<?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-2459460236099658569</id><updated>2012-02-01T19:35:18.116Z</updated><category term='Jerusalem'/><category term='William Golding'/><category term='Milton Glaser'/><category term='Stephen Koch'/><category term='The Hand'/><category term='books'/><category term='not books'/><category term='The Crow Road'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='immigration'/><category term='films'/><category term='The Color Purple'/><category term='Lysistrata Aristophanes satire Beardsley'/><category term='lying politicians'/><category term='the Last Emperor'/><category term='Orange Juice'/><category term='hell'/><category 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Asleep'/><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><category term='Red Shoes'/><category term='election'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Punchdrunk'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='Fish Tank'/><category term='kipple'/><category term='ripoffs'/><category term='Pablo Neruda'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='SE Hinton'/><category term='Valentino'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='La La La Human Steps'/><category term='Simon Reynolds'/><category term='The Bell Jar'/><category term='almost books'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Alice Walker'/><category term='entropy'/><category term='hats'/><category term='Iain Banks'/><category term='Drawing is Thinking'/><category term='Rat Girl'/><category term='Dracula'/><title type='text'>Bookcrossing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>226</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-1745378339687449459</id><published>2012-02-01T18:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T19:35:18.125Z</updated><title type='text'>Science-y</title><summary type='text'>I have another interview tomorrow. Might have another part time library job cataloguing art work, translating their titles from Latin and Catalan. I don't know Latin or Catalan - this is but a minor detail. Very excited about this. It is in a very cool place, a famous science research organisation with museum/gallery/library attached.Why is the world full of interesting stuff which is unpaid? I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/1745378339687449459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/02/science-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1745378339687449459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1745378339687449459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/02/science-y.html' title='Science-y'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-6984265587211896529</id><published>2012-01-27T17:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-27T17:26:12.738Z</updated><title type='text'>Criminal</title><summary type='text'>I ended up watching Above Suspicion and getting hooked. I don't generally like crime on TV because they always seem to be about somebody gruesomely murdering women - somehow this story has become mainstream and accessible, also a little bit sexy; just to compare, imagine if every time you turned the telly on it was a drama about some OAP or a kid being brutally killed, you'd find it a bit twisted</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/6984265587211896529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/criminal.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/6984265587211896529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/6984265587211896529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/criminal.html' title='Criminal'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-7766694369341483590</id><published>2012-01-22T22:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:31:11.386Z</updated><title type='text'>New blogs</title><summary type='text'>Two new blogs you should really add to your links. Or your reader. Or follow them, or whatever it is you do.Who's Your Daddy (quick, before he disappears again.)Some Miscommunication </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/7766694369341483590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-blogs.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7766694369341483590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7766694369341483590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-blogs.html' title='New blogs'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-3353500116715245650</id><published>2012-01-22T21:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T21:48:15.941Z</updated><title type='text'>Penguin crime</title><summary type='text'>Feeling pleased with myself for finally tracking down some Alan Aldridge Penguin covers (Alan Aldridge, famous for graphic design in the 60s and especially for the cover of the Beatles songbook and trippy 70s kids books like the Butterfly Ball.) Aren't they great?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/3353500116715245650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/penguin-crime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3353500116715245650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3353500116715245650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/penguin-crime.html' title='Penguin crime'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5u5TxoiOPcE/Txx9Y7UIRTI/AAAAAAAABow/40r1U8SOGA4/s72-c/aa%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-638773311128822740</id><published>2012-01-20T09:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T20:34:59.303Z</updated><title type='text'>Larkin</title><summary type='text'>Someone on Twitter mentioned Larkin and sent me on a search, which revealed this poem I didn't know before.  I like it because... well I'll let it speak for itself. It's not cynical, it's just insightful.Breadfruit  Boys dream of native girls who bring breadfruit,Whatever they are,As bribes to teach them how to executeSixteen sexual positions on the sand;This makes them join (the boys) the tennis</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/638773311128822740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/larkin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/638773311128822740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/638773311128822740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/larkin.html' title='Larkin'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-9095432449627756893</id><published>2012-01-18T09:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-18T10:43:54.348Z</updated><title type='text'>Hockney, again</title><summary type='text'>"Art history feels as if it has stopped because it doesn't know how to  deal with photography and therefore how to sort out today. But if you  just look at the history of images then it becomes much easier. For 500  years the church had social control because it was the main supplier of  images. You can point to Darwin, but social control moved with the  control of images in the early 19th </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/9095432449627756893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/hockney-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/9095432449627756893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/9095432449627756893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/hockney-again.html' title='Hockney, again'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-6267006239787342584</id><published>2012-01-15T12:34:00.019Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T18:33:54.004Z</updated><title type='text'>Graphic</title><summary type='text'>Inspired by Miscommunicant's post on books, I thought I should get back to books. Trouble is, my current book  is a bit like a Christmas pudding - rich, dense, with every ingredient, &amp;  a little of it goes a long way.I'm wishing for the easy pleasures of comics. I never was a huge comic reader, when I was young,  comic shops were the preserve of boys and not especially friendly to girls.  But was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/6267006239787342584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/graphic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/6267006239787342584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/6267006239787342584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/graphic.html' title='Graphic'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y479-LyfaL8/TxMW2-8KO5I/AAAAAAAABnw/DiAbKbUc0ac/s72-c/p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-3791753498212700662</id><published>2012-01-10T19:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T08:59:49.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Referrers</title><summary type='text'>Give us a job?*waves at bunnies* I will book at plane ticket out of here, pronto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/3791753498212700662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/referrers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3791753498212700662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3791753498212700662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/referrers.html' title='Referrers'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ffDgOicmmBs/TwyNsVGAI4I/AAAAAAAABnI/ySNi_d7UNgA/s72-c/christies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-7033458510581347630</id><published>2012-01-07T13:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-07T23:58:05.762Z</updated><title type='text'>Ladykillers</title><summary type='text'>A while back I stopped paying attention to planet Celeb in any way. Bread and Circuses, innit.But was genuinely quite saddened by Russell Brand and Katy Perry getting divorced. Not that it was unexpected, it was inevitable and that's what makes it depressing. Men like him are depressing. I mean, she is gorgeous, talented, successful, young. Fancied by many other people. Famous. She has that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/7033458510581347630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/ladykillers.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7033458510581347630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7033458510581347630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/ladykillers.html' title='Ladykillers'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-3147511658376900416</id><published>2012-01-04T16:38:00.007Z</published><updated>2012-01-04T16:47:28.907Z</updated><title type='text'>ONWARDS</title><summary type='text'>It feels very peculiar not to be back at work. It's not the triumph that people imagine. It would be if this was a hiatus before I started something new.Every night before I drop off to sleep I get a moment of PANIC - my conscience gives me a nudge (it's more like an electric cattle prod) saying "You've got no job! You've got no money! You've got a mortgage! You've got rent! What are you doing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/3147511658376900416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/onwards.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3147511658376900416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3147511658376900416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/onwards.html' title='ONWARDS'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-3860143708640241511</id><published>2012-01-02T23:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-02T23:03:01.977Z</updated><title type='text'>More lists</title><summary type='text'>Here. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/3860143708640241511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-lists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3860143708640241511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3860143708640241511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-lists.html' title='More lists'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-4742347878118809695</id><published>2011-12-31T10:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-31T10:28:00.377Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Sarah for showing me Maru and the mask. Just look at this ridiculous animal.Cats are just funny because unlike dogs, they have no sense of humour, so there's something Buster Keaton-like about them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/4742347878118809695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/4742347878118809695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/4742347878118809695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ofrSio_jZO0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-581589264939869641</id><published>2011-12-27T17:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:55:51.610Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>On Hockney</title><summary type='text'>I've posted on my neglected Cinderella blog, over here. (Warning - it's a long one.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/581589264939869641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-hockney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/581589264939869641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/581589264939869641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-hockney.html' title='On Hockney'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-5353921004018528592</id><published>2011-12-24T09:59:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T21:24:45.596Z</updated><title type='text'>Animals and Children</title><summary type='text'>Because that was an odd post to end the year on, I leave you with this as a Merry Christmas instead,  The Animals and Children Took To The Streets.The Animals and the Children took the Streets, Trailer from Paul Barritt` on Vimeo.It is a magical, breathtaking show that I've been trying to score tickets for since last year  when it sold out at the Battersea Arts Centre. Now it's on at the National</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/5353921004018528592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/12/animals-and-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/5353921004018528592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/5353921004018528592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/12/animals-and-children.html' title='Animals and Children'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RHDYDnhn4Fo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-859593152432246059</id><published>2011-12-18T21:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:19:54.169Z</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><summary type='text'>Oh I know it's early to be thinking about this, I'm just trying to ignore the whole next few festive days with dignity and look ahead, because they're really just an irrelevance to me - you hear that, rest of the world? You are IRRELEVANT TO ME.What are New Year's Resolutions meant to be for? Are they meant to be improving, or for pleasure? I don't know. Let's see.1. Get a job. This is a bit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/859593152432246059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/859593152432246059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/859593152432246059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-2268143202495944337</id><published>2011-12-17T17:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-17T17:55:31.378Z</updated><title type='text'>Two block linocut</title><summary type='text'>in which I struggle with Colour</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/2268143202495944337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-block-linocut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/2268143202495944337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/2268143202495944337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-block-linocut.html' title='Two block linocut'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-6102537636856967192</id><published>2011-12-11T12:09:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:30:01.366Z</updated><title type='text'>the end of books</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I met someone at a party that worked in the same bookshop in Holborn that I worked in 14 years ago - was a Books Etc, now a Waterstones. Apparently one of the guys I worked with is still there. It's quite amazing to think of it. I left for a job in the head office, trained as a TEFL teacher, moved to Spain, came back, did a PGCE, bought a flat, rented it out, left teaching...... all the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/6102537636856967192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-of-books.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/6102537636856967192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/6102537636856967192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-of-books.html' title='the end of books'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-1552212306479257582</id><published>2011-12-09T18:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-09T18:24:18.259Z</updated><title type='text'>Baaaaaaaaaaah, humbug</title><summary type='text'>Everyone is talking about the Christmas dinner, what food they're going to make, what booze they're going to buy, what music they're going to rig up in the hall... But me, I've got to the point where I hate everyone and everything, and only great force of will is getting me up out of bed to work in the mornings.I'm also avoiding the calls of the agency I signed up with. Jack keeps leaving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/1552212306479257582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/12/baaaaaaaaaaah-humbug.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1552212306479257582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1552212306479257582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/12/baaaaaaaaaaah-humbug.html' title='Baaaaaaaaaaah, humbug'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-3652713107928766038</id><published>2011-12-06T19:43:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-12-06T19:55:57.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Speaking truth to power</title><summary type='text'>When I was little I have a distinct memory of arguing about something with my dad. I think I was about 7. He was being an insufferable know-it-all about something and I wasn't having it. He said something like"I'm right because I know.""You don't know!" I said furiously. "You're not right! You're not God, you know."He roared with laughter. This phrase entered the family lexicon.I don't know where</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/3652713107928766038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/12/speaking-truth-to-power.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3652713107928766038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3652713107928766038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/12/speaking-truth-to-power.html' title='Speaking truth to power'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-826111258708130450</id><published>2011-12-03T21:01:00.010Z</published><updated>2011-12-04T08:52:04.893Z</updated><title type='text'>In scents</title><summary type='text'>In scents, get it? In sense... Incensed... incense... oh, please yourselves.This is a niche post, of interest only to fellow 'fume addicts. It is a meme I found on one of the gazillion perfume blogs out there. I tag Basic Beauty though because she needs to post more often.What are some of your strongest scent memories?  Leather seats in my dad’s car and Aramis aftershave. He used to pick us up at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/826111258708130450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-scents.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/826111258708130450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/826111258708130450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-scents.html' title='In scents'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tI_JkzhCP9Y/TtqPveuGQEI/AAAAAAAABf8/VJHWjwzqtaw/s72-c/fat%2Belectrician.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-7934183228782830960</id><published>2011-11-30T23:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-30T23:17:21.062Z</updated><title type='text'>Bears</title><summary type='text'>Dancing ones.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/7934183228782830960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/bears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7934183228782830960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7934183228782830960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/bears.html' title='Bears'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-6342673959779395555</id><published>2011-11-28T22:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:10:38.968Z</updated><title type='text'>Intern</title><summary type='text'>I have had about 10 emails from people offering work in my chosen new field. They've all been lovely, enthusiastic, friendly, helpful. And I want to agree to them all, it's right up my alley. One of them was in New York.  Another was a scheme at the BBC. And  I would a million times rather do them than supply teaching.Unfortunately it was all unpaid.If I didn't have to earn any money, I'd be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/6342673959779395555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/intern.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/6342673959779395555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/6342673959779395555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/intern.html' title='Intern'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-6524864631497749523</id><published>2011-11-27T12:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-27T18:18:12.941Z</updated><title type='text'>The most wonderful time of the year</title><summary type='text'>and other big fat lies.I would like to start an alternative campaign  for an anti-Christmas day. All singles, Jews &amp; atheists welcome to join me. We will have a pagan day of festivities and the transport and everything else will stay open. I will also get the gays and the Muslims to join in with me, they don't seem to bother with it much. They deal with it by ignoring it with dignity. **I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/6524864631497749523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/6524864631497749523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/6524864631497749523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='The most wonderful time of the year'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TpmiPbDkvBQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-8595346485341815980</id><published>2011-11-26T10:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-26T10:19:57.719Z</updated><title type='text'>Daemon</title><summary type='text'>Despite my pile of lovely new books, I'm working my way through Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials (again).  They're just good yarns.My favourite idea is that people have daemons, animals spirits which express a part of their nature. One of the baddies has a snake, for example, another has an evil golden monkey. It would make it very easy to suss out what a person is like right away, if we all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/8595346485341815980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/daemon.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/8595346485341815980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/8595346485341815980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/daemon.html' title='Daemon'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-8704080488336904555</id><published>2011-11-23T09:01:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-11-23T09:14:09.272Z</updated><title type='text'>rich not like us</title><summary type='text'>I idly signed up for a rich people's tutor agency, and they regularly send through jobs like this. I wouldn't go for it but it gives you an insight into a very different world.Live in nanny/tutor/study buddy for a lovely family in Moscow, starting as soon as possible:Looking after 6 year old boy, teaching him English and offering intellectual stimulationFamily looking for bright tutor, preferably</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/8704080488336904555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/rich-not-like-us.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/8704080488336904555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/8704080488336904555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/rich-not-like-us.html' title='rich not like us'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-1448261149060669023</id><published>2011-11-19T10:00:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-11-19T10:10:19.346Z</updated><title type='text'>Charity shop haul</title><summary type='text'>Must.  stop. buying. books.I was pleased to find the Sylvester Stewart (Sly Stone) autobiography but I'm a bit trepidatious to read it.Was burned by Bob Dylan's biography, and finding out your idol is just a flawed human being, capable of being a total shit, just like the rest of us.Here's one example of why I love Sly. Thankful N' Thoughtful, about still being glad to be alive when you've nearly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/1448261149060669023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/charity-shop-haul.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1448261149060669023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1448261149060669023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/charity-shop-haul.html' title='Charity shop haul'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SvuPglO_j0Y/Tsd-frFxpfI/AAAAAAAABfk/PDQ8hqkW9_I/s72-c/IMG_1219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-6707754922321494819</id><published>2011-11-15T21:35:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-11-15T21:51:06.320Z</updated><title type='text'>On not being scared of the dark</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-GB   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/6707754922321494819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-not-being-scared-of-dark.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/6707754922321494819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/6707754922321494819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-not-being-scared-of-dark.html' title='On not being scared of the dark'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-2979650791397169254</id><published>2011-11-13T16:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-13T16:30:39.187Z</updated><title type='text'>Unseasonal</title><summary type='text'>Is this what it's going to be like from now on? All the things we tell the children at school (summer = hot, dry, sunny; winter = cold, wet, dark...) are starting to sound quaint but all wrong, like some corny snowbound Christmas card scene.Remember Bonfire Night years ago? It was always freeeezing... I remember my fingers and toes turning to icicles as we waited with our toffee apples for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/2979650791397169254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/unseasonal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/2979650791397169254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/2979650791397169254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/unseasonal.html' title='Unseasonal'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2678/4200620700_0c746bc24d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-372077131028291612</id><published>2011-11-13T09:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-13T09:17:50.269Z</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><summary type='text'>I removed the last post because it seemed churlish, especially as I spent most of yesterday frantic because I thought one of my colleagues might have been knocked down and killed on Bow roundabout when I couldn't get hold of her on Facebook, text or voicemail.Turns out she was in the pub and was fine.   I guess I must care about them a bit after all.Also, why are the government and TfL so bloody </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/372077131028291612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/hmm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/372077131028291612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/372077131028291612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-4043188905796364860</id><published>2011-11-07T22:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-07T23:01:19.298Z</updated><title type='text'>Lyrical</title><summary type='text'>I was reading  the free Guardian book of short stories this morning  on the tube. First short story by William Trevor, apparently the master of the genre.Didn't like it.  It's the kind of writing that gets described as lyrical, which always sets alarm bells jangling.In the story, a woman discovers her married lover has left and returned to his wife and kids. Anything strike you about this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/4043188905796364860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/lyrical.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/4043188905796364860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/4043188905796364860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/lyrical.html' title='Lyrical'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-7163539719919330955</id><published>2011-11-06T12:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-06T12:02:04.296Z</updated><title type='text'>Bookish</title><summary type='text'>Ooh.  A new exhibition proposal (and vaguely book related, for all those who turn up here in the vain hope of finding a bookcrossing.)It is going to be in a bookshop in Broadway Market. And will feature prints inspired by our favourite books. This is the project I've been waiting for all my life.But can I think of an idea? No.What would choose as your favourite book, if you had to make the cover,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/7163539719919330955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/bookish.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7163539719919330955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7163539719919330955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/bookish.html' title='Bookish'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-1711222066259934630</id><published>2011-11-05T11:50:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-11-05T12:12:01.876Z</updated><title type='text'>What does it mean?</title><summary type='text'>I'm sick, my body's falling apart . Somebody shoot me and put me out of my misery, please.The fever is making me dream, well, feverishly.I dream about an old college friend I've lost touch with. In real life she's married with two kids, living in Brighton. In my dream, she is still a lodger in a ramshackle old house that she lived in as  a student, it belongs to her friends' parents (hmmm...) and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/1711222066259934630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-does-it-mean.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1711222066259934630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1711222066259934630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-does-it-mean.html' title='What does it mean?'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-1426487155863675223</id><published>2011-11-01T20:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-02T05:57:13.644Z</updated><title type='text'>Controversial</title><summary type='text'>Grayson Perry seems like a nice man, he's quite charismatic and interesting, but I don't like what he does much at all. He just makes big pots and then transfers pictures onto them.There seems no real craftsmanship or innovation or ideas, it's like the art world has just gone 'Craft! Edgy craft! Craft with edge! Transvestism! How very, very cutting edge, my dear!"  And hence the Turner prize &amp; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/1426487155863675223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/controversial.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1426487155863675223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1426487155863675223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/11/controversial.html' title='Controversial'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-1121275506662549071</id><published>2011-10-31T22:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:24:57.117Z</updated><title type='text'>the C word</title><summary type='text'>As a last twist of the knife before I'm released from torture, have just found out I have to produce the traditional Xmas * extravaganza before I go. Yes. The end of the year, final production, an all singing, all dancing version of A Christmas Carol.  (I know it doesn't sound that big a deal but honestly, Francis Ford Coppola having a breakdown filming Apocalypse Now in the midst of the jungle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/1121275506662549071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/10/c-word.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1121275506662549071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1121275506662549071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/10/c-word.html' title='the C word'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-5204155929036459801</id><published>2011-10-30T09:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-10-30T11:12:44.162Z</updated><title type='text'>Healthy</title><summary type='text'>The folks insisted on sending me for a health check.  It's good to have an MOT when you get to my advanced age so I went along with it.Reasons to be smug:Good cholesterol levels, despite the addiction to crisps.  Rah!Less lardy than I thought ("You have a lovely pear shape" cooed the doctor. Great, thanks.)Relatively fit, though I take no exercise whatsoever. At least this hateful job is good for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/5204155929036459801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/10/healthy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/5204155929036459801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/5204155929036459801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/10/healthy.html' title='Healthy'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-3620062580141825887</id><published>2011-10-29T10:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T11:13:18.554+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On striking</title><summary type='text'>There's another coming up on 30th November (which is very welcome as this term is an 8 weeker with no bank holidays in sight - most of us will be the walking dead by Christmas).Much as I like the odd day off, having breakfast with my colleagues in E Pellici's (they took the piss out of my homemade banner last time - "You're a teacher, I thought you were s'posed to be good with the Blue Peter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/3620062580141825887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-striking.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3620062580141825887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3620062580141825887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-striking.html' title='On striking'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-7638601928579432319</id><published>2011-10-25T18:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T18:38:10.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't follow me, I'm lost *</title><summary type='text'>Half term holiday. Thinking...The next resignation date is 31st October at the latest.   Maybe now is not the best time to be walking away from a guaranteed permanent job, with the world going into financial meltdown and all, but in everyone's life there comes a time when you have to say... fuck this shit.I'm half anxious, half euphoric. Whatever happens in January could be better, could be worse</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/7638601928579432319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-follow-me-im-lost.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7638601928579432319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7638601928579432319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-follow-me-im-lost.html' title='Don&apos;t follow me, I&apos;m lost *'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-2125051511228028355</id><published>2011-10-16T14:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T14:11:50.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On traffiking</title><summary type='text'>"The officers who arrived saw that the 3 bedroomed house was no regular property. Steel bars shielded its windows, an iron gate guarded a reinforced front door. Inside, a generous network of CCTV cameras monitored its corridors. The solid steel entrance 'looked like a police cell door'. Whoever owned the place was either paranoid of intruders or keen to keep people from escaping."from utterly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/2125051511228028355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-traffiking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/2125051511228028355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/2125051511228028355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-traffiking.html' title='On traffiking'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-2972681205650804037</id><published>2011-10-15T10:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T10:29:18.999+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinker, tailor update</title><summary type='text'>Still reading the book, and getting irate...The film excised all the women out of it.  In the film, you can just about see Smiley's wife, out of focus (I don't think you see her face.) But in the book there are definitely scenes with her talking to Smiley. She's a vital character. And Kathy Burke's character is much older and more knowledgeable in the book. Nor does she say (as in the film) "I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/2972681205650804037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/10/tinker-tailor-update.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/2972681205650804037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/2972681205650804037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/10/tinker-tailor-update.html' title='Tinker, tailor update'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-8433427495712511713</id><published>2011-10-09T20:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:00:12.827+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Black dog vs Cakes</title><summary type='text'>I am trying very hard not to be depressed at the moment, but things are really fucking awful. (This is the external world as much as my internal little world that no one else can see - was it always this bad, or did I just not notice? I grew up in the 70s, there were bodies unburied, 3 day weeks, power cuts, the National Front, Margaret Thatcher, disgusting food - but it didn't seem as bad as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/8433427495712511713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/10/black-dog-vs-cakes.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/8433427495712511713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/8433427495712511713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/10/black-dog-vs-cakes.html' title='Black dog vs Cakes'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-232335436819065985</id><published>2011-10-04T21:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T21:38:16.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy*</title><summary type='text'>Despite the Vast Obscene Array of British Acting Talent (John Hurt, Toby Jones, Gary Oldman, Tom Hardy, Cieran Hinds, Benedict Cumberbatch, Colin Firth, Mark Strong, honorary boy Kathy Burke) it didn't blow me away as expected.It was very classy, very slow burn (a weirdly zen &amp; meditative pace for a thriller, we all confessed to drifting off at points and losing the plot).But the book is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/232335436819065985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/10/tinker-tailor-soldier-spy.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/232335436819065985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/232335436819065985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/10/tinker-tailor-soldier-spy.html' title='Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy*'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-4895323222506903034</id><published>2011-10-02T10:44:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T10:56:49.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio 4</title><summary type='text'>Schedule:6.00 am - 9.00 am John Humphreys shouting at someone in Westminster. Something about Michael Gove which will make me hurl the radio out the window.9.00 am - 12.00 pm The Archers.Join us on the farm in Ambridge as Wurzel &amp; Peg worry about the sukebind crop. Something about pigs. Something about 'A' levels. Something about fraud, rape, incest, and arson which will somehow end up sounding </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/4895323222506903034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/10/radio-4.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/4895323222506903034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/4895323222506903034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/10/radio-4.html' title='Radio 4'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-7087159218937254747</id><published>2011-09-27T22:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T22:18:54.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More scents</title><summary type='text'>Let us not speak of work. At the moment, it's unspeakable.To distract myself  (yes, it's like being in a sand-trap - you spend money to cheer yourself up, because you don't like your work, thus trapping you in a cycle of working to earn money then spending it as a reward for spending your time working instead of doing something fulfilling - THAT'S CAPITALISM) I've bought more perfume. We'll see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/7087159218937254747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/09/more-scents.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7087159218937254747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7087159218937254747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/09/more-scents.html' title='More scents'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-4190538366610707603</id><published>2011-09-24T14:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T14:14:46.128+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adopt a peer</title><summary type='text'>DO IT! DO IT NOW!!Save the NHS, before it goes down the toilet. You know it makes sense.I've done it. You can do it too! You can email, but letter is better.Here's mine. You can cut &amp; paste too.Dear Lord.... I am writing to you regarding the Health and Social Care Bill currently being debated in the House of Lords.    The NHS has provided care for myself, my family and my friends from the cradle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/4190538366610707603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/09/adopt-peer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/4190538366610707603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/4190538366610707603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/09/adopt-peer.html' title='Adopt a peer'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-5549855934018456522</id><published>2011-09-11T15:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T15:51:01.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rare victory</title><summary type='text'>for common sense. And one in the eye for hypocrisy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/5549855934018456522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/09/rare-victory.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/5549855934018456522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/5549855934018456522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/09/rare-victory.html' title='Rare victory'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-7341565434481778037</id><published>2011-09-10T10:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T10:58:08.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In defence of shopping</title><summary type='text'>I know I'm meant to like Suzanne Moore, everyone else on the internet seems to (and back in the day, when we used to read the New Statesmen for A level Sociology, she was one of the few women writing for it and I did use to like her writing.)  There's just something insufferably smug and sweeping statement leader-writer about her. This article is a prime example.  "I don't like shopping so nobody</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/7341565434481778037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-defence-of-shopping.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7341565434481778037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7341565434481778037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-defence-of-shopping.html' title='In defence of shopping'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-2024031014031798165</id><published>2011-09-04T20:21:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:50:45.971+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts</title><summary type='text'>I don't know what it is but I keep seeing ghosts from the past. Superstitious me wonders what does it all mean?  When surfing around I come across a name that I recognise commenting on someone else's site. Sure enough, when I click through she turns out to be the mum of a girl (woman now) that I went to Camden Girls with. I'd remembered her mum's name nearly 25 years later because she was the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/2024031014031798165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/09/ghosts.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/2024031014031798165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/2024031014031798165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/09/ghosts.html' title='Ghosts'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-8574714873073596386</id><published>2011-08-30T19:24:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:51:24.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><summary type='text'>Bridesmaids was disappointing, maybe because of the big hype. A film with women! Funny women! Women being funny! Who'd have thought it?Trouble was it just wasn't that funny, in fact I found it a bit depressing. Too women's magazine in its conception.  Let us count the cliches:Woman upset and envious about her best friend getting married (nb not about her being in a happy relationship, she's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/8574714873073596386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/friends.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/8574714873073596386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/8574714873073596386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-6231078635258727407</id><published>2011-08-25T20:53:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:01:17.034+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the man of my dreams</title><summary type='text'>I met the man of my dreams.* (When I say 'met', I mean, ordered a drink from him.)He works in a pub.  A very nice, proper pub. With a beer garden. A pub which has two beautiful little silver cats. A pub the other side of London. He was very cute, and not too young. After his shift ended, he came into the beer garden, but was instantly surrounded by very giggly happy twenty-something girls, all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/6231078635258727407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/man-of-my-dreams.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/6231078635258727407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/6231078635258727407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/man-of-my-dreams.html' title='the man of my dreams'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-4552783357081772999</id><published>2011-08-17T16:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:10:50.004+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hats'/><title type='text'>Crap girly post</title><summary type='text'>So I write cross posts about politics and how I hate my job,  but what I secretly really enjoy reading on blogs these days is girly stuff about fashion and nice places to shop.Enough of boring posts about politics! Let us embrace the world of nice things, and you know, stuff.So autumn is on the way and all the dark autumn colours are back in the shops already. Same colours every year, like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/4552783357081772999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/crap-girly-post.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/4552783357081772999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/4552783357081772999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/crap-girly-post.html' title='Crap girly post'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QEINltLiNOM/TkGJKyOcywI/AAAAAAAABY4/EIotv9jfGak/s72-c/hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-8588522792794220683</id><published>2011-08-16T13:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T22:15:38.455+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention spa-</title><summary type='text'>Don't get people who are all 'oh no I have no time to write blogs' yet seem to spend all day long on Facebook or Twitter.You know, if you joined up all those 140 words &amp; status updates &amp; comments you'd written all day long, they'd make a blog post?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/8588522792794220683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/attention-spa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/8588522792794220683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/8588522792794220683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/attention-spa.html' title='Attention spa-'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-1953692077076740950</id><published>2011-08-14T18:58:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:49:01.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parfum</title><summary type='text'>Another girly post. Look away now if you prefer reading about hunting bears or whatever it is you boys do.It is a sad legacy of smoking on and off since I was 13 that I now have a rubbish sense of smell and an insensitive palate.I wish I had a better sense of smell because I really love perfume. Not much of a makeup person but nothing in the world makes you feel better than smelling gorgeous.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/1953692077076740950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/parfum.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1953692077076740950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1953692077076740950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/parfum.html' title='Parfum'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-647168108298249893</id><published>2011-08-13T16:11:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:15:24.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedside Bookstack</title><summary type='text'>Before I was so rudely interrupted by the whole country berserking like Vikings, I was writing on the important matter of my bedside bookstack, which is getting out of control.Here are the other beauties that I must read before I buy any more books:Hammer Glamour by Marcus Hearn.This was a very welcome birthday present from our lovely friend Cat from my wishlist. As Sarah pointed out in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/647168108298249893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/bedside-bookstack.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/647168108298249893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/647168108298249893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/bedside-bookstack.html' title='Bedside Bookstack'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5NqBh14zCD8/TkaVerurAvI/AAAAAAAABZA/BC2ThbkQpOs/s72-c/hg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-1106809729130397030</id><published>2011-08-10T18:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T18:47:36.805+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On the police</title><summary type='text'>Who was telling the police to hang back? In TV interviews in Hackney, for example, a man said that his chemist shop was looted and he was threatened by rioters with sticks, meanwhile the police were watching from a few feet away. In Tottenham the looters were left to get on with it with minimal police prescence all through the night. There were more examples, but this is a blog not a newspaper </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/1106809729130397030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-police.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1106809729130397030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1106809729130397030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-police.html' title='On the police'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-3823435452843842917</id><published>2011-08-08T21:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T21:28:24.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'>London burning</title><summary type='text'>I went back to the flat for the first time in a year, to let the British Gas man in for my tenants.  It's in a quiet part of Hackney, near Victoria Park. They didn't have a TV or radio so I didn't know the latest. But when I went to the little corner shop, bored of waiting for the gas man, a man burst in and said breathlessly to the shopkeepers "You gonna close your shutters? It's all kicking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/3823435452843842917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/london-burning.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3823435452843842917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3823435452843842917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/london-burning.html' title='London burning'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-322554180671576375</id><published>2011-08-06T11:18:00.018+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T17:29:42.309+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing in the face of the Kindle</title><summary type='text'>I am not allowed to buy any more books until I've read these books...The London Nobody Knows - this was a made into a fabulous film with James Mason, featuring crumbling music halls, street markets, meths drinkers and Italian cafes, if you ever get the chance. Very beautiful and moving.  Thought it would be a paperback I could read in the bath but it's a giant hardback. I prefer paperbacks (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/322554180671576375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/laughing-in-face-of-kindle.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/322554180671576375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/322554180671576375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/laughing-in-face-of-kindle.html' title='Laughing in the face of the Kindle'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hDynUtT0bDg/Tj1rxOFrSgI/AAAAAAAABYg/od5nwe6b0Ns/s72-c/op.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-4663908675555757166</id><published>2011-08-04T18:46:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T11:17:07.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On gentrification</title><summary type='text'>One of things we love about Berlin is the area that we stay in (Prenzlauer Berg, and can I just point you in the direction of Brilliant Apartments, who lived up to their name).It is like bliss, like heaven - if you could make a blueprint for what would please us in a neighbourhood, you'd come up with something like Prenzlauer Berg - pretty streets, wide pavements, parks &amp; greenery, plenty of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/4663908675555757166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-gentrification.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/4663908675555757166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/4663908675555757166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-gentrification.html' title='On gentrification'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-3492145659078412294</id><published>2011-07-31T22:47:00.038+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T11:50:18.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie meme</title><summary type='text'>1 Movie you love with a passion.Time Bandits.2. Movie you vow to never watch.Carrie. Because the cover of the book gave me nightmares when I was a kid - I used to run past it on the shelves in Woolworths with my hands over my eyes.3. Movie that literally left you speechless.Mulholland Drive. Also frightened, shaken &amp; freaked out, in a good way.4. Movie you always recommend.The Big Easy, because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/3492145659078412294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/07/movie-meme.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3492145659078412294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3492145659078412294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/07/movie-meme.html' title='Movie meme'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rM0vyme9_Gc/TjXQ2dYkL1I/AAAAAAAABXw/yMgppgmpyXc/s72-c/DS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-3138711559837741778</id><published>2011-07-30T13:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T13:22:59.041+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark side of Twitter</title><summary type='text'>I am quite enjoying Twitter, though I don't think I have the right kind of approach for it to really work for me (the right kind of approach seems to be almost continual updates &amp; lots of interaction.)  I enjoy the chance to follow people without being compelled to comment, which is different from blogs.Yesterday made me pause. One of the people I follow, a popular, prolific woman (who doesn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/3138711559837741778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/07/dark-side-of-twitter.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3138711559837741778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3138711559837741778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/07/dark-side-of-twitter.html' title='Dark side of Twitter'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-9200735661180709375</id><published>2011-07-29T19:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T19:19:53.141+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sword of truth</title><summary type='text'> Here are my weapons of mass instruction, courtesy of Amazon.Bring it!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/9200735661180709375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/07/sword-of-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/9200735661180709375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/9200735661180709375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/07/sword-of-truth.html' title='Sword of truth'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-50IqOQIm0PI/TjL4u8WGacI/AAAAAAAABXY/LtuaKp-Fusc/s72-c/2079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-7038935670168609172</id><published>2011-07-27T11:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T11:22:56.547+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Berlin</title><summary type='text'>It's never long enough.   Thanks to Susanna for keeping us company, it was fabulous.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/7038935670168609172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/07/berlin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7038935670168609172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7038935670168609172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/07/berlin.html' title='Berlin'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-7987466388287543458</id><published>2011-07-21T20:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T14:15:16.659+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An honest opinion</title><summary type='text'>I had an interview for a two year Fine Art course at City Lit.I'd love to do a foundation degree but you can't really do them part time.This is the first time I've shown my work to anyone, seeking an opinion. (At the studio they just teach us techniques but never offer criticism.)But they are lovely and positive. Also direct and honest. They tell me they like my work and my ideas. I've got a good</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/7987466388287543458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/07/honest-opinion.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7987466388287543458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7987466388287543458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/07/honest-opinion.html' title='An honest opinion'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-3282401760810515030</id><published>2011-07-18T17:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T18:02:23.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Referrer</title><summary type='text'>Ok, hands up. Who's the closet MP amongst you?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/3282401760810515030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/07/referrer.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3282401760810515030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3282401760810515030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/07/referrer.html' title='Referrer'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjfklsP9_L8/TiRnFK4kGGI/AAAAAAAABWw/6vK-_4eojyY/s72-c/referrer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-1915465578275248918</id><published>2011-07-17T20:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:44:29.513+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ripoffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punchdrunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arcola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><title type='text'>I send a cross email</title><summary type='text'>This looks very much my cup of tea. A spectacular theatre company putting on an immersive production with an exciting theatre, in an East London house.Unfortunately, the run finished an hour ago.Which is particularly unlucky as I signed up for the Arcola's mailing list months ago and I actually paid £20 to join bloody Punchdrunk's bloody mailing list. Have either of them ever emailed me with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/1915465578275248918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-send-cross-email.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1915465578275248918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1915465578275248918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-send-cross-email.html' title='I send a cross email'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-2187001453396432663</id><published>2011-07-09T09:52:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T01:19:47.304+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Militant atheism</title><summary type='text'>Update: thanks to LC for the picture.I was thinking of getting in touch with Richard Dawkins but it appears he's buggered off to America. His educational foundation, which might have saved us, seems to be all in the States.If my school is anything to go by, there's a crisis going on in primary education, and it is this: RE is a statutory part of the curriculum, and science teaching is very, very,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/2187001453396432663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/07/militant-atheism.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/2187001453396432663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/2187001453396432663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/07/militant-atheism.html' title='Militant atheism'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9Aut9VhVlI/ThsxybNgs2I/AAAAAAAABTY/F0ppyvWTuMI/s72-c/SCIENCE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-7346860937455404980</id><published>2011-07-01T17:15:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T19:29:07.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I suffer for my art</title><summary type='text'>Anyway, enough of all that tedious shit. My print is nearly finished,  check it out here.If you're in Leytonstone, (and why wouldn't you be? It's lovely) you can see my mobile hanging from the ceiling in the kid's section of the library as part of the Leytonstone Arts Trail, as one part of Create, the East London Arts festival.I had to go up a ladder to hang it from a light fixture because the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/7346860937455404980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-suffer-for-my-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7346860937455404980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7346860937455404980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-suffer-for-my-art.html' title='I suffer for my art'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-907750526510413811</id><published>2011-06-30T18:35:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T17:45:30.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Greedy</title><summary type='text'>What terrible thing did we do today? We went on strike to protect our pensions.But isn't the government asking people to save for their retirement?Yes, yes they are.Out of their wages?Yes, I believe so.And isn't it a bit like Robert Maxwell thieving the pension funds of hardworking normal people through his own financial mismanagement?Yes, it is. How perceptive you are. But other people are worse</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/907750526510413811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/greedy.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/907750526510413811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/907750526510413811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/greedy.html' title='Greedy'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izutrFi39DY/TgzCaH03GeI/AAAAAAAABS4/fRoZkgqUAvo/s72-c/strike%2B4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-5374900032250888875</id><published>2011-06-27T09:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T22:00:28.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seagull</title><summary type='text'>The good thing about being ignorant of the theatre is going to see famous plays and not knowing the plot.  We saw Seagull at the Arcola (a new translation of Chekov's The Seagull, they'd modernly dropped 'The' - I suggested they could have added an exclamation mark too, like this - 'Seagull!'  And maybe some song &amp; dance routines to liven it up?)It was good to watch it without knowing the story </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/5374900032250888875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/seagull.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/5374900032250888875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/5374900032250888875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/seagull.html' title='Seagull'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-983997890191112811</id><published>2011-06-19T17:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:20:13.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Non fiction</title><summary type='text'>Thanks, One Fine Weasel, for drawing attention to this.   What is it about literary canons that make you simultaneously scorn them but also go 'I read that! I read that!'See below for the ones I did read. I think I used to be more intellectually curious because I read a few when I was too young to really get them. These days I just want ENTERTAINMENT.(Need to read more science, clearly.  That's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/983997890191112811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/non-fiction.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/983997890191112811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/983997890191112811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/non-fiction.html' title='Non fiction'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-3103241741692110789</id><published>2011-06-18T16:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:15:41.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoetching</title><summary type='text'>Here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/3103241741692110789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/photoetching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3103241741692110789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3103241741692110789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/photoetching.html' title='Photoetching'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-8866704453092691429</id><published>2011-06-17T17:58:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T18:12:00.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridesmaid torture</title><summary type='text'>Looking over someone else's shoulder on the tube at a review of a film called Bridesmaids, I had a sudden horrible flashback to my bridesmaid experience.According to my stepmother, I once mentioned in passing that I wanted to be a bridesmaid (nb I have no recollection of this) and she never ever forgot it.So at age 13, at my most terribly shy and self-conscious, the beginning of the years when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/8866704453092691429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/bridesmaid-torture.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/8866704453092691429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/8866704453092691429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/bridesmaid-torture.html' title='Bridesmaid torture'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-924035173139344958</id><published>2011-06-13T06:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T23:15:00.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Ink</title><summary type='text'>Over hereAnd here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/924035173139344958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/adventures-in-ink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/924035173139344958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/924035173139344958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/adventures-in-ink.html' title='Adventures in Ink'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-5943571909725374765</id><published>2011-06-10T22:41:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:13:15.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm firemen</title><summary type='text'>Walking out of work, I see a fire engine parked up outside a local tower block. There's a smoky scent in the air, but no smoke, no fire.I cut around the back of the flats to get to the bus stop when lo! There are firemen, actual firemen, a whole posse of them, in their lovely reflective uniforms and helmets, walking out of the building.(One of our school trips is to visit a fire station, where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/5943571909725374765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/mmm-firemen.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/5943571909725374765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/5943571909725374765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/mmm-firemen.html' title='Mmm firemen'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-1110141889035327706</id><published>2011-06-10T07:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T19:19:52.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions for couples</title><summary type='text'>Do you speak about your other half at work? Do you use 'we' when you're talking?  Do you ever talk about your relationship with your colleagues or your friends? How soon before meeting a new person do you mention your partner?I'm curious. And intrigued.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/1110141889035327706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/questions-for-couples.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1110141889035327706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1110141889035327706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/questions-for-couples.html' title='Questions for couples'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-2642260282755361485</id><published>2011-06-09T22:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:12:17.531+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pucci</title><summary type='text'>top &amp; skirt, a photo by Slaminsky on Flickr.Did I mention finding a vintage 60s Pucci suit for four quid in a charity shop? I think I did on Twitter. Don't like to repeat myself but it was exciting. Not a label whore but this was like finding a little bit of sixties history.  It says minis &amp; bubble cars, Julie Christie and swinging London.Now, keep or sell? It's not really me, but it's not going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/2642260282755361485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/pucci.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/2642260282755361485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/2642260282755361485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/pucci.html' title='Pucci'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3579/5771285546_0a2d9bcfb1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-1537428913045752521</id><published>2011-06-08T19:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:32:06.381+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsistent Tits</title><summary type='text'>It's a scandal! We've uncovered some kind of terrible twisted conspiracy in this country - the madness must stop.Thanks, Arabella, for alerting me to this interesting bit of research on What Katie Did. We always knew shops had no standard size for women's clothes, but check out the stats for bras here. Absolutely ludicrous. They're trying to drive us insane, like the husband in Gaslight, by means</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/1537428913045752521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/inconsistent-tits.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1537428913045752521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1537428913045752521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/inconsistent-tits.html' title='Inconsistent Tits'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--TntL3vmGek/Te-_jQVDQJI/AAAAAAAABOw/OAVCdk6_iAM/s72-c/wkd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-2508479589196707043</id><published>2011-06-05T15:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T15:12:56.929+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bras, again</title><summary type='text'>Someone told me something revelatory about bras today. At least, it was a revelation to me, and I will share it with you, dear reader. It has only taken about 30 years to get this.Cup size is only related to the back measurement. So within the measurement of 34 cm, there is an A, B, C, D and E cup. The same for a 30 cm, 32, cm, etc etc.CUP SIZES HAVE NO RELATIONSHIP TO OTHER CUP SIZES.   E cups </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/2508479589196707043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/bras-again.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/2508479589196707043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/2508479589196707043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/bras-again.html' title='Bras, again'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-6571714375409831874</id><published>2011-06-02T22:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T23:34:08.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviewing Tracey</title><summary type='text'>'It's pretty difficult for me to do drawings not about me and about someone else.' *So I went to the Tracey Emin show at the Hayward -( can I just take this moment to big up the Art Fund card, which is very handy if you go to lots of exhibitions, a lot of them are expensive).I didn't know whether to go or not. Because I always had a certain sympathetic interest, ever since catching 'Why I Never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/6571714375409831874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/reviewing-tracey.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/6571714375409831874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/6571714375409831874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/06/reviewing-tracey.html' title='Reviewing Tracey'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-4740424888379895775</id><published>2011-05-31T18:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:36:12.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex workers collective</title><summary type='text'>Apparently they are bringing back the Playboy Bunny clubs (but attempting to disassociate themselves from the founder, because that image is sleazy, rather than classy. Right.)It made me think - wherever there are strip clubs, and beautiful young girls, somewhere in the background you always find an ugly old man making money out of them. It doesn't seem right or fair.  Their youth and good looks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/4740424888379895775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/sex-workers-collective.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/4740424888379895775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/4740424888379895775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/sex-workers-collective.html' title='Sex workers collective'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Yfkt41yUpE/TeUm8ycIvWI/AAAAAAAABOc/56EGyRUmcNQ/s72-c/nw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-172589734720643791</id><published>2011-05-27T13:06:00.040+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T15:04:35.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Book meme</title><summary type='text'>I saw this in Stylist, a free women's magazine that I actually quite like. They asked the questions of Mariella Frostrup (I find her irritating, sorry Mariella, especially her gobbledygook agony column in the Guardian) but I thought this would make a good book meme, as some of the categories are a little bit different. Take it &amp; run with it!The book that takes me back to my rootsI haven't really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/172589734720643791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/book-meme.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/172589734720643791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/172589734720643791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/book-meme.html' title='Book meme'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-mzsFLwQUA/Td-lhCZAvCI/AAAAAAAABOE/xpZ64Wghv38/s72-c/tiger.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-1469825227272706906</id><published>2011-05-25T17:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T17:41:08.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mojo working again</title><summary type='text'>Phew! It came to me not in the bath or doing the dishes like Annie said, but on the bus. Buses are the best, aren't they?Hoorah!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/1469825227272706906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/mojo-working-again.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1469825227272706906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1469825227272706906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/mojo-working-again.html' title='Mojo working again'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-1848279421027142533</id><published>2011-05-22T22:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T07:01:08.544+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I kick it?</title><summary type='text'>No I can't.Just got back from initial meeting about the V&amp;A exhibition. Before I was just mildly panicking but now I'm truly freaking. Seriously, it's too hard, too complex for my poor tiny non-art-school trained non-conceptual brain to cope with.  (To be fair, apparently lots more experienced/well-known &amp; famous people were scratching their heads over this one. It is not a simple idea like the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/1848279421027142533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/can-i-kick-it.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1848279421027142533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1848279421027142533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/can-i-kick-it.html' title='Can I kick it?'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-1045036424930067591</id><published>2011-05-17T21:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:50:58.142+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tedious meetings</title><summary type='text'>Arse-numbing soul-sapping pointless fuckwitted tedious meetings? On child-sized chairs? Of no use to man nor beast? Every week?Let us compile of list of things to while away the time, without drawing attention to oneself. It can only be of benefit to everyone, surely I can't be the only one. (The phrase 'let's not, and say we did' comes into my mind regularly every Tuesday afternoon.)Doodling, or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/1045036424930067591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/tedious-meetings.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1045036424930067591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1045036424930067591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/tedious-meetings.html' title='Tedious meetings'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-5568012225124819141</id><published>2011-05-15T10:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:26:28.688+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Little white lies</title><summary type='text'>One of the kids I work with came out with one of those unanswerable questions they throw at you every so often.I'm trying to drill them in subtraction strategies in advance of the SATS next week but they're much more interested in telling me about their cousin's wedding, the programme they saw on TV, what they intend to spend their birthday money on, etc... One of their cousins goes to college. "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/5568012225124819141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-white-lies.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/5568012225124819141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/5568012225124819141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-white-lies.html' title='Little white lies'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-1091495822463457750</id><published>2011-05-13T21:08:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:38:19.732+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Freudian</title><summary type='text'>You are probably heartily sick of these by now but I thought I'd share these photos taken in situ by professional photographer Neil Juggins of the exhibition.  (It was in Anna Freud's bedroom, I couldn't take pictures because they were roped off, so this makes me happy. ) Anyway I like 'em.My 'installation' is off next on a little jaunt to this year's Leytonstone Art Trail, where it will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/1091495822463457750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/freudian.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1091495822463457750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/1091495822463457750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/freudian.html' title='Freudian'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Be0bwTGwCzY/Tc2SxgkrYUI/AAAAAAAABNc/81wMsUzHjKM/s72-c/freud%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-5957885465831419084</id><published>2011-05-12T19:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:45:07.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Book doctor</title><summary type='text'>Number 1 nephew does not like books - that is, he doesn't like fiction. (This is baffling to me. How can we be related?) He likes facts &amp; figures, science especially. He needs help with his writing - I don't know why kids are always forced to write if they don't like it, we're not all born to be novelists, just like we're not all born to be plumbers or accountants or athletes, but he'll still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/5957885465831419084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/book-doctor.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/5957885465831419084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/5957885465831419084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/book-doctor.html' title='Book doctor'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-424424118628913852</id><published>2011-05-09T20:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T21:01:22.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sluts</title><summary type='text'>There, that got your interest, didn't it? Ha!Just wanted to point your attention to this. I like Rosamund Urwin.  She writes about the business markets and about girly stuff like fashion in the Standard, with equal fluency.Nothing more to add, just that I agree with her.   I like the girls dressing how they like to make a point. I don't think we should adopt this language though, even to try &amp; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/424424118628913852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/sluts.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/424424118628913852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/424424118628913852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/sluts.html' title='Sluts'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-3283569758292543045</id><published>2011-05-08T13:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T13:02:45.445+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless</title><summary type='text'>The spring is making me restless. Stay or go? I know really I don't want to teach abroad though, I just want to live abroad. Having a nice time and not working.I could move here in London, just to shake it up, though I love my peaceful, lovely quiet house and lovely peaceful quiet bedroom. A friend (not from London, doesn't have any ideas or preconceptions or London allegiances) has just bought a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/3283569758292543045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/restless.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3283569758292543045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3283569758292543045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/restless.html' title='Restless'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62dcDputVTk/TcWiWTIFHuI/AAAAAAAABMc/xh46NtbNhvI/s72-c/IMG_0835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-8657532012836376332</id><published>2011-05-05T06:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T16:01:10.787+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hangover Square'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patrick Hamilton'/><title type='text'>Hangover Square</title><summary type='text'>It's about an unemployed, sociopathic alcoholic, in unrequited love with a heartless bitch who uses him, set in the late 30s as the country is just about to go to war. Beautiful writing but painful to read, it's unutterably depressing, hopeless and despairing. It's like he takes a knife, digs it into you and then keeps twisting it a little bit deeper. It's a good book but...  Do not recommend, (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/8657532012836376332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/hangover-square.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/8657532012836376332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/8657532012836376332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/hangover-square.html' title='Hangover Square'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-7363109714698088995</id><published>2011-05-03T22:00:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T20:43:11.875+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milton Glaser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Betty Edwards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drawing is Thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frank Wilson'/><title type='text'>Life drawing</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of a lovely mate who works there, I did life drawing in the RA. The RA!!!  I can't get over it.* It's the art geeks' equivalent of running out onto Wembley Stadium. Turner, Blake, Constable. Me.I thought the room would be a big old draughty intimidating hall, but it was small, ramshackle &amp; cosy, with those curved benches that you get in medical lecture rooms. And a great model (I believe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/7363109714698088995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-drawing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7363109714698088995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7363109714698088995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-drawing.html' title='Life drawing'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KofKA2kSbac/TcBzLDH1aDI/AAAAAAAABL8/8Igz8dDfGWw/s72-c/picasso-les-cavaliers-dombre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-5631297059398851396</id><published>2011-05-01T11:55:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T12:09:01.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>State of the nation</title><summary type='text'>Tim posted this on Facebook (thanks Tim). It is so perfect, it's like watching a play. (It does in fact remind me strongly of Josef K that we saw at the Gate recently, a modern version of Kafka's The Trial.) Both very funny,in an absurdist way, and also deeply upsetting.Everyone involved seems very young, from the political activists to the police (I must be getting old now that police seem young</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/5631297059398851396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/state-of-nation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/5631297059398851396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/5631297059398851396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/05/state-of-nation.html' title='State of the nation'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UscFYYCKOxg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-3333587121845064337</id><published>2011-04-29T18:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T18:57:48.642+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearly found a contender...</title><summary type='text'>The trials of shopping. Look, it looks good from the front... but then...hello bra!Shame, it is a nice print.  (Hello bra, again.),Back to the drawing board. Going to Brighton tomorrow. They have shops there too, right?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/3333587121845064337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/04/nearly-found-contender.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3333587121845064337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3333587121845064337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/04/nearly-found-contender.html' title='Nearly found a contender...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--BIRYuqznhQ/Tbr7X1XQ12I/AAAAAAAABLk/uIWRVVub5Dc/s72-c/2063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-2974606577808719149</id><published>2011-04-28T19:40:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T18:58:35.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><summary type='text'>I don't know why I bore you with this. I keep a journal of sorts  &amp; should confine it there, but thoughts become clearer when you write them in Blogger, for some reason.  I guess when you try and explain things to other people really you're clarifying them to yourself.I could go out tonight, was invited to the working men's club (more fun than it sounds, it's in Bethnal Green and they do all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/2974606577808719149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/04/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/2974606577808719149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/2974606577808719149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/04/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-5814350932179466020</id><published>2011-04-27T07:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:33:19.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Occasion wear</title><summary type='text'>Something bad happens to English people when they have to dress up. (I'm purposely not mentioning the horrorshow that is on Friday, but I'm sure there'll be some rare sights on offer.)I include myself in this. I love clothes (if not fashion) and never get anxious about looking right, but when it comes to dressing up for a formal occasion my brain locks up and the whole thing gets too much. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/5814350932179466020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/04/occasion-wear.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/5814350932179466020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/5814350932179466020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/04/occasion-wear.html' title='Occasion wear'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-808446105152893263</id><published>2011-04-26T19:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T19:54:57.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A man who gets women</title><summary type='text'>So I'm reading In Praise of Older Women (why was I attracted to this book, I wonder?)I found it in the WH Smith's in Stratford, which has suddenly started stocking Penguin reissues of books that are desirable and interesting that you might actually want to read, not just the Dan Browns, the chick lits and the celebrity chefs. I don't know whose idea this was, it's very good but also ruinous.This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/808446105152893263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/04/man-who-gets-women.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/808446105152893263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/808446105152893263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/04/man-who-gets-women.html' title='A man who gets women'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-8081575499841937947</id><published>2011-04-21T17:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T17:43:50.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Capsule</title><summary type='text'>First my computer broke then my iPod broke, but then I found this magic software &amp; it rescued all my old mp3s. In celebration I will be posting the Vintage Slaminsky Mixtapes here. Whether you like it or not.They were made in 2006, then swallowed by Switchpod when it went down,and I haven't listened to them since. It's like opening a time capsule.First up;  Mix Tape Number 1, with Thom Yorke &amp; PJ</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/8081575499841937947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/04/time-capsule.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/8081575499841937947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/8081575499841937947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/04/time-capsule.html' title='Time Capsule'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-7757248100241914798</id><published>2011-04-19T19:51:00.018+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T20:53:00.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First visit to Africa</title><summary type='text'> This is Chefchaouen. There is something in doing no research about a place whatsoever,as walking around, discovering this little town that we'd never heard of was magical. This is the open air bathhouse/washeteria/swimming pool.  It was very exciting. Bear with me...I have no interesting stories to tell. (Just spent 8 days not thinking about work, or life, or the internet, just going COR! WOW! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/7757248100241914798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-visit-to-africa.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7757248100241914798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/7757248100241914798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-visit-to-africa.html' title='First visit to Africa'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfhSaPiKdsg/Ta3aI5IISxI/AAAAAAAABKk/wOFGixmUA8U/s72-c/morrocco%2B013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-3990513681142524739</id><published>2011-04-17T21:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T10:25:22.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Morocco</title><summary type='text'>graffitti, a photo by Slaminsky on Flickr.I'm back (despite best efforts of Royal Air Maroc.) I love Morocco. More photos here.  More coming...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/3990513681142524739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/04/morocco.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3990513681142524739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/3990513681142524739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/04/morocco.html' title='Morocco'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5186/5628300703_300874bc51_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-6412849704742076466</id><published>2011-04-09T08:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T08:57:15.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ungrateful</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow I'm off to Morrocco. As I booked it a year ago (by accident) I'm not so into the idea now. I'd like to stay in bed for a week instead.Laters.PS we are having a print sale at the Daiwa Foundation for the Japan Tsunami Appeal.  There'll also be an auction website where you can view prints but I don't have details yet.The Daiwa Anglo-Japanese Foundation invites you to a fundraising event in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/6412849704742076466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/04/ungrateful.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/6412849704742076466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/6412849704742076466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/04/ungrateful.html' title='Ungrateful'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2459460236099658569.post-504340403770506893</id><published>2011-04-06T22:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:32:14.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless</title><summary type='text'>It's my old quest for good TV. This is what I'm watching after State of Play (first two series, stopped after that. For me what drove the story was Fiona, and her dilemma - should she stay or should she go? After she'd gone it kind of lost the point and turned into a regular soap. Don't like soaps, because they never end. Stories should have an ending. Also I missed James McEvoy.)There are lots </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/feeds/504340403770506893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/04/shameless.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/504340403770506893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2459460236099658569/posts/default/504340403770506893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookcrossings.blogspot.com/2011/04/shameless.html' title='Shameless'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15941917503687179585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1QDXf780J7A/THftrM8CbdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/pBMLPI2YMKc/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
