<?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-6408285296938021284</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:13:30.008Z</updated><category term='women'/><category term='poo'/><category term='horse'/><category term='children'/><category term='benefits'/><category term='barrow'/><category term='rip-off'/><category term='hansen'/><category term='murray'/><category term='vegetarians'/><category term='Umbrellas'/><category term='fake tan'/><category term='henman'/><category term='shit'/><category term='liverpool'/><category term='theo walcott'/><category term='birds'/><category term='lethargy'/><category term='danger'/><category term='US Open'/><category term='police'/><category term='style'/><category term='cliche'/><category term='andy murray'/><category term='tim henman'/><category term='lineker'/><category term='rain'/><category term='england'/><category term='school disco'/><category term='food'/><category term='smoking'/><category term='motorway'/><category term='ban'/><category term='flu'/><category term='match of the day'/><category term='swine'/><category term='horses'/><category term='football'/><category term='prom night'/><category term='poverty'/><category term='tennis'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Pee See World</title><subtitle type='html'>Pee See's thoughts on the world.  Mostly rants really</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pee See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02058694475806835361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sbg5DYmkKUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IaKm-fsw3fE/S220/053+(2).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408285296938021284.post-2982307036798349318</id><published>2009-05-25T23:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:10:37.960+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='match of the day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hansen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lineker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liverpool'/><title type='text'>Pearls of wisdom from Alan Hansen</title><content type='html'>Watched the last Match Of The Day on Sunday night, mainly for the amusement factor of seeing Newcastle get relegated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good old show it was, exciting highlights from the last day of the season, and they also showed the goal of the season contenders as well (Geovanni for Hull at the Emirates gets my vote).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenter Gary Lineker wrapped up the show - and the whole season - by turning to Alan Hansen, asking him to "sum up the season".  And do you know what he said?..... well, what do you think he might have said?  How did he choose to sum up 10 months of action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what he had to say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, the bottom four teams have been poor, and the top four teams have been exceptional"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to save you the trouble of going back and reading that again, I'll type it again for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, the bottom four teams have been poor, and the top four teams have been exceptional"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's consider that this man GETS PAID to talk about football.    And his summary of the season is.... about as insightful as a fucking retard.   The top teams are good and the bottom teams are shit.  Well thanks a fucking million Alan, I'm really glad you played all those games for Liverpool and won all those medals, thank you for bestowing your wisdom on us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my girlfriend - who knows two-thirds of fuck all about football - shakes her head in disbelief over the sheer banality of the shite that is dribbling out of Alan Hansen's mouth, then it's time to recognise that MOTD has reached a low point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what Alan, next time Lineker asks you for an opinion, don't bother saying anything.  Instead, draw a picture of your answer with a crayon and hold it up to the camera, because this is likely to be more meaningful and intelligent.  And it will mean we don't have to listen to your boring voice.  You boring twat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6408285296938021284-2982307036798349318?l=peesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/feeds/2982307036798349318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6408285296938021284&amp;postID=2982307036798349318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/2982307036798349318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/2982307036798349318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/2009/05/pearls-of-wisdom-from-alan-hansen.html' title='Pearls of wisdom from Alan Hansen'/><author><name>Pee See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02058694475806835361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sbg5DYmkKUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IaKm-fsw3fE/S220/053+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408285296938021284.post-15694086082751375</id><published>2009-05-07T16:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:20:10.249+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine'/><title type='text'>Swine flu - the real truth</title><content type='html'>Western governments to the media:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey look guys, I know we've made a right old fuck-up of the economy and we're generally doing a piss-poor job of managing things, our troops are still getting killed every day in a war that was started under false pretences... unemployment and violent crime are both on the up........ all this is making us look really bad. Is there any chance you could, you know... write headlines about something else? Anything at all will do, as long as deflects attention away from what an absolute arse of a job we're doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media to government:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmmmm.... let me think... wait a minute, I know! It's been a few years since we created that massive commotion over bird-flu, what a laugh that was eh?! Half the world was scared out of their wits, even though in the end the only people killed were a few grannies and some guy from the Huang Sheng province who'd been convicted of shagging chickens. I reckon most people will have forgotten about that; why don't we try the same trick again? I've heard that there's one or two Mexicans been killed by swine flu; I suppose we could create a massively overblown media storm about that. Once the 24-hour rolling news channels get a hold of it, forget the economy boys, people will be far too busy running for their lives scared shitless about swine flu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Government to media:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey sounds absolutely excellent, lets do it. Just one question though... this swine flu, how dangerous is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media to Government:&lt;br /&gt;"Well I've heard it's just like any other flu really, pretty nasty if you get it, but there's an anti-virus widely available, and it works. But don't worry about small details like that, we'll concentrate on scary words like PANDEMIC to make sure there's a massive spread of fear and panic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Government to media:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Champion. Geraldine, can you get me Rupert Murdoch on the phone please?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6408285296938021284-15694086082751375?l=peesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/feeds/15694086082751375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6408285296938021284&amp;postID=15694086082751375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/15694086082751375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/15694086082751375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/2009/05/swine-flu-real-truth.html' title='Swine flu - the real truth'/><author><name>Pee See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02058694475806835361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sbg5DYmkKUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IaKm-fsw3fE/S220/053+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408285296938021284.post-1170612686665358054</id><published>2009-04-23T21:56:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:39:52.758+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='benefits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poverty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lethargy'/><title type='text'>Poverty in the UK.... how much of it is lethargy?</title><content type='html'>I've no doubt that there are some people living in the UK that survive on meagre state hand-outs and life must be really tough.  If these adults are getting off their arse and trying to make a better life for themselves and their families then bloody good luck to them and they should receive all the help and support that the exchequer can throw at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the people that are content for a life on benefits that piss me off.   Surely to god these people aren't counted as being parents of the "3.9 million children in UK living in poverty". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm amazed at is how so many people can live in a house with absolutely no means of income other than benefits and yet they're still able to afford Sky TV, they still smoke, they get pissed up more often than I do, and they wear designer clobber!!!!  Some of them even call the day they receive their benefits 'pay day'.  Pay day!!  Right.... if people can afford all of that, and can also afford to eat so much crap food that they're grotesquely obese..... then I'm sorry, but that is not poverty.  That's a fucked up benefits system that allows people to take the piss and select "lazy sponging fat bastard" as a career choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know exactly how 'poverty' is defined.  In some parts of the world, there are skeletal-thin, orphaned kids living in gutters - I mean literally living in gutters, begging for food.  THAT is poverty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6408285296938021284-1170612686665358054?l=peesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/feeds/1170612686665358054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6408285296938021284&amp;postID=1170612686665358054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/1170612686665358054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/1170612686665358054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/2009/04/poverty-in-uk-how-much-of-it-is.html' title='Poverty in the UK.... how much of it is lethargy?'/><author><name>Pee See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02058694475806835361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sbg5DYmkKUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IaKm-fsw3fE/S220/053+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408285296938021284.post-2275125666311891368</id><published>2009-04-19T23:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:29:48.219+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barrow'/><title type='text'>Gotta stay up</title><content type='html'>What a season of ups and downs my beloved Barrow AFC have had, and I've been lucky enough to be there to see much of it.  We're now nearly, almost, just-about safe but until it's mathematically certain, I'm still brickin' it.  Two games left and both of 'em are tough ones - can we really afford to lose at home to high-flying Torquay on Tuesday night, and again away at Eastbourne on Sunday, and still survive?  Jesus....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've followed the Bluebirds this season to Altrincham, Northwich, York, Eastbourne (in the cup), Burton, Torquay, Wrexham, Kettering, Mansfield, oh and a pleasant stop-off at Middlesbrough in the cup.  Just two games left and I'll be at them both, including a first for me - travelling to a Barrow game by air!  Flying from Manchester to Gatwick for the final game of the season away at Eastbourne.  Fingers crossed that it's gonna be a celebration and not a wake.  Either way, it can't come soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6408285296938021284-2275125666311891368?l=peesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/feeds/2275125666311891368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6408285296938021284&amp;postID=2275125666311891368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/2275125666311891368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/2275125666311891368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/2009/04/gotta-stay-up.html' title='Gotta stay up'/><author><name>Pee See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02058694475806835361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sbg5DYmkKUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IaKm-fsw3fE/S220/053+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408285296938021284.post-9024691911470244542</id><published>2009-04-08T21:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:19:43.865+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sd0UzxqvxTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/1B1XFNdF5Xw/s1600-h/nodogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322433214360306994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sd0UzxqvxTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/1B1XFNdF5Xw/s200/nodogs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been thinking for a while about getting a dog. Not really a goer right now 'cos I live in an apartment and it just wouldn't be practical, but if/when I move to a house, it could be on the agenda. I've weighed up the pros and cons, there's loads but they boil down to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Companionship&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional love from the dog&lt;br /&gt;Dog walking is good exercise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;Vet bills&lt;br /&gt;I work long hours, would need a 'dog sitter'&lt;br /&gt;Dogs stink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was still mulling it over until today, when I saw what was and is the deal-breaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever need reminding that man's existence on earth is fleeting and ultimately pointless, then surely there's no greater proof than watching a person walk along the road in the cold and rain, walking their dog, carrying a little bag of the dog's freshly-crapped crap. I just cannot ever imagine putting myself through the humiliating ritual of turning-the-bag-inside-out-to-pick-the-shit-up that dog owners do. Bollocks to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6408285296938021284-9024691911470244542?l=peesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/feeds/9024691911470244542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6408285296938021284&amp;postID=9024691911470244542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/9024691911470244542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/9024691911470244542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-dogs.html' title='No dogs'/><author><name>Pee See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02058694475806835361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sbg5DYmkKUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IaKm-fsw3fE/S220/053+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sd0UzxqvxTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/1B1XFNdF5Xw/s72-c/nodogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408285296938021284.post-5369889218549690257</id><published>2009-04-08T21:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:23:39.921+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Veggies - miserable bastards</title><content type='html'>What a nightmare it is when you've got someone coming round who's a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As If preparing and cooking a decent meal for guests isn't stressful enough, you end up having to make two different meals 'cos you've got to make something different to cater for the bloody tree muncher. Now I ask you, have you ever been to dinner at a vegetarians house?  I have.  Did they go…. "Oh I've got some non-veggies coming round, I must cater for them by cooking steak."  ?  Did they bollocks.  They force their shite food on you.  Fucking fennel or some other such shite that makes you fart like hell and leaves you feeling hungry about ten minutes after finishing it.  Bloody vegetarians.  And you have you ever noticed how sanctimonious and miserable most of them are?  Maybe if they ate more protein they'd have enough energy to smile every now and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6408285296938021284-5369889218549690257?l=peesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/feeds/5369889218549690257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6408285296938021284&amp;postID=5369889218549690257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/5369889218549690257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/5369889218549690257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/2009/04/veggies-miserable-bastards.html' title='Veggies - miserable bastards'/><author><name>Pee See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02058694475806835361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sbg5DYmkKUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IaKm-fsw3fE/S220/053+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408285296938021284.post-5251303807871665134</id><published>2009-03-19T20:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:00:37.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Oirish nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/ScKyTpztoiI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/nzk3AchqtwE/s1600-h/leprechaun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315006560960619042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/ScKyTpztoiI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/nzk3AchqtwE/s200/leprechaun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;St Patricks day earlier this week. Lets all wear green, wear bloody great big 'comedy' guiness hats and say feck a lot, get pissed up and sing the Wild Rover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er..... but most of you, you're not really fucking Irish are you, you mugs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a plan for all the English people masquerading as bloody leprechauns on St Patricks Day - how about remembering that your own country has a patron saint, he's called St George, and St George's Day is on 23rd April. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6408285296938021284-5251303807871665134?l=peesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/feeds/5251303807871665134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6408285296938021284&amp;postID=5251303807871665134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/5251303807871665134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/5251303807871665134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/2009/03/oirish-nonsense.html' title='Oirish nonsense'/><author><name>Pee See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02058694475806835361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sbg5DYmkKUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IaKm-fsw3fE/S220/053+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/ScKyTpztoiI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/nzk3AchqtwE/s72-c/leprechaun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408285296938021284.post-7510890553038327807</id><published>2009-02-23T19:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:31:36.763Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liverpool'/><title type='text'>IS HORSE SHIT LITTER OR NOT?</title><content type='html'>I live about 100 yards from the main Police Headquarters building in Liverpool.  Amongst other things, they co-ordinate their mounted patrols, i.e. coppers on horseback, from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me make it clear - I'm absolutely in favour of more police, and in particular more highly visible police, on the streets of our towns and cities.  I'm a law-abiding kind of fella, not a criminal scumbag, so if I'm ever going to have dealings with the boys in blue, it's more than likely that it'll be because I need their help, not because I've done something wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the coppers on horseback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mounted patrols tend to follow the same route as they leave the HQ, and this route sees them walk along the street I live on.  On a quiet night, even if I have all of the windows of my second-floor apartment closed, I can actually hear them clip-clopping past on their way into the city centre.  So far, so peachy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, even if I haven't heard them, it's clear that they have been past.  And the reason I know they've been past is the half ton of stinking horse shit that's been deposited down the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I ask you - if I had a a dog, and let it do a massive shit in the street in full view of two coppers, and then carried on my merry way without clearing it up, would I be nicked?  You can bet your bloody poop-a-scoop I would!  If I dropped an empty crisp packet, could I be done for littering?  Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on officers.... clean up your horse shit eh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6408285296938021284-7510890553038327807?l=peesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/feeds/7510890553038327807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6408285296938021284&amp;postID=7510890553038327807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/7510890553038327807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/7510890553038327807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-horse-shit-litter-or-not.html' title='IS HORSE SHIT LITTER OR NOT?'/><author><name>Pee See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02058694475806835361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sbg5DYmkKUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IaKm-fsw3fE/S220/053+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408285296938021284.post-179066545609352388</id><published>2009-02-23T18:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:16:49.719Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ban'/><title type='text'>Smoking ban.... not happy</title><content type='html'>The smoking ban has been in force in England now for..... what, a couple of years or so now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed what a lot of smokers do now though?  They leave pubs/bars/restaurants to go outside to feed their pathetic stinking dirty habit, but only JUST outside of the building, kind of half-in, half-out.   What is it with these people?  No smoking inside INCLUDES the doorway entrance you muppets, so shift well clear of the building.  I shouldn't have to walk through the carcinogenic stinking cloud beng created by a bunch of tabby bastards huddled half-in and half-out of a bar.  And equally, if I'm sat inside somewhere, I shouldn't be subjected to a lung-full of the stuff that gets wafted in everytime the bloody door opens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't get me started on people blowing shit-loads of smoke in my general direction when I'm out and about in public..... if I had my way, smoking would be banned in ALL public places, INSIDE AND OUT.  Do it in your own homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever you get into a debate with a smoker about this, they always trot out the line "But if you banned smoking totally in public, less people would smoke, just think about how much the government would lose in tax".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do me a favour.  Yep, the government does raise shit-loads of revenue in tax from smokers..... and then promptly shells it all out again via the squillions of pounds that it costs the NHS in treating illness and disease that is directly attributable to smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say BAN SMOKING IN ALL PUBLIC PLACES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6408285296938021284-179066545609352388?l=peesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/feeds/179066545609352388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6408285296938021284&amp;postID=179066545609352388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/179066545609352388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/179066545609352388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/2009/02/smoking-ban-not-happy.html' title='Smoking ban.... not happy'/><author><name>Pee See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02058694475806835361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sbg5DYmkKUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IaKm-fsw3fE/S220/053+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408285296938021284.post-1378364678506470348</id><published>2009-02-05T21:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:36:18.959Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cliche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liverpool'/><title type='text'>Birds that follow the flock</title><content type='html'>Ugg boots?&lt;br /&gt;Oversize belt?  &lt;br /&gt;Fake tan? &lt;br /&gt;Bleach blond hair? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a walking cliche.  Get a fucking grip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6408285296938021284-1378364678506470348?l=peesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/feeds/1378364678506470348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6408285296938021284&amp;postID=1378364678506470348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/1378364678506470348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/1378364678506470348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/2009/02/birds-that-follow-flock.html' title='Birds that follow the flock'/><author><name>Pee See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02058694475806835361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sbg5DYmkKUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IaKm-fsw3fE/S220/053+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408285296938021284.post-5210264144134859511</id><published>2008-11-25T13:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:55:26.956Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Kids are annoying</title><content type='html'>Controversial subject time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my late 30s.  I don't have kids.  I don't want kids.   This places me in the minority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like kids, I will tolerate them, even entertain them.  In small doses.  I've got friends and relatives with kids from a few months old to teenagers.  I'll talk to them, I'll humour them, I'll be nice to them, I'll even try and teach them something useful from time to time if I'm ever in the company of one for more than a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parenting seems to have changed so much in a generation.   Of course I appreciate that kids are the most precious thing in their lives, but at what cost?  Do parents really have to put their adult lives virtually on hold?  I remember having toys and stuff; I remember going to the occasional birthday party.  But what I don't remember is my parents letting me turn their entire house into a cross between santa's grotto and a branch of Toys R Us, complete with Disney DVD blaring out of the telly ALL THE TIME.  What is going on with some parents these days?  Here's a tip for you parents - if all you ever do, all the time, is scurry about looking after every single whim and wish of your offspring, never saying no to them, not only will your kids become horrible spoilt bastards with limited social skills and a sense that the world owes them everything on a plate, but you yourself will become a very boring adult indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I meet a friend/colleague, of course I ask how they are, how their family is - it's polite, and I'm genuinely interested.  But you know what, I tend to avoid asking that question to anyone that's got young kids.  For many of them, it seems to be a green light for them to crap on and on and on about what little timmy has done this week.  ACTUALLY, I'M NOT REALLY THAT FUCKING INTERESTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pet hate at the minute is parents of kids that let them run riot in public.  Jesus christ!!!!  Get a grip of them will you?!  Christmas shopping is stressful enough without having to put up with irresponsible, rude, selfish parents who seem to think that the rest of us don't mind that their little darlings are charging about in restaurants, coffee shops, on public transport, wherever, causing havoc and screaming the place down.   If you're a parent, you have RESPONSIBILITIES.  Step up to them will you.  If your kids are behaving terribly, it makes YOU look bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one.  Parents get it laid on a fucking plate in the workplace.  Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A is a parent of two twin boys.   The boys are in their school nativity play.  Person A would love to go and watch them star on stage, but works a 9 to 5 job and the play is during the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person B has no kids.  They are getting a new sofa delivered sometime between 12pm and 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess which person got the time off at the drop of a hat, no questions asked, and which person got their time off begrudgingly after a gestapo-style Q&amp;amp;A session, and had to make arrangements to make the time up?  Honestly, I'm all for allowing parents to continue to work but for fucks sake it would appear to me that there's positive discrimination going on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the government are at it.  Every time I hear the term "hard working FAMILIES" I scream at the telly.  How about "hard working PEOPLE".  Family or not, I've still had the same rises in fuel &amp;amp; food costs, I'm still feeling the pinch of the current economic downturn.  Tax breaks for parents?!  Do me a favour..... how about tax breaks for people who choose not to contribute to the fact that the western world is already massively over-populated?  We are the ones doing the world a favour, not those that are breeding like rabbits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6408285296938021284-5210264144134859511?l=peesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/feeds/5210264144134859511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6408285296938021284&amp;postID=5210264144134859511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/5210264144134859511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/5210264144134859511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/2008/11/kids-are-annoying.html' title='Kids are annoying'/><author><name>Pee See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02058694475806835361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sbg5DYmkKUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IaKm-fsw3fE/S220/053+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408285296938021284.post-7267437348259216561</id><published>2008-10-27T22:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:41:07.124Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rip-off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorway'/><title type='text'>Motorway services stealth tactics</title><content type='html'>Been a bit quiet on the blog front.... I started with a flurry of activity and then, well I couldn't be arsed really.  Back on it now though and there'll be more regular musings as I've recently got myself a sexy iphone so I can post straight to the blog from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... here's something that properly pisses me off, been meaning to write about it for a while but just never seemed to get around to it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you stop for fuel at motorway services?  It's to be avoided obviously, as you just know that you're gonna get ripped off, cos the petrol/diesel costs tons more than at tesco or wherever but occasionally you get 'caught short' and need to fill up on a long journey.  Well, they're not content with just robbing you blind on the cost of fuel, oh no.. now, when you go in to their shop to pay for your fuel, they now have a fucking obstacle course in the way that means you've got to zig-zag your way past all the over-priced chocolate, crappy CDs and Ginsters pies.  I asked the zombie on the checkout at Charnock Richard on the M6 why they'd done this and he muttered some old bollocks about it helping with the queues when they're busy.  Fuck off!!!  It's to try and grind us down into paying five quid for a shit sandwich and a warm bottle of diet coke.  Robbing bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6408285296938021284-7267437348259216561?l=peesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/feeds/7267437348259216561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6408285296938021284&amp;postID=7267437348259216561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/7267437348259216561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/7267437348259216561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/2008/10/motorway-services-stealth-tactics.html' title='Motorway services stealth tactics'/><author><name>Pee See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02058694475806835361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sbg5DYmkKUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IaKm-fsw3fE/S220/053+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408285296938021284.post-4423850036417548301</id><published>2008-09-11T20:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:15:16.841+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theo walcott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='england'/><title type='text'>Threeo Walcott etc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/SMl7Swy6GwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9qy0QTcP308/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok ok ok, so England played really well last night, stuffed Croatia 4-1 in Zagreb, and "teenage wonderkid" Theo Walcott scored a fantastic hat-trick. I'm English, and I'm a football fan, so I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's times like these that contribute more than anything else towards the fact that every other country, and I mean EVERY other country, HATES England more than any other team. If you believe much of what's in the tabloid press this morning, christ you may as well get on the phone to FIFA right now and tell them not to bother holding the 2010 World Cup, just engrave England's name on the trophy and ship it over to FA Headquarters. One of the papers, might have been The Sun or the Star, not sure which one, anyway one of the comics, devoted eleven, yes ELEVEN, pages to the game. ELEVEN PAGES?! It's laughable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England have won a QUALIFYING game, played really well, and unearthed a young star in the making. I'll repeat that - a QUALIFYING game. Not the World Cup Final. So lets get it in perspective for god's sake; the game does not prove, by any stretch of the imagination, that they are world-beaters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6408285296938021284-4423850036417548301?l=peesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/feeds/4423850036417548301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6408285296938021284&amp;postID=4423850036417548301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/4423850036417548301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/4423850036417548301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/2008/09/threeo-walcott-etc.html' title='Threeo Walcott etc'/><author><name>Pee See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02058694475806835361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sbg5DYmkKUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IaKm-fsw3fE/S220/053+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408285296938021284.post-6908800120749704967</id><published>2008-09-08T15:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:51:53.421+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy murray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='murray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tim henman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US Open'/><title type='text'>Andy Murray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/SMU738SZc7I/AAAAAAAAABM/Bt9ljsSBukA/s1600-h/Andy-Murray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243663173404947378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="224" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/SMU738SZc7I/AAAAAAAAABM/Bt9ljsSBukA/s320/Andy-Murray.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go on son!!! My word he gave it to Nadal in the semis of the US Open, fair play to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to folk today, and listening to a bit of radio coverage, it would appear that the jury is still out regarding many people's attitude to Murray. Is he:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A spoilt, dour-faced miserable grumpy sulky mummys boy, or&lt;br /&gt;2. A potential worldbeater that the whole country should celebrate and get right behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely in the second camp on this one. Christ he's only 21 years of age, most of his 'communication issues' stem from a lack of maturity, simple as that. Even if he gets beat by Federer in tonight's final, getting there is a fantastic achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be interesting to see if and how the UK's coverage of him changes if he wins the US Open. Give me Angry Andy Murray over Timid Tim Henman any day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6408285296938021284-6908800120749704967?l=peesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/feeds/6908800120749704967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6408285296938021284&amp;postID=6908800120749704967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/6908800120749704967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/6908800120749704967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/2008/09/andy-murray.html' title='Andy Murray'/><author><name>Pee See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02058694475806835361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sbg5DYmkKUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IaKm-fsw3fE/S220/053+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/SMU738SZc7I/AAAAAAAAABM/Bt9ljsSBukA/s72-c/Andy-Murray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408285296938021284.post-1523205256737791337</id><published>2008-09-07T23:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:51:58.734+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake tan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school disco'/><title type='text'>Prom Night</title><content type='html'>Prom night?  Prom night?!?  Where the hell are we, Beverley Bloody Hills?  What happened to School Discos?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I see another limousine with pre-pubescent girlies done up to the nines screaming out of the windows, I swear I'm going to start carrying a crossbow.  Either that or start selling fake tan at the roadside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I blame the parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6408285296938021284-1523205256737791337?l=peesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/feeds/1523205256737791337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6408285296938021284&amp;postID=1523205256737791337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/1523205256737791337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/1523205256737791337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/2008/09/prom-night.html' title='Prom Night'/><author><name>Pee See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02058694475806835361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sbg5DYmkKUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IaKm-fsw3fE/S220/053+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6408285296938021284.post-6367865108364466026</id><published>2008-09-07T16:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:46:52.002+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Umbrellas'/><title type='text'>Umbrellas - the silent killer</title><content type='html'>I'm sure that you've probably heard at least one person in your life say something along the lines of &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If cigarettes were invented today, they'd be illegal"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you've even said it yourself.  And you know what, you'd be right.  Cigarettes WOULD be illegal if they were invented today.  And quite right too.  I'd make them illegal today anyway, but that's a whole other rant that will no doubt get its own entry here soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's something else though, that I'm sure if it were invented today, would be deemed far too dangerous to public health, and would also be made illegal.  I'm talking about umbrellas.  And brollies.  They're both the same.  Potentially lethal.  Can you imagine that jock bloke on Dragon's Den?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So, yuv invented a divice that keeps rain offa th' individual, and it's goat a dozen metal spikes roond the edges at eye-height, pointing outtheways.  Ah cud problee use it as a weapon roond the streets a Glasgow, but as a day to day item, its far too dangerous.  For tha' reason, ahm oot."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know what, HE'D BE RIGHT.  Umbrellas and brollies, particularly in the hands of air head teenage lasses and doddering old biddies who don't look where they're going, are absolutely flippin' lethal.  As soon as there's a shower on a Saturday afternoon in Liverpool city centre it turns into an eye-level minefield.  I say BAN UMBRELLAS now before some poor bugger - i.e. me - gets their eye poked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See that picture of me?  Do you think I'm wearing those shades to look cool?  Nope, I'm wearing them for protection - you never know when it's going to rain.  Stay safe people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6408285296938021284-6367865108364466026?l=peesee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/feeds/6367865108364466026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6408285296938021284&amp;postID=6367865108364466026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/6367865108364466026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6408285296938021284/posts/default/6367865108364466026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peesee.blogspot.com/2008/09/umbrellas-silent-killer.html' title='Umbrellas - the silent killer'/><author><name>Pee See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02058694475806835361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k0VJxQ59TZo/Sbg5DYmkKUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IaKm-fsw3fE/S220/053+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
