<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676</id><updated>2009-07-27T12:37:39.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Real-life chicklit</title><subtitle type='html'>"I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train."&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;i&gt;This summer's must-read paperbacks:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.taxloss.blogspot.com"&gt;Taxloss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hypatiaavenue.blogspot.com"&gt;Hypatia Avenue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://readie.blogspot.com/"&gt;McReadie Nuggets&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.jojou.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Sun, the Clouds&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.thisisntlondon.blogspot.com/"&gt;This Isn't London&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109760943268829703</id><published>2004-10-12T20:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T20:30:32.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Click here for the first chapter of the sequel to Real-Life Chicklit: The Provincial Princess.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109760943268829703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109760943268829703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109760943268829703' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109403580064276073</id><published>2004-09-01T11:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T11:50:05.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sadly, any best-selling novel must eventually reach its denouement, and mundane stories of the everyday life of young professional women who are desperate to get married are no exception, I'm afraid. And so we reach the final chapter of Real-Life Chicklit.Readers who have been with me since the beginning (I can hear the violins now, can't you?) will recall that I called my blog Real-Life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109403580064276073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109403580064276073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109403580064276073' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109291306299209280</id><published>2004-08-19T11:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T11:57:51.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! D A M N ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! I have missed yet another Circle Line Party. I don't fucking believe it. I was religiously checking the website for months, and then of course a couple of months ago I stopped doing it, and lo and behold, they bloody go and organise one and I miss the motherfucker. DAMN. DAMNDIDDYDAMNDAMNDAMN. I bet loads of people I know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109291306299209280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109291306299209280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109291306299209280' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109291143299527013</id><published>2004-08-19T11:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T11:30:36.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Word of the Day: squeeze. As in "the main squeeze", which is one of my favourite phrases. Not as in the 80s pop group, although they did give the world Rowland Rivron and Jools Holland, so that I guess we can thank them for.LinktoComments('1908041')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109291143299527013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109291143299527013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109291143299527013' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109291092373364067</id><published>2004-08-19T11:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T11:22:25.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't believe I left bean sprouts off my list of vegetables. They should totally be at number 6, coz I love them. Especially chick pea sprouts that still have the bean attached, in peanut butter sandwiches, or mixed up with houmous in a salad. Also the boyf and I have just discovered sunflower seed sprouts, which are delish. But I can't bear to knock broccoli off its tenuous 10th position, so I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109291092373364067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109291092373364067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109291092373364067' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109282637448531787</id><published>2004-08-18T11:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T12:00:53.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in the mood for lists, so here are my top 10 favourite vegetables (and being vegetarian, I fancy myself quite the connoisseur):10 broccoli. Fun little trees and really nice on the barbecue: just stick the raw broccoli on the barbie and in a few minutes you've got a veg snack that's not unlike the crispy seaweed stuff you get in Chinese restaurants. It would be higher up the list apart from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109282637448531787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109282637448531787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109282637448531787' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109282387504905616</id><published>2004-08-18T10:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T11:11:32.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I watched Freaky Friday the other day when theboyf was out and I fancied some mindless entertainment and you know what, it was quite a funny film, not least because of the talents of the lovely Jamie Lee Curtis. I hadn't seen her doing slapstick comedy before and she was very funny, and also looking stunning thanks to that bone structure and a heavy dose of the Good-Looking Chromosome no doubt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109282387504905616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109282387504905616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109282387504905616' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109222710924388985</id><published>2004-08-11T13:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T13:25:17.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Denzel Washington is 50 this week and therefore my Older God of the Day. And let me tell you, it's a happy birthday to him, and a very, very happy birthday for all the rest of us who appreciate a set of lovely big brown eyes and a nice trim backside (shame he's made so many appalling Gard Bless America-type movies).LinktoComments('1108043')http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=Fizzwhizz&amp;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109222710924388985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109222710924388985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109222710924388985' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109222330869863885</id><published>2004-08-11T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T13:18:52.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't decide whether this is a cute animal story or a really, really scarey story about the dangers of flying in aeroplanes. Whatever, being a cat-owner myself, I can totally relate to the poor pilots' plight.I wish I didn't have to work and could just stay at home with my cat.LinktoComments('1108041')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109222330869863885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109222330869863885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109222330869863885' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109222296748180426</id><published>2004-08-11T12:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T12:18:43.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay! It's time for another silly personality test. This week, there are two.What Classic Movie Are You?personality tests by similarminds.comandWhat Famous Leader Are You?personality tests by similarminds.comI'm kinda pleased about being JFK, but he did cheat on his wife which isn't a very nice thing to do. Also, I'm not aware that I use power to increase my sexual options, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109222296748180426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109222296748180426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109222296748180426' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109178303261407695</id><published>2004-08-06T10:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T10:05:03.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've just realised that my friend Tone's husband looks like a young Jeff Beck, and now I feel really weird about fancying him (Jeff that is, not Tone's husband, whom I don't, repeat don't, fancy in the slightest and have in fact never even thought of in That Way).LinktoComments('0608041')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109178303261407695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109178303261407695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109178303261407695' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109178250500347492</id><published>2004-08-06T09:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T09:56:39.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay! Kids that throw horrible big noisy scarey fireworks around are going to be locked away for ever and ever, and so they should be. I can't see these news laws making much of a difference to the annual horror that is the months of October and November in Hackney, though, to be honest: the shops are already full of illegal fireworks so I don't see why they'd take a blind bit of notice when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109178250500347492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109178250500347492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109178250500347492' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109160829846077115</id><published>2004-08-04T09:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T09:31:50.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spiders - they're evil. It's official.Sharon Edwards: get well soon.LinktoComments('040804')http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=Fizzwhizz&amp;ampcommentid=040804&gt;CommentI think I might have got proper coffee instead of decaf by mistake this morning. I'm spoiling for a rumble already and I'm only halfway down the cup. Woe betide anyone in my office who crosses me in the next three hours or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109160829846077115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109160829846077115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109160829846077115' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109145350575128460</id><published>2004-08-02T14:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T14:33:40.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Top 10 Things That I'm Scared Of:10. Getting gassed in my sleep because I've forgotten to turn the hob off9. Car drivers when I'm riding my bike, particularly in Dalston8. Riding pillion on the boyf's motorbike (a Bandit 1200, speed fans)7. Someone breaking into the flat at night and stabbing us6. The boyf dying in a motorbike accident5. Cancer4. Heights3. Spiders2. Getting pregnant1. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109145350575128460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109145350575128460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109145350575128460' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109143549727468926</id><published>2004-08-02T09:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T09:32:37.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You cuold s.ave thou.sands on your mort gage" - God, I'm so over computer virus emails, aren't you? I mean, a few years ago when the interweb was all new and exciting, you'd live in fear of getting an email that contained a virus, and the papers would regularly have warning articles about "ooh ooh don't open the attachment whatever you do, it will destroy your hard drive and make your screen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109143549727468926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109143549727468926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109143549727468926' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109122464709964394</id><published>2004-07-30T22:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T22:57:32.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There used to be a lovely tree outside my study window, which is on the second floor so I was right up in the branches. It was home to one family of magpies, one family of tits and a squirrel who used to shelter from the rain underneath his tail in an incredibly cute fashion. Me and the boyf used to love looking at all the stuff going on in the tree and watching its leaves change as the seasons </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109122464709964394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109122464709964394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109122464709964394' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109120747833305563</id><published>2004-07-30T17:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T18:11:39.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really like the new Square crisps ad with the Inquisition guy leaping on unsuspecting members of the public who are eating the "not natural" square crisps. "Look! A dog with two heads and two bodies!" Makes me chuckle every time. Way better than some ageing football pundit or that posh bird in a bath. LinktoComments('3007041')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109120747833305563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109120747833305563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109120747833305563' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109120149558528043</id><published>2004-07-30T15:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T16:31:45.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I have a new boss who is pro-Dubya. He revealed this to me yesterday on our office team-building day out, and didn't want to talk about it as he was aware it would be an unpopular view - I must say I did agree that there's nothing spoils a team-building day out like a political shouting match between the boss and his 12 intoxicated employees. I was, however, interested to hear his reasons, as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109120149558528043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109120149558528043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109120149558528043' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109091596647416996</id><published>2004-07-27T09:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T09:12:54.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The best way to keep your youth is to tie him to the bed" - Tara Schwartz "I don't exercise. If god had wanted me to bend over, he would have put diamonds on the floor" - Joan Rivers LinktoComments('270704')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109091596647416996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109091596647416996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109091596647416996' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109085432000507678</id><published>2004-07-26T16:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T16:06:04.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Voice Within? Imagine if your internal monologue really did sound like Christina Aguilera, or Agu-i-i-i-i-i-l-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-r-a-a-a-a-a-uh-uh-uh-ye-e-e-e-e-eah, as she probably pronounces it. LinktoComments('260704')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109085432000507678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109085432000507678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109085432000507678' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109059911081917452</id><published>2004-07-23T17:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T17:14:06.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am tackling the Corrs issue by listening to "Jesus Built My Hotrod" by Ministry. It seems to be working. LinktoComments('2307044')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109059911081917452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109059911081917452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109059911081917452' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109059721481026104</id><published>2004-07-23T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T16:41:02.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pouffe, as the French say when they are feeling un peu overwhelmed. I'm a little freaked out by not one but a whole two people that I don't either work with or hang with commenting on my blog (see the Glade entry, below - sorry, still haven't bothered finding out how to link to previous entries, and I don't intend to, so you'll just have to make with the scroll bars, people). I always write with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109059721481026104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109059721481026104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109059721481026104' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109059639790871016</id><published>2004-07-23T16:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T16:26:53.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Mandy's going to be the new EU commissioner? What's that all about? I find it very odd that New Labour, a party that is supposedly characterised by an awareness of its own public image, repeatedly allows Peter Mandelson to take positions of responsibility despite his history of scandal. I mean, I know Tony Blair loves him, but can Blair not see that he's just embarrassing himself? Everyone's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109059639790871016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109059639790871016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109059639790871016' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109051810913586425</id><published>2004-07-22T18:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T18:49:57.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay! I love it when people I don't know comment on my blog. And how kind of the mysterious John (see below) to point me in the direction of these photos from the Glade. Awwwww. It was so much fun..... I particularly like the way so many of these pics are helpfully labelled "dancing" because looking at some of them, you do wonder exactly what's going on. Sadly, though, I'm not in any of them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109051810913586425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109051810913586425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109051810913586425' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109049776344305375</id><published>2004-07-22T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T13:04:07.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dusty also turned me onto these rather charming re-enactments of classic films by cartoon bunnies, which are a much more suitable thing for young ladies to be concerned with. Also, 'Alien' is one of my favourite films, indeed the whole series is. Sigourney - what a gal. And in the meantime, I've been a bit slack lately with my You Still Woulds, so here's today's: Tom "Magnum PI" Selleck. Come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109049776344305375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109049776344305375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109049776344305375' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11404103643731440745'/></author></entry></feed>