes or ears! She is very teeny tiny and absolutely gorgeous… It is however, becoming clear that she has her mummies nose and her daddies toilet habits. She cost us £400.00 and all of family are coping well… Her birth date was 3rd November 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has kept us awake all night with a bad tummy but is already semi toilet trained and tries to aim for her “pee-poo mat” wherever possible. I can honestly say that last night is the most honest day of parenting I have ever done! Reflecting this, if anyone comes within 100 metres vicinity today, prepare to be slaughtered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Christening to be announced..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above will also be posted on to my blog and into all reputable national press (none)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all and hope you like the piccie!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-3094176066166198376?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/3094176066166198376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=3094176066166198376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/3094176066166198376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/3094176066166198376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/01/staffordshire-january-8th-2007.html' title='Staffordshire- January 8th 2007- The announcement of a baby girl…'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RaIHEnvskrI/AAAAAAAAABg/dA8o8O1VpaI/s72-c/Lilly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-7787555455720182881</id><published>2007-01-02T19:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-02T19:28:28.308Z</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions..</title><content type='html'>I, A-Drain, hereby commit to the below new years resolutions:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lose 7 stone&lt;br /&gt;2. Spoil myself to at least 1 bottle of aftershave a week&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep with a different man every day of every week except on Sundays when Im at church&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to church at least once a week&lt;br /&gt;5. Grow my hair into pigtails&lt;br /&gt;6. Give up alcohol&lt;br /&gt;7. Win the jackpot on the lottery...(twice is a bonus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, theres as much chance in me sticking to the above as there would have been sticking to any other new years resolutions I set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year everyone... Hope you all had a good one. I had a great night. Didnt enjoy the singing but the disco was great. Take care and I promise to write soon xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-7787555455720182881?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/7787555455720182881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=7787555455720182881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/7787555455720182881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/7787555455720182881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-resolutions_02.html' title='New Years Resolutions..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-5081772084633746983</id><published>2006-12-30T13:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-30T13:39:18.398Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas photos :-) And Saddam :-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RZZpWBuYvYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6lOTPLh-1I0/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014311062264659330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RZZpWBuYvYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6lOTPLh-1I0/s320/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RZZpWhuYvZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H-l8Vw4TR-Q/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014311070854593938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RZZpWhuYvZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H-l8Vw4TR-Q/s320/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RZZpXxuYvaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4m886PpoLUk/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014311092329430434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RZZpXxuYvaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4m886PpoLUk/s320/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RZZpYRuYvbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/H6adQM91WAY/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014311100919365042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RZZpYRuYvbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/H6adQM91WAY/s320/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RZZpYhuYvcI/AAAAAAAAABE/nKCO-jskSc8/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014311105214332354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RZZpYhuYvcI/AAAAAAAAABE/nKCO-jskSc8/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thought that I would post some of my Christmas photos and have a bit of a rant... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Maybe I need to read a bit deeper into the whole scenario but the jist I get is that about 15 years + ago he was an extremely naughty man... Just a couple of things I would like to point out though if I may.. (course I can, whos goin to bloody stop me!?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of his crimes was a crime against humanity.. How fitting therefore to film his whole execution and take fucking photos! What a nice way to meet your maker. Probably about as in-humane as you can get in my opinion and it made me feel quite sick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Some are comparing what Saddam did to what Blair and Bush have done invading Iraq and killing thousands of innocent men women and children... I know there are reasons for them doing it and the idea is to free iraqis but so many people have died in the process, could they not be seen as murderers??  And Iraqi people who were so loyal to Sadam Hussein when he reigned are now partying in the streets because they had no choice but to obey his rules? Is that now just the same case with the US and UK?.. After all, they havent got much of a choice in the matter but to follow our ways when there are troops everywhere carrying guns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Im not right, I know im not right.. I know he probably got wot he deserved.. I just wanted to put another view forward. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Anyway, going to go now.. Need a power nap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-5081772084633746983?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/5081772084633746983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=5081772084633746983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/5081772084633746983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/5081772084633746983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-photos-and-saddam.html' title='Christmas photos :-) And Saddam :-('/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RZZpWBuYvYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6lOTPLh-1I0/s72-c/DSC00134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-5713928752015078427</id><published>2006-12-29T20:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:27:05.856Z</updated><title type='text'>Prospects and new years resolutions!</title><content type='html'>I have news! Makes a nice change to come here and do something other than have a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for it?! …..&lt;br /&gt;…………….&lt;br /&gt;………..&lt;br /&gt;…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have had a promotion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  From February (date to be confirmed) I will be an IT Operator with my company.  This will involve me moving to 24 hour shifts (Ouch!) but will also involve around a 15% pay rise (yay!) when my training has been completed (d’oh!)  and I wont have to work Saturday mornings anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have always been humbled that I managed to get promoted from customer services into a role within IT with no previous experience within the field. I am eternally grateful, even on bad days and I really do mean that. However, to be promoted within one year (official start date with IT was November 7th 2005)  is just absolutely amazing and I cannot stop smiling! I can honestly say I didn’t expect a promotion for at least a couple of more years but I fully intend on making the most of the opportunity that I have been given!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I have met people the opposite to me, who waltz in on their first day and make assumptions that because they passed an interview to get a job, they are with the company for life or until they choose to opt out. They are so busy planning their next step in the mission to become managing director that they don’t think to put any effort into the job they are employed to do.  They never seem to last long and its a shame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have made my first new years resolution and its quite a biggy one for me... when I get my rises (3 steps but final one we are looking around August time) Im going to look to start learning to drive…  Stay with me for my full list of new years resolutions!!! :-D&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-5713928752015078427?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/5713928752015078427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=5713928752015078427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/5713928752015078427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/5713928752015078427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/12/prospects-and-new-years-resolutions.html' title='Prospects and new years resolutions!'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-6702576348535561414</id><published>2006-12-28T08:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-28T08:42:19.819Z</updated><title type='text'>Spoilt rotten ...</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a while since I posted so apologies. I do hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas! I got spoilt rotten and Ive got to say that I was extremely surprised that I got so much. I must have been a good boy! Among other things, here is my list in some kind of order as how it was received:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Hot Choc Mug - From Danni and Matt secret santa on xmas eve&lt;br /&gt;Cupcake chocolates:- Friends&lt;br /&gt;3 bottles of aftershave - from friends (love my aftershave I do!)&lt;br /&gt;Bendy Keyboard- From friends&lt;br /&gt;Harrods Teddy bear:- from friends.. Gorgeous he is!&lt;br /&gt;£110.00 - Courtesy of daddy and mummy Julie (£90.00 now been spent on new toothbrush!)&lt;br /&gt;Lots of puzzle bits, games and pyjamas:- Daddy and julie&lt;br /&gt;Over the hedge- From daddy and mummy Julie&lt;br /&gt;Ice Age 2 - Thank you to mummy dear&lt;br /&gt;A couple of books:- Mum&lt;br /&gt;Jumper and t shirt - from mummy&lt;br /&gt;Framed photo of Jaya:- From Bev &amp;amp; Quin&lt;br /&gt;Bag of really nice Lindt sweeties:- Jaya&lt;br /&gt;New black leather bag- Mr and Mrs Swain&lt;br /&gt;Simple recipe book:- Mr and Mrs Swain&lt;br /&gt;Clinique skin care products- From Miss Swain and Uncle Dickie&lt;br /&gt;Wicked Book - From Rich&lt;br /&gt;A years subscription to FHM- How butch am I?! And yes, I asked for it off Richard!&lt;br /&gt;A Full circle black shirt - Richard ..&lt;br /&gt;Diesel T shirt:- Richard again....&lt;br /&gt;French connection jumper - Richard did very well!&lt;br /&gt;Puma trainers- Absolutely stunning trainers! Sneaking around in them so dont get them dirty!&lt;br /&gt;Huggzie!- I can put huggzies belly in the microwave and then he will keep me warm all night! Richard appreciates that Im a tight arse with the electric&lt;br /&gt;2 more bottles of aftershave:- Richard thinks I smell..&lt;br /&gt;Mcfly and hits CD:- Richard again!&lt;br /&gt;Ducky bath radio:- Richard likes to hear me sing in the bath.&lt;br /&gt;Pants and socks:- Very trendy.. Again from Richard&lt;br /&gt;l'oreal for men Moisturisor and eye stuff: with exfoliator- Richard thinks I look old&lt;br /&gt;Popolocrois for PSP:- From Richard and shut me up for most of boxing day!&lt;br /&gt;Police Necklace:- A bit of something I bought for someone but decided to keep for myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive probably forgotten quite a lot of bits and bobs and apologies if I have but I was really pleased with everything that I got and thank you to everyone!! I always seem to do well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, Now I just need to bring in the new year with a bang! :-P xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-6702576348535561414?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/6702576348535561414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=6702576348535561414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/6702576348535561414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/6702576348535561414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/12/spoilt-rotten.html' title='Spoilt rotten ...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-8034381807339067015</id><published>2006-12-24T17:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-24T17:20:28.864Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, its that time of year again.  Its time to prepare your tummies for the biggest meal of the year and to get lots (and lots) of pressies!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Merry Christmas Everyone&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XxxXxxXxxXxxXxxXxxXxxX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-8034381807339067015?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/8034381807339067015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=8034381807339067015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/8034381807339067015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/8034381807339067015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-5189107014532808883</id><published>2006-12-17T11:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T11:59:20.131Z</updated><title type='text'>Typical!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Last night I along with the rest of the nation, watched the final of the X Factor... I voted 5 times for Leona to win so was right chuffed when she was announced the queen of X factor!.. I like her THAT much that I have, for the first time ever, downloaded a song legally through the proper means.,, Ask me if the fucking thing will play!?  Go on.. ASK ME!! Will it fuck!! Thats my come uppance I reckon.. I have tried every type of media player upgrade there is going but some type of security upgrade wont let me run it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;  Oh well, ill just have to go out and buy the effing CD!! LOL!! xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-5189107014532808883?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/5189107014532808883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=5189107014532808883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/5189107014532808883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/5189107014532808883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/12/typical.html' title='Typical!'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-484947397291015322</id><published>2006-12-17T09:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T09:31:07.134Z</updated><title type='text'>My new jeans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I didnt really realise how strange I was sometimes until i told my workmates about my new jeans.  If I go and buy something and it is something that is meant to be nice for going out in then I insist on it not been a sale item, no matter what the cost. I just dont like the idea that its something that obviously either didnt sell well, or had been sat on shelves for months or is end of line product. Dont get me wrong, for knocking about in thats fine but when going out, its a no no! I spent around an hour and a half stomping around the town next to me looking for a pair of jeans that would fit the occasion of the Christmas do (the single most important doooo of the year..)  I finally found some lovely jeans that cost £120.00. Not as much as I would normally spend on jeans but I dont really care about price if I like summat.  So I get them to the check out and had the following conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shop man:- "Ill knock you 10% off these jeans mate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;me:- "Why? Are they in a sale that I havent seen?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shop man:- "no mate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me:- "why are u giving me 10% off then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shop man:- "because your nice and its christmas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me:- "well thank you, but are you telling me that if someone else walked in here and had exactly the same jeans, u would charge them the full £120.00 or would you be giving everyone 10% off these here jeans??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shop man:- "yes mate they would pay £120.00 unless they were a regular customer as yourself and I liked em"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me:- "cos i dont want a sales item you see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shop man:- "no mate. They are not a sales item mate. its a discretion thing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me:- "ok..... fankoooooo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;  The REALLY sad thing is, is that if he would have told me that the jeans I had been looking for all of my life were in a sale that was 10% off, I honestly think I would have put them back.  Strange? Stupid? Yep! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-484947397291015322?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/484947397291015322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=484947397291015322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/484947397291015322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/484947397291015322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-new-jeans.html' title='My new jeans...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-1915613269070769337</id><published>2006-12-16T17:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T17:38:24.814Z</updated><title type='text'>Hangover from hell..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RYQumhuYvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Xvdv9EUVKW4/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009179924965670242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RYQumhuYvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Xvdv9EUVKW4/s320/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RYQumxuYvXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/32rb_l0IhFQ/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009179929260637554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RYQumxuYvXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/32rb_l0IhFQ/s320/DSC00084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The christmas do did not disappoint! Best night out that Ive had with work! Was very drunken and dancing (oh the shame!) :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heres a couple of photos. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-1915613269070769337?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/1915613269070769337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=1915613269070769337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/1915613269070769337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/1915613269070769337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/12/hangover-from-hell.html' title='Hangover from hell..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0p_zd0Eolzo/RYQumhuYvWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Xvdv9EUVKW4/s72-c/DSC00079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-849016094497730381</id><published>2006-12-15T06:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-15T06:48:09.550Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It is works yearly Christmas party tonight. I have been for my fake tan and so now look like Lionel Richie (without the lips) and I will be gettig my hair cut after work tonight. I am then left to shave, pluck and moisturise within an inch of my life to ensure that I look the best that I can for the big night! I am still considering whether or not to buy another top/jeans/ for tonight as the ones I have at the moment are slightly "washed out" due to curry stains... all a drama!! Luckily mummy of the year Beverley Anne managed to rid of the mark.. I can still remember the time when she used to brag that she could neck a pint without taking a breath. Instead, now she brags that she can get "beetroot,curry stains and red wine" out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ANY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;piece of clothing! Bless her... Comes with having a bambino dont you know! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Anyway, better be off.. Wish me luck! xx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-849016094497730381?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/849016094497730381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=849016094497730381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/849016094497730381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/849016094497730381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-party.html' title='Christmas Party..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-723852792383969162</id><published>2006-12-13T07:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T07:38:48.109Z</updated><title type='text'>Summer in Winter?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ok, maybe the title is a bit of an overreaction, but the weather at the moment just does not feel like Christmas!  Its mild to say the least and yesterday I didnt even need a coat when I went outside for my lunch at work. Surely that is not normal for this time of year!?  I dont wanna have to put christmas forward a couple of months until we have a winter and it feels festive, but I think I may have to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;  After Trickies attempt at trying to make me classy for Christmas (black christmas tree with coordinated baubles and white lights dont you know!) I decided that it was just plain boring...Yes, I had a tree.. yes I had shitty white star lights in my window, but where was &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; Christmas?!  Fair enough that people like the understated white lights and dont like to go OTT etc and whatnot, but it aint me. Sooooo... Ive shoved another string of coloured ones in my window which look lovely with the ones currently in there and have coloured flashing outdoor ones that are illuminating the street as we speak! (oh, and plenty of tinsle and the good old decs are starting to line the living room and hallway courtesy of kazduck!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;  I am going to London for a course with work this Sunday. Decided to make the most of it as it is around Christmas time and am going to see the west end show "wicked." On  the last visit, the Lion King show was so shite so I feel I need to try again.  Wicked has great reviews and is meant to have spectacular effects. It also has Adam Garcia in it which didnt influence my decision one little bit..(although it would have done if I would have known he was in it when I first started reading up on it!) I wont complain if he happens to look into the audience and declare his undying love for me! Hes only human after all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;  Think all of my Christmas shopping is done.   I still havent received a couple of Richards but in worst case scenario, Ill go out and get them from a real shop when I am paid!  I feel like a bloody wedding coordinator when it has come to Richards presents this year. Noone knows what to get him so I have been the one telling everyone what he likes, what he doesnt like.. What to get him, what not to get him.  Last night my dad text me asking what he wanted... Bit late in the day to start asking when all the good ideas are gone aint it!!? I threw him a couple of suggestions and off he toddled.  Just hope that I havent duplicated any gifts! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;  I went to the gym last night and for the first time in months really worked my crackers off! I had rashes all up my arms from where Id been rowing.. I even saw veins!!!  Its given me the bug again though so Im going to go again tonight and with any luck it will make me 3 stone lighter for my Christmas "do" this Friday night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;  It is starting to become official that I am receeding.  I am not too impressed to say the least as it feels like I am going through a mid life crisis about 15 years early.  I am washing my hair and am pulling out clumps.  I am joking about it to everyone but deep down am actually quite traumatised. There is nothing worse than someone who is going bald who tries to cover it up and whisp their hair this way and that way to cover up what everyone can see happening anyway. When I suggest getting my hair shaved to Richard, he just gives me the "err no.."  answer...  How long before I do though? Think it will just happen when I go to the hair dressers one day... Hmmm.... :-S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Im going to go off now to dream of a white Christmas.. Its certainly about as close as we are going to get this year by the looks of things! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Take care and keep reading! xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-723852792383969162?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/723852792383969162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=723852792383969162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/723852792383969162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/723852792383969162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/12/summer-in-winter.html' title='Summer in Winter?!'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-2390466286560254499</id><published>2006-12-05T12:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:45:55.561Z</updated><title type='text'>A worry or two..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sooo the last of my christmas items that I said were "on their way?"  No signs of them.. I have looked under my bed and in my wardrobe to check that Mr Posty had not been hiding pressies there again.... Have sent the companies who flogged me these goods emails chasing them... You know the type, "I know your busy this time of year... And can I say I REALLY love what you have done with your website... pretty please can I have my parcels that I have paid for in time for Christmas... no rush or anything...!!??" *CUNTS*  Have had no reply.. Is this me paying for bragging about my Christmas shopping been 90% complete?  Im sorry.. Ok? Now Santa better get on his fucking sleigh and get me the last of my presents or your gonna see a fairy kick some white bearded fat ass! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  Went to help Neil with the decorations for his house last night.  I succeeded in making it look as tacky as I wanted my house to be! Yayyyy!! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  My Laptop was pooly bad because someone sent it a big bad virus.. I managed to get it sorted now though! (when I say I, I kind of mean, I threw it at Neil crying and begged him to "fix ma baby!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Will update soon.. xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-2390466286560254499?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/2390466286560254499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=2390466286560254499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/2390466286560254499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/2390466286560254499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/12/worry-or-two.html' title='A worry or two..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-1684425283148928052</id><published>2006-12-01T21:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:34:47.962Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas shopping...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;While everyone else around this time of year, are running around like ants trying to sort out their Christmas shopping, I am very nearly finished.. I have got one parcel that needs to be delivered and just 2 people left to buy for who are proving a little harder than I had hoped... But all in all, I am rather impressed with how I have coped this year. I have paid attention from around August time to what people would like and I I started buying things at the beginning of November. While you lot are all fighting through the Christmas traffic and not been very Ho ho ho about it, I will be reclining in my chair with a cup of cocoa.. Relaxing..(that is, if I had a reclining chair or any cocoa to drink!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  Anything else I buy is a bonus now! Ha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  That is all xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-1684425283148928052?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/1684425283148928052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=1684425283148928052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/1684425283148928052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/1684425283148928052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas shopping...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-8741974319929111470</id><published>2006-11-23T08:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-23T08:09:52.067Z</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant women and insults..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Customer services have moved into the same building as us at work. You would think that I would be nipping down every few minutes for a good old chin wag with some old friends. Think again. I am doing everything to avoid them and I don’t know why! when I walk through their office, I feel as awkward as a gent in the womens underwear department at Ann Summers (though some of the men I know…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a few days back Im toddling through on the way to eat my dinner (diet was going well..) and a girl who I knew In customer services who is now heavily pregnant stops me to ask about an IT issue. Because I am me, I don’t tell her to fuck right off and log a call because I am on my lunch, I wander across and sort her problem. During this time, she asks me if I am content.. “funny question!” I think… “Yes” I reply. “Yeah” she replies “I can tell..”…. “PARDON!?” I think, but don’t say out loud because Im so polite… She must notice because she then goes on to say “well,,,just that you’ve put on quite a bit of weight and you used to go on sun beds and look after yourself when you worked in customer services…” (cue gasps from all of her workmates, none of whom I know..) “Oh Adrian doesn’t mind do you Adrian..” .. “YES I FUCKING DO!!” I think… but I don’t say because Im still been far too polite ..Instead, I say “Hehehe, noooo… NOOOOOO of course not!!” She goes on to dig a couple more holes in my grave and the only thing I can manage is “ I do have a t shirt on under my shirt that may make me look a bit bigger…” and “So, when is your baby due?” she replies “In 2 weeks..” I say “feels like you have been pregnant for years” in an *attempt* to tell her that she has looked like a fat shite for as long as I can remember. I want to tell her that her baby will be ugly… I want to tell her that if she didn’t have the equivalent to a large beach ball attached to the front of her person, she would likely have got a kicking by now.. But I dont.. Because Im nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk away with my tail between my legs and eat only half of my dinner because I am quite obviously the fattest person that has ever walked the earth. I spend 10 minutes of the lunch that I have left looking in a mirror and prodding myself in the face wondering where Ive gone wrong… I vow to never pay less than £20.00 for a hair cut again and to maintain a healthy eating plan until Im 8 stone.. I promise myself that I will go on the sun beds until im as shirivelled as joan Collins fanny as long as I have a tan…whatever it takes! Then, and only then do I think “How Fucking rude..” I go my sisters after work finishes and I polish off fish chips peas and gravy from the chippy… It makes me feel better. Before I start work the next day, I apply fake tan twice, pluck my eyebrows (manly) and wear one of my nicer more slim line shirts. I feel better, I look better. I see her and she calls me across. She apologises for saying what she said (not because she realises that she is a nice person and what she said to me was a bit below the belt, but because word has got back to her genuinely lovely mother who also works in my company and who has given her a "right telling off" for it...) She does more damage than good by trying to justify her comments and ends up again putting her huge swollen foot in it. (or at least I hope they are swollen with all that extra weight.. And her ankles… and her legs.. and her face!) Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I hardly ever spoke to this girl when I was in customer services and I certainly haven’t since. The only things I know about her are as follows:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;She was brought up around this area and married a bloke with a lorra money...&lt;br /&gt;Her husband is quite a lot older than her, bald and ugly... (my opinion but its as valid as her opinion is it not?)&lt;br /&gt;She cannot spell and could not word a sentence to save her life (she used to log IT calls for us…)&lt;br /&gt;She works part time- As a hobby because she doesn’t *need* to (oh goody)&lt;br /&gt;She says what she thinks and has no tact (obviously)&lt;br /&gt;Since I worked in customer services, her teeth look like they have gone mouldy (but did I say it?? Whoah no!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;We could all say what we think if we wanted. But a lesson to us all. Be nice!!! Next time I go through customer services, Im going to be the one "action manning" it across the floor.. If they cant see me then they cant insult me… Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;This blog is not meant as I depressing blog and I dont really have anything against this girl.. She is always pleasant to me and I wish her luck with her little bambino... Im sure she didnt mean any harm anyway.. some people just say what they think without thinking dont they (ARSE.. u see?) I just find the whole string of events quite amusing and I hope you do too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;When you next see me out in town, Ill be the orange anorexic sitting in Toni and Guy drinking sparkling water and eating an apple... Wahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="_MailAutoSig"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-8741974319929111470?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/8741974319929111470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=8741974319929111470' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/8741974319929111470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/8741974319929111470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/11/customer-services-have-moved-into-same_9001.html' title='Pregnant women and insults..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-1921674607747119741</id><published>2006-11-22T18:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T18:19:33.373Z</updated><title type='text'>Anyone like the new layout??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tried to get a bit in the mood for christmas but when I put it all in red and green it just looked yacky so I settled on purple! Think its quite pretty and I also have my lil counter back again! Missed him I did.. Got a bit paranoid when I got a report through this week saying that I had had no visits! Rude!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;  Anyhoo.. Hope all is well.  Will try to do a proper post tomorrow... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lots of Love&lt;br /&gt;Santa x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-1921674607747119741?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/1921674607747119741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=1921674607747119741' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/1921674607747119741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/1921674607747119741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/11/anyone-like-new-layout.html' title='Anyone like the new layout??'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-760422930285039029</id><published>2006-11-20T19:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:40:30.412Z</updated><title type='text'>Problems.. And phones...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Apologies for lack of postings.. Blogger has gone over to a new site and unfortunately it is not letting me log in 90% of the time at the moment.. Wat a pain!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Had a lovely weekend... Went down to Jaseys and had one of Mrs Hunts famous sunday dinners... I swear they get bigger every time  I gobut every time I win battle and eat every last bite (and still manage to be able to walk..!!) Very nice they are though!!  Also went bingo at the weekend and won £50.00! Was well chuffed! Split it with my unlucky ornament sat with me (I say ornament because he got a line and didnt shout "eeere ya areee" or "hoooose" or "who ya daddy!!?" or anythin.. Just sat there.. like a lil.. ornament... LOL.. Genuinely a really good weekend though.. Very impressed! Oh  ANDDD watched the prestige.. Now not only has it got 2 middle aged very dishy men in but it also is an EXTREMELY good film... Dont click on Jaseys blog if u are planning on going to see it cos no doubt he will tell u the ending.. LOL x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;  Had a new phone and flogged the nokia N80 on ebay. Really pleased with my new phone. Tis Sony Ericsson K800i.  Bit less bulky but still a really good phone.. Think it may have to go in for repair as there is a dlight defect but if its not covered by warranty then its nothing too major anyway :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;  Had the busiest day EVER at work today! Extremely stressful as it was upgrade day and I didnt really want to work over so I worked extra hard and we managed to keep on top of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; What a very Wah-ee blog! xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-760422930285039029?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/760422930285039029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=760422930285039029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/760422930285039029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/760422930285039029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/11/problems-and-phones.html' title='Problems.. And phones...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-4879692420646887903</id><published>2006-11-15T09:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:24:42.211Z</updated><title type='text'>Some more London Photos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/1600/richieoneye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/320/richieoneye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/1600/greenman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/320/greenman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/1600/adiebreaky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/320/adiebreaky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/1600/bigben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/320/bigben.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/1600/vieweye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/320/vieweye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Here are some more photos of London - courtesy of Richard.  I especially liked the green man who tried to strangle me!  I also wanted to make a formal complaint about how when we got to Euston train station and the platform came up, people, LITERALLY started sprinting towards the train..I didnt understand, I heard noone fire a gun and there was certainly no numbers on anyones tops although admittedly there was probably every countries race in the world taking part.  I felt I had to power walk just to see what the drill was.. And when we got to the train, i still didnt understand until these ignorant foreign girls that could not quite decide whether they wanted to speak to each other in english or mababawian, (ok i dont think mababawian is a language but it certainly pissed me off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;) would not move out of their seat for a man and woman that had pre booked. I think if it was me, I would have pulled the little cocky bitch out of her seat (by her hair nonetheless)and thrown her down the effing train... I get nasty about things like that at times. Dont like young cocky girls..   As it was, it wasnt my seat she was in.. My seat was empty.. So I rushed for nothing.. :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;xxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-4879692420646887903?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/4879692420646887903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=4879692420646887903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/4879692420646887903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/4879692420646887903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-more-london-photos.html' title='Some more London Photos..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-6808190895174200476</id><published>2006-11-14T11:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T11:11:50.432Z</updated><title type='text'>Ratings and bingo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ive just had my weekly blog report through. Ratings are down by over 50%.  Ive had a good think about what I can do to improve them and have come up with the following:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Must be more interesting/funny/witty/charming (could I be any more?!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Must post more often instead of been unpredictable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Simple really isnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Going down to Leicester this weekend for a spot of bingo.. I really wanna flap ma bingo wings! "BINGOOOOO!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;  Back on the diet today... Why oh why can I not be one of those people that can eat their way through an indian buffet and then still have room for a maccy D's and not put on a pound!?! Why oh why oh whyy.... (oh why?) :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-6808190895174200476?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/6808190895174200476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=6808190895174200476' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/6808190895174200476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/6808190895174200476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/11/ratings-and-bingo.html' title='Ratings and bingo..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-3124317427975875525</id><published>2006-11-13T12:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:48:50.604Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London Trip...'/><title type='text'>London...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/1600/11112006045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/320/11112006045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/1600/11112006041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/320/11112006041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/1600/11112006040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/320/11112006040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/1600/11112006057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/320/11112006057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/1600/11112006050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/320/11112006050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/1600/11112006052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/320/11112006052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/1600/11112006056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2707/1859/320/11112006056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of Richards (27th) birthday present was a trip to London. We went on a champagne "flight" on the London Eye, to see the Lion King in Lyceum thatre and on a London Duck Tour (tour bus that goes around London and then down the Thames..)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  All in all a very enjoyable weekend and think Richard had a good birthday!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Diet been going well until this weekend but back on it today. I am hoping to lose some weight to make way for all the Christmas eating im going to be doing! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Started Christmas shopping online today...Going to be soooo poor by the time im finished! :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Think thats everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  My ratings are down folks.. Do keep coming back as I will update more! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-3124317427975875525?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/3124317427975875525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=3124317427975875525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/3124317427975875525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/3124317427975875525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/11/london.html' title='London...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-116279917464968171</id><published>2006-11-06T07:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:38.554Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;First week on my diet and Ive lost 4 pound.  I was on target to lose around 7 but when I went out drinking on Saturday night (A big GAY wedding nonetheless!) I think it put me off target a lil bit!  However, 4 pound is a good start and im now on the diet until Thursday night which is loads of time to lose a little bit more weight! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Saw Jason yesterday and we went 101 garden centres and an antiques fair (cos we is classy council scum dont u know...) ... What is it with garden centres.. Whenever you can not think of anywhere else to go its always a case of "ooh, A garden centre!"  I think ive dragged him up to a different one every time he has come up here! He has a very nice new car.. A blue citreon C3 convertible thingy ma bobby.  I turned the music riiiight up and had some right good dancey music on... And then Jasey changed it just as we were arriving on Tesco car park (packed with people)  to "girls aloud-I think we're alone now."  Ive never sunk so low in a seat in all of ma lil life!  Dont want em thinking im one of those dirty gays do I!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ive decided that I dont want to go to work this week. I think im just going to sit here all day vegetating.  If only :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-116279917464968171?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/116279917464968171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=116279917464968171' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116279917464968171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116279917464968171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-week-on-my-diet-and-ive-lost-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-116265509634493096</id><published>2006-11-04T15:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:38.481Z</updated><title type='text'>The most punchable child in Britain??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Im sure that EVERYONE will back me up when I say that he was!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/84477738610_0_ALB1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/84477738610_0_ALB1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-116265509634493096?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/116265509634493096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=116265509634493096' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116265509634493096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116265509634493096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/11/most-punchable-child-in-britain.html' title='The most punchable child in Britain??'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-116250362343978643</id><published>2006-11-02T21:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:38.408Z</updated><title type='text'>Ma 2 babies..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/01112006003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/01112006003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caught this photo of Jaya in the car yesterday and thought it was REALLY cute! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/Image000.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Big baby Tricky ..  Love this photo even tho he look like he catchin flies.. xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-116250362343978643?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/116250362343978643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=116250362343978643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116250362343978643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116250362343978643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/11/ma-2-babies.html' title='Ma 2 babies..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-116250297009415738</id><published>2006-11-02T19:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:38.320Z</updated><title type='text'>Slimming World...</title><content type='html'>oh yes guys and girls.. I intend on been slimmer or the year...month... week... oh ok, half-day!!  I have been on my diet now for 4 whole days and Ive stuck to it for four whole days.. I feel really bloated constantly and I dont think Ive ever eaten so much.. Apparantly its a case of eating the right stuff though and im doing that...  I was *gulp* 12 stone 2 on Monday after a heavy Indian take away the night before so I will report back as to what my weight stands at on Monday morning!  Im hoping to have lost at least 3 stone otherwise I will be having a curry on Monday night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-116250297009415738?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/116250297009415738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=116250297009415738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116250297009415738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116250297009415738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/11/slimming-world.html' title='Slimming World...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-116223478046984096</id><published>2006-10-30T18:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:38.252Z</updated><title type='text'>Trick or treat??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/Image008.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/200/Image008.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/Image009.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/200/Image009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Featuring:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian as a killer clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Richard as a ghoul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bev as lady vamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quinton as Freddy Kruger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Keith as Alice Cooper ... and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jaya as a little devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/Pic%28590%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/200/Pic%28590%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/200/Image007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/200/Image003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/Pic%28589%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/200/Pic%28593%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/Image002.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/Image002.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-116223478046984096?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/116223478046984096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=116223478046984096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116223478046984096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116223478046984096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or treat??'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-116193603823321313</id><published>2006-10-27T08:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:38.184Z</updated><title type='text'>Blogging and ex's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It has come to light on news etc that blogging is the new geek trend. What about those of us that have been doing this for years?! Do we not get some recognition.. go in a hall of shame somewhere?! If someone would have told me a couple of years ago that it was only geeks that did blogs then I would have given up a long time ago! Now, unfortunately, im addicted to telling you lot what goes on in my life! Consider yourselves my emotional tampons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I started my blog on February 2004.. Unfortunately if you try to access the original (and some would say the best one of my 3) you now get some chinese proverbs instead of my trials and tribulations...see for yourself... &lt;a href="http://www.ultrax.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.ultrax.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;. Its a shame really because over that period I was with my ex (also named Adrian) and in a whole different life in contrast to today... and if I remember rightly.. I was feeling pretty damn fat. I remember the last random entry that I read in it saying that I weighed 13 stone 5 and was not best pleased and I was going to get myself on a diet etc etc etc... Really should start that diet.. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Its funny how I spent nearly 4 years with Adrian my ex, and yet he doesnt enter into my thoughts hardly ever.. And now if he does, it is no longer a pleasant thought about someone stabbing him in the eye with a pen. I wonder if he is ok and if he's happy. I have seen him out and about a few times and of course he puts on the "oh Im amazing, im wonderful" graces which he always did.. But I just get curious.. Is he really happy? I genuinely hope that he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, enough reminissing... Its Pay day today! You know what that means?!?!...... Bills Bills .. Kin Bills!! :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-116193603823321313?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/116193603823321313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=116193603823321313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116193603823321313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116193603823321313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogging-and-exs.html' title='Blogging and ex&apos;s'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-116171267789523178</id><published>2006-10-24T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:38.113Z</updated><title type='text'>Halloween and birthdays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So it is the yearly piss up for Halloween this Saturday night at daddy and mummy Julies house. Unlike other years, we have got a fancy dress theme and so everyone is going to be dressed the the nastiest outfits that they can find… Among the people going that I know of we have got Alice Cooper, vampires and vampiresses, Freddy Kruger and I believe that even my baby neice Jaya will be going as a little devil (not that she has to dress up at times!)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   In true A-drain style, I have purchased a scary clown outfit for the occasion and for a last minute buy, it aint half bad!! Need a bit of eye make up for my peepers but that’s about it.  When you consider renting a horrible cheap worn in suit that doesn’t even fasten up properly (thinking back to the Womble outfit and all those safety pins!) costs £30.00, it came to a total of £45.00 and is an outfit that I can keep for life.. Hey, maybe Ill even go raving in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; Richards birthday is coming up and I have not got a clue what to buy him.. Among the ideas I have had are:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nasal strip silencer to quieten his roaring through the night (I mean snoring for anyone who didn’t read the last entry!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Stripy Jumper (because he hasn’t bought one for at least a week)&lt;br /&gt;  Bottle of vodka (because… *Apparantly* half the time he needs to be pissed to be with me?!) Shocking…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Will and Grace DVD (Series 4 episodes 4-8) because random DVD’s are always a good gift…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And finally the Piece de Resistance :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;  An adopt a vine certificate (only £29.99 and u get ur own vine to visit whenever you like!!)  Best gift ever surely?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmm… Back to the drawing board then??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-116171267789523178?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/116171267789523178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=116171267789523178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116171267789523178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116171267789523178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-and-birthdays.html' title='Halloween and birthdays...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-116112495844260072</id><published>2006-10-17T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:38.041Z</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzzzzz..... *snore snore snore snore*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  So Im lying in bed, dreaming a fantastic dream where Ive won the lottery and am driving around in a fantastic sports car with David Beckham at my side (Actually where I see myself in 10 years!)... When all of a sudden, the exhaust on the car blows... and when I say blows, I mean it REALLY starts making a damned racket....  and it gets so loud that it shakes me from my dream... and im faced with the stark and, quite frankly. downright RUDE reality... Is it David Beckham whispering in my ear and nibbling on my ear? Whoah no... Its the betrothed, mouth wide open, snoring his conkers off and dribbling over my pillow!  He asks if I ever think "Awww .. How sweet!" when been awoken from slumber by his roaring..... the answer is no.. Not at all... If I didnt think I would get jailed for murder then I would suffocate the bastard.. Unfortunately, there is no justice in the world nowadays! Maybe if I taped him before hand they would reduce the sentence to manslaughter...Somethin to think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-116112495844260072?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/116112495844260072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=116112495844260072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116112495844260072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116112495844260072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/10/zzzzzzzz-snore-snore-snore-snore.html' title='Zzzzzzzz..... *snore snore snore snore*'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-116093669105294098</id><published>2006-10-15T19:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:37.953Z</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home..</title><content type='html'>Well, we are back.. It seems only yesterday that we departed to Nice and now we are back to normal! It is really not on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We had a really really nice time.. Lots and lots of fun had by all and apart from a sminoff ice of pint of beer costing about 6 pound each, it was rather good. Luckily for us, we took lots of cash so were still able to get paraletic a few nights at them prices (Oh, and we bought lots of booze from the supermarket! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I now am aeroplane free until June next year! Cant even begin to tell everyone how overjoyed I am about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, better go, the sis in law and other half are coming around for a take away in a momento!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-116093669105294098?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/116093669105294098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=116093669105294098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116093669105294098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116093669105294098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/10/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-116056854743548321</id><published>2006-10-11T12:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:37.884Z</updated><title type='text'>Qdriqn Qnd Richqrd in Sunny Nice1:: One ,in:::</title><content type='html'>Fuckin Goddamn french keyboard.... I thought that the thai keyboards were hard to understand but these bad bois take the piss.  I feel ad if someone has chopped one of my arms off!!!!  Theyre totally out of order.. Cant even type my name without thinkin about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Having a lovely time in Nice.. Food is nice as long as you like Italian and the weather has been better than we had expected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Flight here was the best I have which is sure to mean that it will be a bastard on the way home!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Seems to be lots n lots of totty here... Many bois have been rated a 9 by both me and the wife... Dont think im in any severe danger of him running off with one of them just yet though! He will have to make his millions first!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So, until we get back, and before I throw this fucking keyboard acrtoss the room, we bid thee farewell!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  see you qll soon qnd re,e,ber to stqy sqfe qnd dont be q strqnger1 GRRRR11&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-116056854743548321?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/116056854743548321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=116056854743548321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116056854743548321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116056854743548321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/10/qdriqn-qnd-richqrd-in-sunny-nice1-one.html' title='Qdriqn Qnd Richqrd in Sunny Nice1:: One ,in:::'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-116029060619905772</id><published>2006-10-08T07:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:37.810Z</updated><title type='text'>D Day...  :-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I am going to Nice France in approx 5 hours time.. Now.. Will I have the balls to get onto the aeroplane?  Damn right I will but only because I will have Richard pointing a gun in my back. (DONT lower the tone!)   It better be bloody worth it! As most people know, I can whine my ass off like a bitch at times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dunno why I put myself through this.. I woke up at 4.30am because I was convinced it was thundering and lightning.... Keep checking out the window.. One sniff of it and Im going by boat.. Good question. WHY OH WHY CANT WE GO BY BOAT!!!??  I mean, its only France for fuck sake! At least if my boat sinks.. I have a fighting chance of swimming to shore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I SUPPOSE I better go and get ready now.... Have been prescribed some more tablets to try when on plane but only enough dosage for on the way there... Good old Doc Aunty Susan!  She has the best drugs in the land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Right I better rise (still not lowering the tone) and shine (whoah no)..   Am going to set myself a lil task for these flights.. Im going to make it the beginning of my holiday when I step on the plane.  Im going to give a girly giggle when the plane gets hit by lightning and throw my head back and roar with laughter as we plunge to our deaths...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  See ya.. Wouldnt wanna be ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOh, saw Jake yesterday,, He a very cool baby.., Ever so cute and got a right little personality on him! All family doing very very well.... father is severely overdue for a haircut, but due to unforseen circumstances, we will let it slide..  :-)&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-116029060619905772?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/116029060619905772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=116029060619905772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/116029060619905772'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/Jakemiddlefinger.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/Jakemiddlefinger.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115948040826897120?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115948040826897120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115948040826897120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115948040826897120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115948040826897120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/09/start-life-as-you-mean-to-go-on.html' title='Start life as you mean to go on...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115948015752750402</id><published>2006-09-28T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:37.670Z</updated><title type='text'>Peepo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/DSCF0425.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/DSCF0425.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115948015752750402?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115948015752750402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115948015752750402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115948015752750402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115948015752750402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/09/peepo.html' title='Peepo...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115939934284788510</id><published>2006-09-28T00:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:37.523Z</updated><title type='text'>New phone...</title><content type='html'>After sending my "not as fabulous as I thought but still wonderful" nokia N80 back to Nokia, they have finally sent me a brand spanking new one (except for battery.. Can tell because of where I damaged it trying to squeeze it out of the back of the phone..)  Rather chuffed  as my other one was lookin a lil worse for wear for its age.. I promise to look after this one.. (if it works...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Had a big falling out with one of Richards friends today... Think this ones gonna be a lasting feud but quite frankly Im past caring. It appears that since I have been in Richards life, shes looked for any excuse to fall out with me (unless of course she needed me around to decorate!) This time she really can go forth and fuck as far as Im concerned.    No more trying to make her like me.. Shes a hopeless cause. Sad thing was that I actually did like her.  One thing I will say though is that when I have something to say, I say it to someones face and Im so sick of her running to richard every time I try to confront her about something... If she can say things about me and be shitty with me then she could at least have decency to back her views up when I retaliate eh?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In other news, think poor don don is in hospital till Friday.. Couple of complications but mother and baby all doing well.... Looking forward to seein the lil guy! :-)&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115939934284788510?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115939934284788510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115939934284788510' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115939934284788510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115939934284788510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-phone.html' title='New phone...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115926804535776978</id><published>2006-09-26T11:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:37.449Z</updated><title type='text'>And the bubble bursts!!... So to speak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/22-08-06_2301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/22-08-06_2301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quickie (story of my life...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to donut and mr donut on birth of baby Jake this morning at 6.45am. After 3 days of labour, id say a job well done!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115926804535776978?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115926804535776978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115926804535776978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115926804535776978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115926804535776978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-bubble-bursts-so-to-speak.html' title='And the bubble bursts!!... So to speak...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115917561522602750</id><published>2006-09-25T09:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:37.372Z</updated><title type='text'>Fancy Dress?! Another effin Aeroplane... ' COFF!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ive heard a rumour.. It sprung from the customer services section and has hit almost every department.. This year for our Christmas party, there is talk of having fancy dress?!  I have enough difficulty around that time of year choosing an outfit as it is without throwing a fancy dress party into the equation!  A little bird tells me there is also a theme for this fancy dress... Barons and Baronesses?!?! Personally I reckon it is just an excuse to get people to dress better (We a bit common at ma company... women wore hotpants last year instead of evening gowns..)  Well, I will tell you this for nothing, I aint purchasing an expensive cloak and walking staff for love nor money! I will wear a black bin liner around ma neck, and carry a twig in my hand and they will be bloody grateful! And top hat?! Ill wear a fake burberry baseball cap! Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;  Not even sure Ill even be going this year. My Broad Bean has left for Birmingham (Richard? is that a cheer I hear?!) so I wont have anyone to sip cocktails (neck pints) with...  :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The time is almost nigh (again....) for me to go on an aeroplane (again.)  Have you noticed I dont mention that once I get there I will be in Nice France and will probably have a really good week long break. You know why I dont? Cos I aint thought about the actual holiday once.  Im just worrying about the flight. People have said all kinds of things to me to try and make me feel better but the fact of it is, is that Im getting very steadily worse.  Even though I have not yet died in a plane crash, I am convinced that this is how I am going to meet my maker.  For every good flight, my Fear of flying does not get better, but does not get worse. However, for every bad flight (so far have had 3).. im getting steadily worse which means that eventually im going to come to a halt and not be able to get on one of the things.  I fear that time may not be as far off as I thought...  And if there is even a sniff of a storm, u will have to sedate me to get on the bloody thing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;  xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115917561522602750?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115917561522602750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115917561522602750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115917561522602750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115917561522602750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/09/fancy-dress-another-effin-aeroplane.html' title='Fancy Dress?! Another effin Aeroplane... &apos; COFF!!!'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115882293491710538</id><published>2006-09-21T06:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:37.226Z</updated><title type='text'>Modern day inventions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;What would we do without our modern day gadgets? What are inventions of the Y2K that we now take for granted:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;My mobile phone&lt;/span&gt;:- I had my first mobile phone about 9 years ago. It was on a vodafone pay as you go tariff and you had to pay for "service days" as well as the calls. (equivalent of line rental) You got no freebies whatsoever with the tariff. Before that, I used the house phone or local phone box to ring everyone I needed to get in touch with. God help you if you rang a mobile though! Now I don't think twice about reaching into my pocket, wherever I am, and pulling out my 3.2 megapixel all singing all dancing camera phone, and texting (with my unlimited free texts) or calling a relative or friend (with my free minutes) to catch up with them. Its also handy if Im wanting to take a photo or video, cruise the internet or play a game.. My mobile phone is definitely my number one possession. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The Internet&lt;/span&gt;:- I have had access to the internet for around 10 years now. Im on there almost every day. Im on there now! I have done everything from chatting and blogging, to shopping and banking on the net. I think if someone said to me that I could never have access to it again, It would resemble the feeling of one losing a limb. It helps friends and families stay in touch for a very low cost even if they live half way around the world.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;IPOD&lt;/span&gt;:- Its hard to think back to when I used to attempt to go to the gym or walk to work sporting anything other than my trusty IPOD Nano. With tape players you had to make sure you had songs you loved otherwise it would take an eternity to skip from one to the next. When I had a CD player, I had to exercise with a "light air" about me so not as to make the CD Player jump (which it did often!.) Now, with one click of a button, I have the world of music (or world of cheese) at my beck and call and could do somersaults on a bouncy castle (not a nice vision I know) and have no change in the quality of sound! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;However, for all the good that the above has done, there are bad points too. Not that it will stop me or anyone else purchasing them but lets have a thought for below:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mobile Phones&lt;/span&gt;:- I found out that my dad was having an affair because I had access to his mobile phone and text messages. Mobiles have made it a lot easier for people to have out of hours relationships. Before mobile phones were invented, affairs were far from extinct, but how easy is it to ring someone when your partner is standing in the same room and tell them to "meet u by the grassy tree in 10 minutes..." See where Im coming from? Now, You leave the house, you ring your whore who also has a mobile, and you meet. If your not brave enough to ring, you can turn your phone on silent and send/receive text messages to/from whoever you want whenever you want to, simply slipping into the toilet whenever you need to read/reply. How often would you get questioned about going to the toilet!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;:- Not a hard one this. The internet, as well as mobile phones for some, is killing the ability to verbally socialise in a group with people.  Why phone someone or meet them when you can send an email or a text message. It comes to something when the only time you can make people laugh is when your typing. Among other things? Phoedophiles (I really dont know how to spell that..)  preying on young kids "my space" accounts, married men (it could be your father) cruising chat rooms for sex. Videos of The Taliban chopping peoples heads off, displayed on your computer when all you are searching for is a Britney Speares song, and online fraud/hacking and viruses that knacker your computer. You have to be so careful on there. Is this an issue? Yes! Have I been bit in the ass by the internet more than once? Yes! Will I get shot of the internet until it stops? Well...No...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;IPOD&lt;/span&gt;:- I met a friend a few months back that insisted on having their IPOD on in one ear whilst we were having a drink. Apart from pure ignorance when someone is trying to shout you across or have a conversation with you, I cant think of a lot of disadvantages of an IPOD. Except of course, if you don't look both ways, and then don't hear the car steaming towards you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Im sure that there have been a lot more inventions that have affected us much more but than the 3 I have mentioned but they are just some of the ones I can think of that have had a big impact on my life so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;  I cannot sit here and criticise any of them because I use the net and my mobile more than most and think I would die of boredom without my IPOD accompanying me to work. I just wonder sometimes, If we had never had them, would we have ever missed them? And would it have really been such a bad thing....?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115882293491710538?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115882293491710538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115882293491710538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115882293491710538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115882293491710538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/09/modern-day-inventions.html' title='Modern day inventions...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115864684905172079</id><published>2006-09-19T06:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:37.152Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I think I underestimate how much I like sleeping. When I am not at work, I am usually the first person to wake up and start prancing around the house clattering saucepans and singing at the top of my lungs, waking up anyone within a two mile radius of me and yet at the moment I feel like I could prop myself on a spike and sleep....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why is it possible for some people to sleep in until 3pm and for other poor bastards like me to be up with the cock-a-doodle-doo?! No cocky comments.. ;-)  .. This weekend Im going to try for a lie in.. 10am at the very earliest!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I have been informed by reliable sources that Miss Donuts due date for mini donut is tomorrow.  Next time I see her, she will probably have a bouncing baby boy or girl (Im sticking with boy).. Good luck Donut..May the force be with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115864684905172079?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115864684905172079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115864684905172079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115864684905172079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115864684905172079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/09/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115856119157210506</id><published>2006-09-18T07:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:37.075Z</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/Pic_553_.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/200/Pic_553_.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Among other photos, the lane that we were staying up... Nearest neighbours were around 15 min walk away! ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/Pic_537_.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/200/Pic_537_.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/Pic_540_.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/200/Pic_540_.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/Pic_548_.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/200/Pic_548_.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115856119157210506?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115856119157210506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115856119157210506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115856119157210506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115856119157210506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/09/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115855940243953368</id><published>2006-09-18T06:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:36.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As you know, I set myself some missions for Scotland... And I completed all of them!!! You dont believe me? Let me explain...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/Pic_537_.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* I &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/Pic_548_.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ate haggis! It was a battered one from a chip shop in Glasgow (pits) but it still counts and it was very nice indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I saw a man with a kilt on... AND I saw what was underneath... Let me explain... When we were driving through Glasgow (pits), there was a man with a big black bomber jacket on... and nothing else... Strange people... Strange place! So that was my view of what a Scot holds under his kilt (heave).. and as for the man in a kilt? I saw an advert for Beef on TV with a man in a kilt chopping wood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I may not have caught the "Loch ness monster" but lets say I had a beast of my own to tame.... Muahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* As for the spice girls song on the bagpipes.. I whistled "wannabe" at the top of my lungs and was told by the lovely MJ to "shut up, ya big bag 'o wind! Surely that counts?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have some photos.. they could be a lot better. There are alot more taken by Mr Peel and I was assured that they would be sitting in my mailbox, ready for me to upload... Bloody bastard... things people will say to get rid of me eh? For now, you will have to make do with the ones I took with my phone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I spent many a cuddle with a kitty named Jasper. You can see him in a photo on here.. (hes a ginger but shhh..) He is one of the nicest pussy cats ever. You pick him up, put him on his back and tickle his belly and he just lies there instead of running off like most kitties would... (He reminds me somewhat of myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I will update with some more photos when I get them.. xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115855940243953368?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115855940243953368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115855940243953368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115855940243953368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115855940243953368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/09/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission Accomplished...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115830493268100428</id><published>2006-09-15T06:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:36.679Z</updated><title type='text'>Och' iy ga noooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I go to Scotland tonight for a couple of nights. I have a few missions for my weekend away:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*  Try Haggis. I know the concept of it is wrong but it is something that I need to do before I die. (and seeing as I am still ill and dying, now is as good a time as any!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*  Spot a man in a kilt and ask him whats under it.. (If he lets me see then 100 bonus points)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*  Catch the Lochness monster (Note to self:-Remember to take net.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*  Play a rendition of a spice girls song on some bagpipes. (song TBA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am quite looking forward to going now altho not looking forward to the journey up there in my dying state!  I shall try and take some photos for you all and will add them when I get back.. Until then... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115830493268100428?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115830493268100428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115830493268100428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115830493268100428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115830493268100428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/09/och-iy-ga-noooo.html' title='Och&apos; iy ga noooo!'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115826071959939543</id><published>2006-09-14T18:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:36.607Z</updated><title type='text'>The dreaded lurgy...and over 500 views!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am ill.. When I say ill.. I dont mean just "ill"... I am, what is commonly known as.. dying... This is no male flu.. This is my body packing in.. Goodbye cruel world.. goodbyeee goodbye goodbye....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed my blog has hit over 500 (527) visits since I started the counter! It seems to be averaging out at around 15 visits from individual IP addresses per day!.. Im obviously not as boring as I think! For the first time, Ive had a bit of a closer look at the counter stats and in the last 100 views, I have had everyone from London to singapore and the USA viewing it. Thank you to all and I hope that you continue reading. I do, however, find it amazing that you all read it but dont leave any bloody comments... Feel free.. Unless ur selling something, in which case you can piss off! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115826071959939543?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115826071959939543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115826071959939543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115826071959939543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115826071959939543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/09/dreaded-lurgyand-over-500-views.html' title='The dreaded lurgy...and over 500 views!'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115799471516219919</id><published>2006-09-11T17:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:36.527Z</updated><title type='text'>U-G-L-Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Anyone out there feeling ugly today? How about yesterday? Day before? I see a few of you nodding... Me? Some days I feel like I fell out of the ugly tree and hit every bastard branch on the way down before been pounded by an ugly man with an ugly stick.. What I dont think some people appreciate is that one comment can make us feel like we are walking on sunshine or at the other end of the spectrum, like a piece of shit on a shitty stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I contemplated the above on Friday night when my mum had got ready to go on a night out with her sister. I thought that she looked absolutely fantastic, and yet all that I could muster when she asked how she looked was "yeah, you look alright.. " I considered this when she had left and then sent her a text telling her that actually she looked the nicest I have seen her look possibly ever.. And it was the truth.. She looked beautiful. I got a text back saying that I had made her night. And that was all it took...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Take time out to tell people that you think they look nice, especially if they have made extra effort to do so. Believe me when I say it makes the world of difference. If you think people dont need compliments, you would be wrong. Everyone likes to hear that you like something about them, even if its been said a thousand times before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Im going to make it my mission to be one of the people that do pay people compliments. Wanna join the club? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My favourite thing about myself?.. At the moment, not alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115799471516219919?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115799471516219919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115799471516219919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115799471516219919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115799471516219919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/09/u-g-l-y.html' title='U-G-L-Y'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115762870708008244</id><published>2006-09-07T12:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:36.457Z</updated><title type='text'>Take time to read..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Below is a copy of a letter that won a competition in UK as complaint letter of the year...have a laugh and read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complaint Letter of the Year. The British do have a way with words.... A real-life customer complaint letter sent to NTL (to their complaints dept....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Dear Cretins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been an NTL customer since 9th July 2001, when I signed up for your 3-in-one deal for cable TV, cable modem, and telephone. During this three-month period I have encountered inadequacy of service which I had not previously considered possible, as well as ignorance and stupidity of monolithic proportions. Please allow me to provide specific details, so that you can either pursue your professional prerogative, and seek to rectify these difficulties - or more likely (I suspect) so that you can have some entertaining reading material as you while away the working day smoking B&amp;H and drinking vendor-coffee on the bog in your office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial installation was cancelled without warning, resulting in my spending an entire Saturday sitting on my fat arse waiting for your technician to arrive. When he did not arrive, I spent a further 57minutes listening to your infuriating hold music, and the even more annoying Scottish robot woman telling me to look at your helpful website....HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I alleviated the boredom by playing with my testicles for a few minutes -an activity at which you are no-doubt both familiar and highly adept. The rescheduled installation then took place some two weeks later, although the technician did forget to bring a number of vital tools -&lt;br /&gt;such as a drill-bit, and his cerebrum. Two weeks later, my cable modem had still not arrived. After 15 telephone calls over 4 weeks my modem arrived... six weeks after I had requested it, and begun to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I estimate your internet server's downtime is roughly 35%... hours between about 6pm -midnight, Mon-Fri, and most of the weekend. I am still waiting for my telephone connection. I have made 9 calls on my mobile to your no-help line, and have been unhelpfully transferred to a variety of disinterested individuals, who are it seems also highly skilled bollock jugglers.&lt;br /&gt;I have been informed that a telephone line is available (and someone will call me back); that no telephone line is available (and someone will call me back); that I will be transferred to someone who knows whether or not a telephone line is available (and then been cut off);&lt;br /&gt;that I will be transferred to someone (and then been redirected to an answer machine informing me that your office is closed); that I will be transferred to someone and then been redirected to the irritating Scottish robot woman...and several other variations on this theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubtless you are no longer reading this letter, as you have at least thousand other dissatisfied customers to ignore, and also another one of those crucially important testicle-moments to attend to. Frankly I don’t care; it's far more satisfying as a customer to voice my frustrations in print than to shout them at your unending hold music. Forgive me, therefore, if I continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought BT were shit, that they had attained the holy piss-pot of god-awful&lt;br /&gt;customer relations, that no-one, anywhere, ever, could be more disinterested, less helpful or more obstructive to delivering service to their customers. That's why I chose NTL, and because, well, there isn’t anyone else is there? How surprised I therefore was, when I discovered to my considerable dissatisfaction and disappointment what a useless shower of bastards you truly are. You are sputum-filled pieces of distended rectum incompetents of the highest order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British Telecom - wankers though they are - shine like brilliant beacons of success, in the filthy puss-filled mire of your seemingly limitless inadequacy. Suffice to say that I have now given up on my futile and foolhardy quest to receive any kind of service from you. I suggest that you cease any potential future attempts to extort payment from me for the services which you have so pointedly and catastrophically failed to deliver - any such activity will be greeted initially with hilarity and disbelief quickly be replaced by derision, and even perhaps bemused rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enclose two small deposits, selected with great care from my cats litter tray, as an expression of my utter and complete contempt for both you and your pointless company. I sincerely hope that they have not become desiccated during transit - they were satisfyingly moist at the time of posting, and I would feel considerable disappointment if you did not experience both their rich aroma and delicate texture. Consider them the very embodiment of my feelings towards NTL, and its worthless employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day - may it be the last in you miserable short life, you irritatingly incompetent and infuriatingly unhelpful bunch of twats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115762870708008244?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115762870708008244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115762870708008244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115762870708008244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115762870708008244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/09/take-time-to-read.html' title='Take time to read..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115761172139879255</id><published>2006-09-07T07:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:36.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Dress code..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hiya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;         Its been such a long week! Thank God only 2 days of work left to go (then Im working Sat but we wont talk about that!)   Work is getting busier and busier and we have just had a major office move so are now squashed in an office the size of my bedroom... Cosy? Nope! Absolutely sweating my bag off and stressed!?  Oh Yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  This brings me to the point of my blog this morning.  It is a question that has been asked my generations and generations of men, but I reckon its about time that something got sorted...  Why is it that women are allowed to come in work in a vest top and short skirts with open toed shoes on, but men are stuck with the same "shirt and tie wih trousers and *gentlemans shoes*" laws that we have come to know and love?  Not that I want to wear a skirt I should add (a surprise to some!?) .. but something like a short sleeved shirt with a button open and no tie would not kill them!?  Surely a shirt and tie is the equivalent of a blouse and neck-a-chief type thingy-ma-bobby for women.. They really ought to re think the whole process!  I would try and escalate this view within my company but Im sure that it would lead to nothing more than my been issued with my P45 within a day or two or whining! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  Went to an all you can eat indian buffet last night. Feeling particulary rough this morning.. Was not the classiest food I have ever eaten and Im sure Ill come down with the dreaded lurgy fairly shortly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;By the way, take a look at &lt;a href="http://www.quidco.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;QUIDCO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;   you can get cash back for shopping online and it is a much better deal than greasy palm... well worth a go Id say! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115761172139879255?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115761172139879255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115761172139879255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115761172139879255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115761172139879255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/09/dress-code.html' title='Dress code..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115709219927649980</id><published>2006-09-01T06:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:36.317Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinky! :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/adenstace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/adenstace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Went for a chinese last night and, for a change, didnt get pissed... So, for a change, here is a photo of me and ma Broad Bean sober! She is moving to Birmingham very soon now (I can hear my betrothed cheering from here!) but I will go and visit lots (and now, my betrothed will be snarling..) Anyhoo, we all really had a laugh and food was good for a canteen style chinese all you can eat! They even had a big chocolate fountain (Think these have gone from tasteful to tacky in the last year or so...) Anyway, since it was sitting there looking all chocolately and fountain-ee, I did threaten to go proper Vicar of Dibley style and lean my head under it but wimped out at the last minute and was more than happy with going on a rampage with the squirty cream instead... Highlight of the night was when one of the girls we were with asked a chinese waiter what her chinese symbol tattoos meant and he replied in the most stokie accent that I have ever heard that "I dunno, I aint chinese.." Let that be a lesson to us all to not judge a book by its cover! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im a little peed off with my laptop. I seem to have obtained a big juicy virus from somewhere which is doing my box in a lil bit! Ill sort it later though as dont wanna have to use my MAC... Which can I say is still sitting there looking REALLY pretty! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115709219927649980?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115709219927649980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115709219927649980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115709219927649980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115709219927649980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/09/chinky.html' title='Chinky! :-)'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115700817421728205</id><published>2006-08-31T07:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:36.248Z</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays Galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/30082006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/30082006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/Cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I have had both my sisters and my neices birthday this week. Bought Bevelery a miniature teddy bear and paid some towards a course on the sun beds and bought Jaya £30.00 worth of Next Vouchers and a cute little Me 2 U bear saying "Special little girl" on it. Also baked a cake and it actually looked and tasted fandabby dosey. I will attach photos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I am eating ridiculously this week and need to start cutting down.  Why cant I develop a cute lil eating disorder like all the celebrities!? I dare not even weigh myself for fear of scales saying "please get off me you fat bastard."  To add to my dilemma, I am  also going for a chinese with people from my companies customer services department tonight. Diet obviously not starting today then... and tomorrow its friday so not allowed to diet over weekend as would be against my religion! Crap aint I? Mummy dear on the other hand is continuing to lose weight for her holiday next year. Very proud of her! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Thee mother and Mrs Swain will be meeting on Saturday when me and betrothed go "shphering" (get pushed down a massive hill in a big hamster ball)  Hope they get on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115700817421728205?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115700817421728205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115700817421728205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115700817421728205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115700817421728205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/08/birthdays-galore.html' title='Birthdays Galore!'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115683381811371433</id><published>2006-08-29T07:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:36.171Z</updated><title type='text'>Leah, Anglesey, and weddings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A brief description of my weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;My bathroom is now green-ish and needs finishing when I have more spare time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Did lunch with Richards friends on Saturday day. Very nice folkies they were too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Went out with mates on Saturday night. Went in mood with betrothed. Went home. Decided didnt want to be back home. Wanted to see leah from big brother in the club and see if boobs were as big as claimed. Went back out with friend who had also argued with her betrothed. My betrothed also came back out. A couple of arguments later, we agreed to disagree and he told me I was not going to any wedding the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Reminded myself to remember that Leahs boobies did not look as big in real life as they did on big brother. Would suggest breast enlargement if she wishes to uphold image of busty blonde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Got extremely leathered and slept at a mates mates house. Went to bed around 6am-ish I am informed having resorted to throwing any alcohol i was given over myself in extreme desperation to stop drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Woke up at 9.40am (Due to leave to wedding I was no longer allowed to go to at 9.00am) and realised that phone had ran out of battery. Wondered if still was not invited to wedding. Threw self out of bed. Realised was near YMCA in hanley... Rushed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;On way home pondered on how much of an idiot had been. Reminded self not to mix alcohol and irrational decisions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Turned phone on when home. Had 28 missed calls, 2 nice text messages from betrothed, 12 horrible messages when betrothed realised I was not answering phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Reminded myself that I will never drink again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Realised that everyone thought that I had turned my phone off to ignore calls to go to wedding. Knew this was not the case myself so pondered over options.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Caught a taxi to Anglesey at cost of £110.00... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Finally arrived at hotel in Anglesey and was greeted with "love taps" from betrothed. Did not amuse this time as was hungover. Blows slightly better as was hit with pillow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;All in all had a very nice wedding despite hungoveredness... Bride looked beautiful and speeches all very enjoyable. Nice meal too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;On way home called in at Rhyl. Felt very posh in front of chavvy families until rode on Nessy (ride for 5 year olds..) Lost street cred but held head high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Went to betrothed sisters bfs house for meal. Very nice and healthy too.. Made nice difference from take away food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;All in all a very eventful weekend. Wont be doing it again in a hurry anyway! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115683381811371433?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115683381811371433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115683381811371433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115683381811371433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115683381811371433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/08/leah-anglesey-and-weddings.html' title='Leah, Anglesey, and weddings...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115645077787600885</id><published>2006-08-24T19:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:36.104Z</updated><title type='text'>Bush Monkey?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Its bizarre how when my hair is not short and neat, I let every other part of myself go to the pits. My clothing, my hygiene, my shaving and any plucking or grooming all lose a fighting chance. Im not quite stig of the dump yet but I reckon give it another two weeks and Id be rummaging through bins with the best of em! You can imagine how I felt yesterday when I saw my ex's sister who was looking quite glamerous (bitch) while I on the other hand looked like I had just been rejected from a homeless shelter for been too scruffy! I made very polite chit chat, trying to make up for the lack of my presentation with my hilarious sense of humour and caring personality (This involved me bawling across the road in between cars if her brother had had a lump removed from one of his bollocks... hmmm...Cant think why they never liked me..) Anyway, I thought Id cracked it, I thought that finally she had seen that there is more to a person than the way they look....until 10 minutes later the exs mother who had obviously received a phone call from her daughter telling her that Id taken to crawling the streets preying on defenseless old women, drove past me twice and gave me one of those smug "you look like shit and my son has done better than you" looks! How rude! Reminded me of what they were like though.. Thank Christ for Mr/Mrs/Miss Swanjay... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yeah, Back to me and my hair, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im not walking around like Rapunzel or anything, but my hair is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one of those bizarre wonders of the world and instead of growing into silky flowing locks which I can flick about, tends to grow &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;into something that resembles something between a brillo pad and a bush monkey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I have not had my hair cut for nearly four weeks which is the longest I have waited in the last year. This is mainly due to be been a tight arse and wanting to spend the extra ten pound on sweeties and takeaways! (could just eat an indian...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Anyway, getting it chopped tomorrow so maybe I will have cleaned, plucked and groomed myself sufficiently for Matt and Dannis wedding on Saturday! Only time will tell..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was asked to do some overtime for work today and Im not usually one for overtime unless it is of decent enough proportions to make some kind of difference in my wages. Grudgingly, I came in and the day has actually gone quicker than it usually would on a normal late shift as I was helping to despatch an upgrade to our depots for the first few hours of my day. Sad to say but I actually even enjoyed it a little bit! I have found my calling in life.. A picker and a packer! :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Im probably worse than most when it comes to moaning about my job. Some days I have days when I am angry at the people that I work with, Some days I get angry at customers and the depots and their lack of common sense and some days, well, I am just angry with myself and my lack of knowledge of all things I.T-ey (technical word, that one!) ... However, there are getting more and more times when I pleasantly surprise myself and lately I am starting to see more and more that the calls that I am struggling with are worthy of been stuck on. I know this because people who I am asking advise from are also unsure of the steps to take. I think its just a case of taking the rough with the smooth and realise that as with any job, it is three steps forward and two back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Are you able to tell that it is pay day tomorrow?!! Every time I open my payslip in IT, I feel a sense of accomplishment....I set myself to targets, Targets that to some people seemed silly. However, I smashed them and can say that I am proud of myself. So what to do when you have what you want? Make some more targets thats what! But what would be a s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ensible step forward? When I am a bit more knowledgeable on my companies systems etc, I would quite like to work in IT Operations which would involve overnight working every few weeks but the money would be a 15% rise on what I earn at the moment and there is always a fair bit of overtime going... So yes, thats the next chapter Im aiming for... Tell you something, I could never be accused of having no ambition.. Some would say I am too money minded but I dont slog my guts out for 8 hours a day 5 days a week and 6 hours every 3 saturdays to get paid 600 pound at the end of the month..Believe me when I say I learned the hard way that money makes the world go around.. Call me fickle if you like but thats the way it is for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lessons in this blog? Quite a few...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;* Been bald is not necessarily a disadvantage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;* Pay day is the best day of every month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;* I am still capable of waffling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;* My ex's family are even less "over me" than my ex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;* Its never a bad thing to reach to the stars when it comes to ambition.. cos u never know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;* I am fickle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115645077787600885?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115645077787600885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115645077787600885' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115645077787600885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115645077787600885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/08/bush-monkey.html' title='Bush Monkey?!'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115628517848088889</id><published>2006-08-22T22:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:36.001Z</updated><title type='text'>Adies Most Hated Song..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Someone at work today asked me what kind of music I like and dislike... I like to think I have quite a broad sense of music taste, my favourite of course been anything cheesey!  But then I thought, there is one song... One song more than any other song in the whole world that I dislike.. No I hate.. In fact, even thinking of it gives me rage... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;*picture this.. or even better, download the song...it will help you visulise it...your in a gay club...  the lights dim and then 12 of the queeniest gay queens u have ever seen in your life grab a tambourine each and start performing the most ridicuous jig to the song below* (this includes doing a limp wrist action every time the word camp is mentioned...need I say more?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AROUND THE OLD CAMP FIRE&lt;br /&gt;Memories and melodies of songs I use to know&lt;br /&gt;Friends of mine that harmonise together&lt;br /&gt;Scally wags and sleeping bags tent flaps all askew&lt;br /&gt;Breathing in the open air together&lt;br /&gt;Together together together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Around the old camp fire&lt;br /&gt;Where the mushrooms use to grow&lt;br /&gt; And mi muscles use to show&lt;br /&gt;Around the old camp fire&lt;br /&gt;Those happy clappy carefree summer days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buttercups and daises and little pansies in the grass&lt;br /&gt;Oh those happy times we had to treasure&lt;br /&gt;Little creepy crawly things that got in to the tarts&lt;br /&gt;And fairy cakes we had a tea together&lt;br /&gt;Together together together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Around the old camp fire&lt;br /&gt;Where the mushrooms use to grow&lt;br /&gt;And mi muscles use to show&lt;br /&gt;Around the old camp fire&lt;br /&gt;Those happy clappy carefree summer days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy jean and other songs we never could get right&lt;br /&gt;Singing till the fire turned into ashes&lt;br /&gt;Twenty people in a tent oh we had such happy nights&lt;br /&gt;Coco running down our fally assess&lt;br /&gt;Asses asses asses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the old camp fire&lt;br /&gt;Where the mushrooms use to grow&lt;br /&gt;And mi muscles use to show&lt;br /&gt;Around the old camp fire&lt;br /&gt;Those happy clappy carefree summer days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising in the morning to the cry of tally ho&lt;br /&gt;Horses hooves and foxhounds keep together&lt;br /&gt;Gentle folk make music with a hunting we will go&lt;br /&gt;I senceulize Panting in the heather&lt;br /&gt; huh huh huh&lt;br /&gt;Heather heather heather heather heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on(x8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the old camp fire&lt;br /&gt;Where the mushrooms use to grow&lt;br /&gt;And mi muscles use to show&lt;br /&gt;Around the old camp fire&lt;br /&gt;Those happy clappy carefree summer days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It is not very often that I am "out-gayed" but I am very proud to say that I have not been in the possession of a tambourine since I was about 8 and that i would sooner have my arm (or bollock!) hairs plucked out one by one than do anything other than tut and switch off for 5 painful minutes when this song is played!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Go on... download it... you know u want to...it REALLY is that bad... Any gays that read this and have seen the offending tambourinists then please back me up!! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115628517848088889?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115628517848088889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115628517848088889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115628517848088889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115628517848088889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/08/adies-most-hated-song.html' title='Adies Most Hated Song..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115600066271308371</id><published>2006-08-19T15:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:35.916Z</updated><title type='text'>The End Of Big Brother 2006...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Was anyone else as gutted as me when Pete emerged as the winner of Big Brother 2006??  I dont think it was a surprise to anybody but I hope that all of the people that voted for the fool were pleased with themselves when he threw himself around the house and down the  stairs then around the stage/chairs/audience etc etc etc...   I sat with friends and watched in horror as the nation chose the biggest idiot to win big brother yet. I suppose with his tourrettes he thought that actions would speak louder than words? This can be correct but if your actions are saying "im a prick with no self control" then maybe best to just keep them in check and stick with the "WANKER! *THUMP* Meow! "I thought the nation would have seen him acting like a prat enough on the way in to figure out that he was as much a deserving winner as Anthony wotzizfacethatnooneremembers was last year!  Another hyperactive imbecile that loved himself just a little bit more than anyone else did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;   Why we couldnt have voted an underdog to win, I dont know! I tried to vote for the ghetto princess.. I call her this because I still cannot spell her name!  Achylene?!?  She came third and in my opinion was a much more deserving winner  although even choosing her was a case of choosing the best of a very... VERY bad bunch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;However much I always moan about these things, I will be sitting there next year with the rest of you, glued to my seat and again, moaning about how shit the series is... roll on BB 2007!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115600066271308371?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115600066271308371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115600066271308371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115600066271308371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115600066271308371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/08/end-of-big-brother-2006.html' title='The End Of Big Brother 2006...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115584431394685044</id><published>2006-08-17T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:35.848Z</updated><title type='text'>A meal out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I dont tend to have much to say so far this week... Ive just been doing bits and bobs.. Been out for Dannis birthday on Wednesday and that was a good night and then last night I went out for dinner with my mates! Everything Im doing seems to revolve around food at the moment!! I have ten pound to last me 8 days.. I am seeing it as a challenge... A challenge I dont think im going to win but a challenge nonetheless!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  Bev and Jaya came around tonight and for the first time this year, kazduck cooked a proper homemade meal!! It made a lovely change though and I shall look forward to my Christmas dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just waiting for Richard to come round now.. Havent had a shower for 1.5 days (eww... double ewww considering I went the gym yesterday!!) so I think I better jump in now!!   Im not dirty.. honest...Im a gay.. we smell of roses and all things beautiful!!! xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115584431394685044?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115584431394685044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115584431394685044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115584431394685044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115584431394685044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/08/meal-out.html' title='A meal out...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115548250791660677</id><published>2006-08-13T16:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:35.780Z</updated><title type='text'>Grr... FUCKING GRRR!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Note to self:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do not trust recipe books older than 20 years..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Remember that if you do take a recipe out of recipe books older than 20 years. that fan ovens now exist and you should adjust time accordingly.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Overcooking caramel results in toffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;You cant whip Single cream for filling a cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Baking does not ease stress but sometimes makes you want to chuck the whole contents of fucking kitchen out of window on unsuspecting folk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Newsagents are useless for emergency stock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Im annoyed.. I need to smash something... 5 hours later after I started baking a bit of something to take around Beverleys tonight and I have nothing to show for it.. Nothing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Not at all happy... Think I need a lie down... the good news? I can now cook shortcake! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Grrrr xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115548250791660677?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115548250791660677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115548250791660677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115548250791660677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115548250791660677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/08/grr-fucking-grrr.html' title='Grr... FUCKING GRRR!!!!'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115536485636476558</id><published>2006-08-12T06:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:35.712Z</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The big lil sister and her betrothed have finally sold the car that they were saving to pay for their wedding and honey moon next year. About time as well after it had been on sale for a month or seven!!!  Hopefully we are going to be getting this holiday booked in the next couple of days to Dominican Republic!!  I sat beverley down the other day and we played "travel agents" for about 3 hours where we found some very nice hotels.. It made a nice change to playing post office when I was 8 but not quite as exciting as playing with my barbies when I was 3-15..... The holiday will be very expensive compared to what Ive been paying with Richies discounts on the last few but I wont need any spending money for this one as it will be all inclusive which is rather marvellous! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I am having problems with my phone yet again. Its going to have to go back to manufacturers... AGAIN! Not too impressed at the moment! Shitty Nokia N80's!! However, while I was looking through it today, I found a song that got bluetoothed to me by Natt when I went down to visit.  Its by Snow Patrol and one of the things that made me see sense when my relationship was going through a bad patch...Read the lyrics below and if you can, get the song.. :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snow Patrol- You could be&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;happy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You could be happy and I won’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But you weren’t happy the day I watched you go&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that I wished I had not said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Are played on lips ’till it’s madness in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Is it too late to remind you how we were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur&lt;br /&gt;Most of what I remember makes me sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I should have stopped you from walking out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You could be happy, I hope you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You made me happier than I’d been by far&lt;br /&gt;Somehow everything I own smells of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And for the tiniest moment it’s all not true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Do the things that you always wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Without me there to hold you back, don’t think, just do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;More than anything I want to see you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Take a glorious bite out of the whole world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115536485636476558?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115536485636476558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115536485636476558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115536485636476558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115536485636476558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115518810663991307</id><published>2006-08-10T05:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:35.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Bump or Bumpette?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/preggy%20don%20don.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/preggy%20don%20don.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Donna is now at the point in her pregnancy where she is threatening to beat the little bambino up when he or she is born.  Sources tell me that the fully formed little fella or fellatte is partial to a bit of a salsa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  The question is... Boy or Girl?  Names have been chosen for both.... answers on a post card please!! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will post soon xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115518810663991307?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115518810663991307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115518810663991307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115518810663991307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115518810663991307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/08/bump-or-bumpette.html' title='Bump or Bumpette?'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115510417439988365</id><published>2006-08-09T06:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:35.579Z</updated><title type='text'>Long week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I moan when Im working 2-10pm, I moan when I am working 6-2pm, I moan when Im working 9-5pm...  But I have managed to figure out why I moan so much. Its going from one shift to  another all of the time.  Just as my body clock is clicking into place, it gets ripped off its hinges and shoved on a completely different kind of day. No wonder I get shift allowance.. Well deserved, thats what I say!  This may have seemed obvious to everyone else, but the penny has only just dropped with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;  I went out to a local pub with Richard and Fay last night. It was a good night and Fay is looking ever so girly lately... Her hairs all longy and feathery and she is wearing makeup and girly clothes. She looks loads different to the days of "the wedge!" and seems to have lost quite a bit of weight as well.   She will be grabbing a man off the shelf in no time! :-)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Im going to visit my nan after work today as she was in hospital a week or so ago. I prefer to see her when it has all quietened down as I dont like making small talk with people I barely see once a year! (relatives, but only by name connection.)  For once wish she would give herself a rest but I suppose she is used to looking after people and if thats what is born into you then why take it away... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Im starting to look forward to my holiday in Nice now.. Its not all that far away now and its going to be the last break until my big, little sisters wedding in Dominican republic next June and before then I need to start saving money... I have loads that Ive got to fork out money for which is a little bit annoying but as soon as its all paid off I can start building up some funds! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;  Post soon x x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115510417439988365?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115510417439988365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115510417439988365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115510417439988365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115510417439988365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-week.html' title='Long week...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115501868782321746</id><published>2006-08-08T07:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:35.514Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/steve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/thegroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/thegroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/men%20keith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/men%20keith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Oh and by the way, these outfits are EXACTLY what im going to be wearing for the next wedding I go to! :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115501868782321746?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115501868782321746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115501868782321746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115501868782321746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115501868782321746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-and-by-way-these-outfits-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115501842488172945</id><published>2006-08-08T07:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:35.447Z</updated><title type='text'>Some photos from the wedding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/adienvicks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/adienvicks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/adentricky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/adentricky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Some random photos... Note to all, the only photo I can actually remember is the one of me in shirt and tie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/richnme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/richnme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/group2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/group2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/group2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/group2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115501842488172945?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115501842488172945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115501842488172945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115501842488172945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115501842488172945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-photos-from-wedding.html' title='Some photos from the wedding...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115493043486505385</id><published>2006-08-07T05:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:35.380Z</updated><title type='text'>Fantabulous wedding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I didnt expect the wedding of Richards colleague to be much to look forward to... On the contrary, I expected to nodd and smile politely at lots of people that I didnt know, eat dry sausage rolls and sit in a corner for twelve hours clock watching. I was wrong. Oh so very wrong! It was the best planned wedding from start to finish I have ever been. The details, the things u dont even notice unless they are there were planned out perfectly and I think that the bride and groom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; did themselves proud. Ive even saved my name that they put on the table I was on as it was so handmade and poosh! Rather than the typical buffet of dry sandwiches, they put on sausage and bacon sandwiches.. Real beer food.. Very impressive! I will try and add a couple of photos soon! I dont have to tell anyone that I was absolutely hammered do I? You know that already... Could hardly walk..that was at 7pm...It got worse after that but I cant remember so its fine.. Too much free wine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went out with Richards family last night to a pub in Madeley. Mr and Mrs Swain go there every Sunday. It is amusing because they know what Mrs Swain orders week in week out (the fillet steak sandwich.) Very good night had by all as always with the Swains!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Call me morbid but since yesterday, Ive been convinced that I am going to die. I thought it was just the hangover taking effect but Im feeling similar this morning! Its a bit "final destination-ish" except I am seeing in every single situation that I am put in and seeing the most grotesque ways that I could die in that situation. You would like an example? Of course you would! Driving home from Buxton yesterday, Me and Richard were in his car with the windows wound down. I was convinced that some form of sharp object was gonna fly through the window of the car one side, and fly out the other, somewhere in between slitting mine and Richards throat. Oh yeah, did I mention that if Im dying, hes coming with me.. We can skip over the clouds playing our harps together! (or rod each other up the bum with pokers in hell...Im easy...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Will post tomorrow xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115493043486505385?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115493043486505385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115493043486505385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115493043486505385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115493043486505385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/08/fantabulous-wedding.html' title='Fantabulous wedding...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115471438411788737</id><published>2006-08-04T18:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:35.278Z</updated><title type='text'>My favourite poem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is really inside?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a hospital in England, it appeared she had left nothing of value. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The nurse, packing up her possessions, found this poem. The quality so impressed the staff that copies were distributed to all the nurses in the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This poem then later appeared in the Christmas edition of "Beacon House News," a magazine of the Northern Ireland Mental Health Association. This was the Lady's bequest for posterity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Crabbit Old Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What do you see nurse, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What do you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What are you thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When you look at me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A crabbit old woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Not very wise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Uncertain of habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;With far away eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who dribbles her food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And makes no reply;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When you say in a loud voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"I do wish you'd try."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who seems not to notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The things that you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And forever is losing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A stocking or shoe.&lt;br /&gt;Unresisting or not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lets you do as you will;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;With bathing or feeding, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The long day to fill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Is that what you're thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Is that what you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then open your eyes nurse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're not looking at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll tell you who I am, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As I sit here so still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As I move at your bidding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As I eat at your will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm a small child of ten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...With a father and mother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And brothers and sisters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who love one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl of sixteen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;With wings on her feet;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dreaming that soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A lover she'll meet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A bride soon at twenty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...My heart gives a leap;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Remembering the vows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That I promised to keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At twenty-five,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have young of my own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who need me to build &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A secure and happy home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman of thirty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My young now grow fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bound together with ties &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That forever should last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;At forty, my young ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Have grown up and gone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But my man is beside me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To see I don't mourn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;At fifty, once more .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;..Babies play 'round my knees;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Again we know children, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My loved ones and me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                   .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark days are upon me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My husband is dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...I look at the future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I shudder with dread;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For my young are all rearing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Young of their own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I think of the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And the love I have known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am an old woman now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nature is cruel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;‘Tis her jest to make old age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Look like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;The body, it crumbles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Grace and vigor depart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There now is a stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Where I once had a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But inside this old carcass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A young girl still dwells,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And now and again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My battered heart swells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the joys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I remember the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I'm loving and living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Life over again.&lt;br /&gt;I think of the years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...All too few, gone too fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And accept the stark fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That nothing can last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So open your eyes nurses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Open and see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...Not a "Crabbit Old Woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Look closer ... see "Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~ Phyllis McCormack ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115471438411788737?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115471438411788737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115471438411788737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115471438411788737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115471438411788737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-favourite-poem.html' title='My favourite poem...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115463791858393524</id><published>2006-08-03T22:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:35.211Z</updated><title type='text'>Weddings, Babies and Houses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Im not sure why, but since I have been in coupledom, I have been invited to more weddings than I have ever known,. I guess this is because Richard has mainly straight friends, where as most of mine seem to be of the bent variety. And if my friends are not shit stabbers or girls drinking from the furry mug, they are the emotional fuckwits that we have come to know and love in this modern day world. Thinking about it, some are both! Dont get me wrong, I have a few close friends but Im talking in general. Are these people I am meant to have things in common with? I hope not! I like the fact that most of Richards friends are normal. I say most of because I know that Mark Harris slipped through the net and I regard him as a vile prick that smokes too much! Anyway, back to weddings! I think my fave this year will possibly be Richs mate Matt and Danni. Im quite looking forward to that one as we will get to stay over in &lt;a href="http://www.anglesey-history.co.uk/"&gt;Anglesey&lt;/a&gt; for a night and it will be with quite a few people who I know! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Donna Donut is due to give birth not so long from now.. The last time I saw her she was getting rather big in bumpage. It will be strange seeing Kev, Don and Mini Donut.. It seems like only a few days ago when I was holding My sisters hand as she gave birth to my neice Jaya. I use the term "holding" very loosely.. If I was to say gripping as if my life depended on it you would call me a drama queen. All good memories though.. The screaming, the stiches, the afterbirth...booodiful.. It is worth every second of it though for what you get out of it though as Im sure Beverley and any other mother out there will agree. Jaya is the closest I will ever get to having my own kid and I love her to bits. It is her first birthday on August 30th. Very handy that it comes just after pay day but very selfish of Beverley to conceive on a date where she knew she would be giving birth sometime around her very own birthday (only 2 days later!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think as we all get older, whether we are gay or straight, we seem to have things dawn on us. Lately for me it has been that Im never getting married (noone would have me), Im never having kids (Dont think my sea-men would be interested in anchoring at the harbour if you know what I mean?!) and I may never get to own my own house. The house thing is a biggy for me. A mixture of a few shitty decisions made by me when I was 18-19 and naive stupidity of thinking that me and my ex would be together forever got me in a financial ditch. When I say ditch I mean more of a big fat smelly fucking mess. But then again, even if I could get a mortgage, which I probably could if I had the right kind of deposit, what would happen to my mum? She cant afford to get her own place at the moment and what kind of a son would I be to see her struggle? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I sometimes feel like I may have fucked my life up before it ever really began. God only knows what damage I will do when I have a mid life crisis! I shouldnt moan because I have a hell of a lot more than most. Im just always thinking to the future and with my situation, I dont see where that leads except right back to where I am now. It would just be nice to get a chance to dig my heels in again and be given another chance to right my wrongs. After all, I worked my tits off to get the job that I have now and Im proud to have achieved it. Some things are not that easy though are they as they are taken out of our hands?? We only get one chance which is unfortunate. Ill fight until the end though. I always have.. So get your fists up for round two, bitches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Take care until next post.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If any of you have a PSP or any kind of games console, take a look &lt;a href="http://getgames.co.uk"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;for some bargains on selected games! Just do a search as you never know what you will find! Some seem to be stupidly cheap though! I know Richard got Lemmings and Micro Machines V4 for PSP for around 30 pound for both of them incl delivery. A bargain as they retail at around 30 each! Go one step further and join &lt;a href="http://greasypalm.co.uk"&gt;greasypalm&lt;/a&gt; beforehand and earn cashback on purchases from a large range of online stores.. just from shopping online occasionally, Ive had two cheques for £25.00 off them so far and I dont even remember to use it half of the time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115463791858393524?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115463791858393524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115463791858393524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115463791858393524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115463791858393524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/08/weddings-babies-and-houses.html' title='Weddings, Babies and Houses...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115441900616183933</id><published>2006-08-01T08:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:35.144Z</updated><title type='text'>I have a counter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now I get to see how many people are actually viewing my blog... To the best of my knowledge the counter only views individual IP addresses rather than page visits although there is a seperate place for me to view this info. The only trouble is that using Internet Explorer 6.0, the right hand side of my blog is sinking to the bottom of the screen... Doesnt look too pretty at the moment but Im looking into getting it sorted! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;  Went to Leicester last weekend and had a nice time.. Went to stratford on the saturday. It is just like going the seaside but with Canals instead of sea! On the Sunday I Finally got my hands on a Sega Mega Drive, which I have been itching to get at for months and months and then as soon as the purchase was made, I totally changed my mind about wanting one! Am good like that arent I!? Popped it on ebay and made a £15.00 profit though so wont moan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;My Apple Mac Scares me.. It is official.. It just sits there looking so pretty and I darent touch it.. Im on my laptop here again.. People keep telling me to sell the Apple Mac but its just so pretty!! As long as it brightens my room, it is staying.. Maybe the most expensive ornament Ive ever bought but... well... Pah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am going to a wedding this weekend... Dont know the bride, met the groom once.. Does this give me the go ahead to get absolutely paraletically drunken and disorderly as Ill never meet any of them again anyway?!  Bought a new shirt and tie anyway.. the one for the last wedding was a bit much so this time Ive just brought a pink shirt and a multi coloured tie... Why u lookin at me like that?? WHAT?!?!!? ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115441900616183933?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115441900616183933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115441900616183933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115441900616183933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115441900616183933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-counter.html' title='I have a counter...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115338562513578491</id><published>2006-07-20T09:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:35.077Z</updated><title type='text'>Oooh...</title><content type='html'>Back on my laptop...and OK.. so its not just my MAC.. Appears that something is wrong with blogger...got couple more options on ere but still no pretty colours! Oh well... I shall just say what I was going to say anyway now in boring normal writing..tuh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Going to Leicester next weekend. Jasey is coming to pick me up after I finish work on the Friday night (10pm!) and then we are going to drive back and then do something all day on the Saturday and lunchies on the Sunday.. Its going to be a great weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I noticed yesterday that I am still telling people that I am 21... Its strange because when I was 16 I used to tell people I was 18 and then when I was 18 I used to tell people I was 19 then when I was 19 Id tell people 21 and then when I was 20 I would tell people I was 21.. then when I was 21 it was ok to tell people I was 21...cos your grown up then anyway so its allowed!? And now im 22, Im still 21... I am starting to see how, without even knowing it, your age freezes... Im going to be 21 forever! Me and the rest of you lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Im going to go the cinema tomorrow to watch over the fence..or is it over the hedge?! Over somethin anyway! I also want to watch Superman Returns although apparantly there is a scene involving a aeroplane that I could find disturbing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Going to Nice in France in a couple of months for a week with Richard... He booked it a week or so ago but I keep forgetting..  Apparantly quite a few celebrities go there so I should fit in nicely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, I shall write laters when I have my sparkly spangly colours back!&lt;br /&gt;MWAH&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115338562513578491?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115338562513578491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115338562513578491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115338562513578491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115338562513578491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/07/oooh.html' title='Oooh...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115338461262453746</id><published>2006-07-20T09:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:35.011Z</updated><title type='text'>No Options On My Mac?!</title><content type='html'>Oooh.. not very happy about this.. I have no option to change the colour of my typing on the MAC,, Just spell check and picture add.. That means I would have to learn all the posh codes to add a bit of sparkle to my posting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill be right back! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115338461262453746?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115338461262453746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115338461262453746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115338461262453746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115338461262453746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-options-on-my-mac.html' title='No Options On My Mac?!'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115286074529284491</id><published>2006-07-14T07:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:34.930Z</updated><title type='text'>Gifts Galore..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I sit here on the morn after my birthday, humbled... Not by the way everyone was nice to me on my birthday, not by the way I got some of the loveliest cards Ive ever had....not even by the way I managed to burn two birthday cakes in my microwave that blew up shortly after pulling the second one out... No, its something much deeper and meaningful than that. The reason that I sit here humbled is because I cannot believe how many presents I had! Shallow? Maybe... But Im genuinely in an "Ozzy Osbourne" like state about it all i.e im wondering around, pointing at my presents, mumbling something and walking off, before staggering back and pointing again... So, let me *try* and reiterate back all of the presents that I got.. Now anyone that reads this that bought me more than I have put then I really do apologise.. I have had so much that Im bound to forget something:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mum:- Loads of cadburys choc and teddy - very nice card in box!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dad and Julie:- £50.00 and bottle of the new puff daddy fragrance (very nice too!) Singing card that has become daddies tradition! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bev, Quin and Jaya:- £30.00, a teddy bear, and some choc!! Nice big card off Beva and also got my first birthday uncle card off Jaya... Awww &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Richard (takes deep breath...) :- White Sony PSP, (totally unexpected!) game for PSP, accessory pack for PSP, 2 boxes Lindt choc, 1 box hand made chocs, Ted Baker watch (Gowgeous), DVD, Hugo Boss Aftershave, Monkey Island 1 and 2 for the PC (wanted it for ages!), Teddy (duplicated with Bevs teddy... I have 2 sets of twins!), naked smelly set...and a lovely big posh card with very nice words in it... Also took me for a romantic meal for two at an Indian restaurant in Knutsford. Was really enjoyable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jasey:- 2 mugs, several pairs of socks, angel delight, troll keyring, monkey keyring, belt, bath bombs, teddy (I now have twins and he bought me the last one too! They look very cute!) Lots of Bars of choc, DVD.. and 2 very nice cards with lovely words! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sue and Mike Swain:- Police bracelet (with the poshest wrapping I have ever clapped my eyes on!) and Big fat trifle (You CANT beat Mrs Swains trifles!) Also very classy card... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Emma Swain:- designer corkscrew and glass with little character on it. Very cute card!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pam:- Loads of sweeties, Lovely T shirt (tho Im afraid I can never wear it even though it fits as it is a size Large... You can imagine my horror if someone was to look at my label!) Only kiddin, its ded nice! Also a Friendship ornament, Me 2 U Birthday cake, Purple Ronnie friendship book. Another singing card! (2 this year!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Kev And Donna:- Box of Roses and sweeties that my sister tried to run off with! funny birthday card! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Stacey:- Bracelet, necklace and bookmark... And very nice words in ME 2 U card! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Almost forgot but Neil and Matt:- Took me out for a very swanky curry on Monday! Also got me funny card :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So as you can see, Ive been pretty damn spoilt.. Dont know what Ive done to have such a fantastic spread of people around me but yesterday I was so chuffed and still am today. Everyone did me proud! I now also have a carrier bag full (literally full) of chocolate and sweeties... That should last me about 2 years if Im in a good mood and about 2 hours if Im in a bad mood. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seriously though, and I dont get sloppy very often.. thanks to every single person that bought me anything or gave me a text or thought yesterday.. I am going to go to Asda straight from work today and purchase a game for my PSP then go Newcastle tomorrow to buy a new top for tomorrow night. Preferable blue so i can wear my blue Ted Baker watch and my Police bracelet and my rope bracelet off Stace and my blue belt and socks off Jasey and...and.... and.... think thats it!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bye for now xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115286074529284491?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115286074529284491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115286074529284491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115286074529284491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115286074529284491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/07/gifts-galore.html' title='Gifts Galore..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115277189480247097</id><published>2006-07-13T06:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:34.858Z</updated><title type='text'>"Two and two... Twenty twooooo... "</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I appear to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning...actually, for how much of a stonker I am in, I may as well have awoken from slumber in a bed made of nails and just realised that I have had an unbridled night of passion with a paraplejic midget called Ron! Not sure whats wrong with me but I have a headache, stomach ache, tooth ache and ache ache!  Not a happy chappy!  I slept straight through my alarm at which point it is claimed that Richard hugged me and wished me a happy birthday... I did not know this and so when the first thing that he graced &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; morning with was "could you stop making so much noise please" I had the overwhelming desire to jump on him and rip his face off... quite understandable as Im sure you can see... or is this what it is like to get old and miserable.. but im not old.. which makes me just plain miserable... *WAHHHHH!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I have plans today for my birthday when I finish work but firstly I need to try and get a parcel sorted that has come from Jasey.  I need it to be delivered quite early on or Im going to be buggered for the plans I had this afternoon... I have sent an email to everyone and their dog at my local depot asking them to deliver the parcel early... So far no response.. Typical... bastards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went to my local all you can eat chinese last night. Was very enjoyable and means that I was able to have a meal out with my dad, Julie and Bev. Tonight, Richard is booking a table at an Indian that he reckons is nice in Knutsford so I am quite looking forward to that.  Tomorrow its on to Knutsford again for pizza express.  I have totally contradicted all the plans I set in stone yesterday but think this way it works out a lil better.  Im a bit worried about my weight as I got on the scales this morning and weighed 11 stone 13.  I have still got 3 meals out before Monday so I think Im gonna just have to throw caution to the wind and deal with it all next week...But i know I wont.. and then Ill get fat.. and everyone will point at me and say "there goes fat man adie..whatta joke!" and Richard will say that Im not fat, because thats what boyfriends have to say... He will say Im simply &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*gulp*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"cuddly"&lt;/span&gt; *cries* and then ill eat more and more out of comfort and  slowly but surely Ill turn into some gigantic beast with hips that dont lie.. (thank you for that song Shakira, but we cant tell a word you say in it... Because, and you know how I dont like being derogatory to female singing artists... but u drove it to me shakky baby.... you sound like a fucking sea lion!! Ow Ow Ow!!) where was I? Ahh yes, so Im feelin a lil porky... And Im not in the best of moods.... So watch out!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bought some cakes in for work... I really dont think Ive brought enough in but as long as the people I work directly with get one then I dont mind... that means that I need about 5 cakes! Yayyy!!  What is it that when its your birthday, you have to go out spending money buying cakes for people... Is it not meant to be the one day of the year that you get fed grapes and treated like a princess and that people buy you things?! But no, instead, you find yourself staggering around tesco at 10 o clock the night before (cos of course, up until that time u have forgotten all about it!) and spend half an hour choosing cakes for people at work... some of which you may not even like!? Take last year for example.. I spent about 18 pound, purely on cakes... And then you get your arch enemies (cos theres always more than one)  sauntering up to your desk and turning their nose up at the selection that you have bought. "You could have brought more banoffee!?" "Sorry i dont DO flapjack.."  "Did u not bring any weight watchers ones in?" I mean, the cheek of it all! Here have a cake... and shove it up your fussy arsed ring piece! Oooh, Id hate to be anyone that messes with me this morning! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Going to go and get my head from up my arse... Laters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115277189480247097?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115277189480247097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115277189480247097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115277189480247097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115277189480247097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/07/two-and-two-twenty-twooooo.html' title='&quot;Two and two... Twenty twooooo... &quot;'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115268868253270859</id><published>2006-07-12T07:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:34.786Z</updated><title type='text'>The gifts arrive by the truck load...Travelling from countries afar...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So what if Im been a bit of a drama queen?! Its my birthday (tomorrow) and I'll cry (or die!) if i want to... Oooh, I feel a song coming on.. Better stop now while your all still reading... *watches tumbleweed go by...* Ahhh.. yes, anyway, presents DID arrive by a truck load... or should I say &lt;strong&gt;present&lt;/strong&gt;?? The only thing that I failed to mention was that the other 312 parcels on the trunker were not bound for Adies birthday shrine that he has had built...! But I have one box ere from my mate at ANC Leicester depot! (You see?! Countries afar!!??) I think whatever is inside it is broken though... It wasnt when it got here... ive just shaken it within an inch of its life and now it just seems to make a *clabunkunk* noise when I jiggle it a lil bit more... Yes, you may be right... I should stop it now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Went to watch Pirates Of The Carribean 2 last night... I surprised myself by managing to sit through the whole thing! I did ask about 247 questions to try and understand what was going on but I dont think that Richard was that bothered...especially as it was a stranger sitting 6 rows in front of me that I was asking... I say stranger but we were firm friends by the end of the night... She gave me a restraining order n everything!! God Im funny! (u dont see it?? read closer.... CLOSER...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVEN CLOSER...&lt;/span&gt; *pokes avid reader and fan in the eye!*) Nah, Richard knows that Its the normal ritual when you go to the cinema with me to ask  questions on whats going on so I think he has grown accustomed to it now! (altho he may still feel like suffocating me with a pillow at times!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Think Ive decided on where we are going for dinner tomorrow night and Friday night... It will be a chinese near me tomorrow night which is quite nice (I wont tell you where because I know that there will be fans if I do and I dont want to be signing autographs all night on my birthday!)and then Pizza Express in Knutsford on Friday night... Again a treat to the tastebuds! Have I mentioned I could REALLY do with cutting down on food though?! But am I bothered?! (yes,, I am!!) In other news, Jasey passed his driving test...and as a truly loyal and supportive friend I never doubted him for a moment (AHEM!?) ok, ok, ok.., Ill be the first to admit that when he text me saying it was all over, that I text back telling him it was ok, I was still proud and that we could still meet in birmingham until he takes his driving test again... But I was just demonstrating how good a friend I would have been if he WOULD have failed...I never actually thought he had failed! U see!? Its all in the thinking baby... all in the thinkin... hmmm.. anyway... *shuffles feet...* "oooh a shooting star!! Look!" *runs off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115268868253270859?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115268868253270859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115268868253270859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115268868253270859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115268868253270859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/07/gifts-arrive-by-truck-loadtravelling.html' title='The gifts arrive by the truck load...Travelling from countries afar...!'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115260469285476857</id><published>2006-07-11T08:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:34.721Z</updated><title type='text'>Proud father of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;A Imac core duo... I know that noone will be all that interested in the specs, so for those bothered, there are some nice shiny pics on the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/imac/gallery/"&gt;apple&lt;/a&gt; website. Buying this machine is much to the horror of everyone at work... For some unknown reason, if your a geek then you are dedicated to the operating system that you support.. And because I support windows and I have gone on to pastures new (OSX Tiger on MAC), I am now all the treacherous bastards under the sun! Seriously, Im gonna be hung and drawn at sunset at this rate by a load of windows XP yielding gurus wearing "I Love Microsoft" T shirts! ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Got to admit that Im quite loving my little baby (and the Imac) at the moment and I got it for a bargain price of £1129.00 from PC World. Did have to go back as there was no power adapter in the pack but this was no big deal... The offer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;included a freeview adapter for it (worth £99.99!!) which I have managed to install. (after losing all the bits a few times in the excitement of opening it and it taking me an hour to find again!) and that was a better offer than any other site was offering on the IMAC. Making a purchase from PC world added insult upon serious injury to all of the IT professionals at work (who are hanging the rope as we speak) as I am not supposed to shop with them.. Not sure why... I also bought a Belkin wireless router and am hoping I have more luck with that than I did my other one.. If not, it will be going through the window at some point in the near future! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Went our for a gorgeous indian last night for my birthday with Neil and Matt... Was deffo 10/10!! :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;xxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115260469285476857?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115260469285476857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115260469285476857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115260469285476857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115260469285476857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/07/proud-father-of.html' title='Proud father of...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115251065787187617</id><published>2006-07-10T06:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:34.655Z</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I always find it funny how people go on about their birthdays... The one day on which you are born allows you to do what you want for one whole day.. Or does it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Im sure Im not alone in trying to milk my birthday for all it is worth. My birth-DAY turns into my birthday week.. and if Im particulary cheeky, my birth-DAY month. I arrange to do everything that I really dont want to do in or around my birthday week and then when it comes to doing the dreaded task, I complain with a bratty "But, its my birthday weeeek and I dont wanna do it!" line. And it works every time.. What gives me or anyone else the right to be such a pain in the bottom around my birthday?? I guess the same right that I have for the other 364 days of the year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tomorrow Im due to go and watch pirates of the carribean 2... After trying to sit through the first one and falling asleep both times, Im not holding out much hope that the film is going to amaze and astound me like the critics suggest. I will be happy with just catching up on a few Z's to be honest.. Who knows though... Apparantly Richard tells me that its about pirates... and they are in the Carribean.. Who'd av thought it?... Sometimes I think he underestimates my intelligence. Im not stupid... Its quite obvious what its about just by reading the title... Pirates of the Carribean 2 means there are obviously two pirates in the film! Cant wait for superman returns to come out in the cinema over ere... Is it a bird?! Is it a plane?! Whoah No!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;For anyone wanting to send flowers/chocolates/nail bombs etc etc, my birthday is on Thursday ;-) xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Xxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115251065787187617?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115251065787187617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115251065787187617' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115251065787187617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115251065787187617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-birthday-week.html' title='My Birthday week...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115218444454585993</id><published>2006-07-06T12:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:34.586Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/85/11008/640/P1010610%20%28Small%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/85/11008/320/P1010610%20%28Small%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAH &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115218444454585993?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115218444454585993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115218444454585993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115218444454585993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115218444454585993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/07/mwah.html' title=''/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115218442287365767</id><published>2006-07-06T12:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:34.522Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/85/11008/640/P1010608%20%28Medium%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/85/11008/320/P1010608%20%28Medium%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115218442287365767?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115218442287365767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115218442287365767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115218442287365767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115218442287365767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/07/awww.html' title=''/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115218205047211701</id><published>2006-07-06T11:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:34.458Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/85/11008/640/P1010577%20%28Small%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/85/11008/320/P1010577%20%28Small%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incy had a beer on me.. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115218205047211701?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115218205047211701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115218205047211701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115218205047211701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115218205047211701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/07/incy-had-beer-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115218198265448015</id><published>2006-07-06T11:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:34.394Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/85/11008/640/P1010576%20%28Small%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/85/11008/320/P1010576%20%28Small%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first arrived.. I was still hungover and in last nights clothes.. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115218198265448015?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115218198265448015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115218198265448015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115218198265448015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115218198265448015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-we-first-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115218193328124748</id><published>2006-07-06T11:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:34.328Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/85/11008/640/P1010652%20%28Small%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/85/11008/320/P1010652%20%28Small%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my holiday wife Clare!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115218193328124748?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115218193328124748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115218193328124748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115218193328124748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115218193328124748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-and-my-holiday-wife-clare.html' title=''/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115218191059420315</id><published>2006-07-06T11:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:34.242Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/85/11008/640/P1010618%20%28Small%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/85/11008/320/P1010618%20%28Small%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreaded pants round ankles night...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115218191059420315?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115218191059420315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115218191059420315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115218191059420315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115218191059420315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/07/dreaded-pants-round-ankles-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115218188194515153</id><published>2006-07-06T11:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:34.175Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/85/11008/640/P1010591%20%28Small%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/85/11008/320/P1010591%20%28Small%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Jasey and matt... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115218188194515153?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115218188194515153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115218188194515153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115218188194515153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115218188194515153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-jasey-and-matt.html' title=''/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115218121397313416</id><published>2006-07-06T11:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:34.041Z</updated><title type='text'>Back to life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So Im back off holiday.. Again..  Had a really cool holiday.. We all got on well which is what I was expecting and we have plans to do similar next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;  Will enclose a couple of photos but only a few of my favourites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Some of the highlights were:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;*  Me getting paraletically drunken at a magic show (was a free bar!) and heckling the magic show before stumbling out into the street, nearly getting run over a few times, trying to make Jasey order a chicken korma then been shitty with him when he didnt (he a vegetarian) trying to climb through a taxi car window and then getting to the hotel and ripping my jeans off (quite literally.. i killed them...) and running down the hotel corridor with my jeans and pants around my ankles before indulging on my chicken korma with not a stitch on in my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;* Day before we coming home, having a big long walk along the beach... Know this was the highlight of Jaseys hol and we just chatted and chatted and chatted Very cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;*  Meeting the Mytravel Reps and making a new mate called clare who I have kept in touch with since I have got back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;*Jasey and his love of everything Spanish.. Including Spanish chips!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;*the near death experience on the plane coming back (we came through a storm in manchester... SOOOoooo nearly died.. it went a *rumble rumble rumble*!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Anyway, I shall leave u with photos... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115218121397313416?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115218121397313416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115218121397313416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115218121397313416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115218121397313416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-to-life.html' title='Back to life..'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231635.post-115104125545141726</id><published>2006-06-23T06:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:22:33.973Z</updated><title type='text'>U choose...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/1600/Image142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5815/1403/320/Image142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have figured that this shot has the potential to come back and bite me in the ass later in Jayas life.  It will be either:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.) Used to plaster signposts on her 18th birthay and put in the local paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.) Be used as exhibit A in the first ever "divorce my uncle" trial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3.)  Be taken along as evidence to a counselling session as "first horrific memory"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Its just them cheeks!! She has cheeks that Id kill for... as pillows... Tee hee hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MWAH x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15231635-115104125545141726?l=ultrazonixe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/feeds/115104125545141726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15231635&amp;postID=115104125545141726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115104125545141726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15231635/posts/default/115104125545141726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultrazonixe.blogspot.com/2006/06/u-choose.html' title='U choose...'/><author><name>Adie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10692843269083542924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
