<?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-5284332895183316116</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:27:24.362+01:00</updated><category term='Coldplay'/><category term='Music Blogs'/><category term='Mumford and Sons'/><category term='Bon Iver'/><category term='Innocently I'/><category term='Hypem'/><category term='Glastonbury 2008'/><category term='New Music'/><title type='text'>Sometimes Lifes OK</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-733168586385873715</id><published>2009-04-29T01:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:57:59.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This is real.... oh. my. god.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ukRdEVthmWM&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ukRdEVthmWM&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-733168586385873715?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/733168586385873715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=733168586385873715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/733168586385873715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/733168586385873715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-real-oh-my-god.html' title='This is real.... oh. my. god.'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-2315774788773495584</id><published>2009-03-26T04:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T04:53:00.355Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="316" height="40"&gt; 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I know sex sells but I would have thought you would draw the line somewhere before cough medicine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now this abomination gets piped into my living room earlier this evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BvXBmPjlXAA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BvXBmPjlXAA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly there is the strap line of 'The one that comes with a bag' which pops up in the print at the bottom of the screen just before 'No men were harmed in the making of this advert', are they referring to the bag in the box or to the portly agressive cow who thrusts the product at her uselss man? Who incidentally looks like he may well have been drinking the stuff in the bag as he is made to act like he spends the majority of his time licking windows and playing with stickle bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of trash demeans everyone, male and female young and old... The most upsetting thing about this advert is that in the times of rising unemployment there are some smug, talentless but employed pricks who have actually been paid to produce this steaming 30 second video turd doubtless spending hours whacking off into their iphones while streaming it repeatedly on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the immortal words of Bill Hicks: "Kill yourselves, seriously, you are the ruiner of all things good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDW_Hj2K0wo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDW_Hj2K0wo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-7727272519543066367?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/7727272519543066367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=7727272519543066367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/7727272519543066367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/7727272519543066367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2009/02/awful-awful-awful-advertising-bastards.html' title='Awful awful awful advertising bastards'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-142484022290712030</id><published>2009-02-20T03:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T03:20:24.836Z</updated><title type='text'>Bright Eyes full concert in Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.fabchannel.com/embed/player.swf?ap=artist.bright_eyes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="350" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-142484022290712030?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/142484022290712030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=142484022290712030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/142484022290712030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/142484022290712030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2009/02/bright-eyes-full-concert-in-amsterdam.html' title='Bright Eyes full concert in Amsterdam'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-7166588008917036905</id><published>2009-02-16T00:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:11:48.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Ray Lamontagne @ Barbican 15.02.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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Loneliness amplified day for you single people... OR... Prove it day for all you couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew St. Valentine had stocks in Clinton Cards and Thornton's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice consists of The Strokes, wine, coffee and not staying still for very long. Less a Valentines tradition as a day to day coping mechanism, but worth trying ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-3613044460522827200?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/3613044460522827200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=3613044460522827200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/3613044460522827200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/3613044460522827200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-or.html' title='Valentines Day or....'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-7827308489995483175</id><published>2009-02-12T02:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-12T02:58:49.185Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Innocently I'/><title type='text'>Ah cruel realisation</title><content type='html'>I got a call from my great aunt yesterday, she was "concerned" as I hadn't paid her cheque in to my bank... those who know me will understand why...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I agreed to meet her on the weekend so she could give me the cash instead, lunch she suggests... YES why not, haven't seen her in a while and its always a bad move to say no to a free feed these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, great... lunch and a wad of cash for a Saturday, Saturday the 14th, Saturday the 14th of February... OH NO, you see for the slower amongst you (Like me) what I have inadvertantly done is arranged to meet an old lady on Valentines day in order to have a sit down meal during which she will palm off a large sum of cash to me.... To the casual observer this will look rather dodgy, and like I am some kind of male escort for the elderly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do I get myself into these situations?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-7827308489995483175?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/7827308489995483175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=7827308489995483175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/7827308489995483175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/7827308489995483175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2009/02/ah-cruel-realisation.html' title='Ah cruel realisation'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-5848544741140060848</id><published>2009-01-28T14:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:55:07.678Z</updated><title type='text'>This is good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="356"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videogum.com/v/pt6FYgZtg_wnV"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videogum.com/v/pt6FYgZtg_wnV" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="356"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-5848544741140060848?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/5848544741140060848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=5848544741140060848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/5848544741140060848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/5848544741140060848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-good.html' title='This is good...'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-3279645182204598206</id><published>2008-10-09T20:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:06:12.052+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A take on Take On Me.... Ah ha ha ha</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HE9OQ4FnkQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HE9OQ4FnkQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-3279645182204598206?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/3279645182204598206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=3279645182204598206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/3279645182204598206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/3279645182204598206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-on-take-on-me-ah-ha-ha-ha.html' title='A take on Take On Me.... Ah ha ha ha'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-6732131692161656389</id><published>2008-08-06T00:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:02:58.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollyoaks</title><content type='html'>Plumbing new depths is something Hollyoaks has been doing time immemorial, to the excruciating extent that I'm fairly sure I got the bends from segueing into the news by forwarding the ad breaks earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to continue watching just to see if the creators manage to reach the terminal velocity of trite, talentless moral panic TV but I'm finding it harder and harder to endure, like hangovers as I steadily get older. Hangovers and Hollyoaks seem to go hand in hand like drinking and mystery bruises. Truth is half an hour of Hollyoaks is beginning to threaten my safety, if I yawned with anymore conviction I could very well end up breaking my jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why oh why oh why... Where is Channel 4's Terry Wogan when you need him? I would complain to June Sarpong but I fear I would get less than 10 seconds into a tirade before resorting to violence : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-6732131692161656389?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/6732131692161656389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=6732131692161656389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/6732131692161656389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/6732131692161656389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2008/08/hollyoaks.html' title='Hollyoaks'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-1515992845942865073</id><published>2008-07-26T04:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T04:12:37.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight of the Conchords - The Humans Are Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;0000001 00000011 000000111...&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGoi1MSGu64&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGoi1MSGu64&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-1515992845942865073?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/1515992845942865073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=1515992845942865073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/1515992845942865073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/1515992845942865073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2008/07/flight-of-conchords-humans-are-dead.html' title='Flight of the Conchords - The Humans Are Dead'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-4871333773278145518</id><published>2008-07-09T17:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:45:22.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Guy - Superman's maid</title><content type='html'>Words can't express how much I like this clip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k-jhVdgosVU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k-jhVdgosVU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-4871333773278145518?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/4871333773278145518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=4871333773278145518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/4871333773278145518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/4871333773278145518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-guy-supermans-maid.html' title='Family Guy - Superman&apos;s maid'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-7202928709777463363</id><published>2008-07-09T13:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:08:26.839Z</updated><title type='text'>Old sayings</title><content type='html'>I'm useless when it comes to olde time sayings like "a stitch in time"... For most of my formative years I believed April Showers to be a Turtles related skin flick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-7202928709777463363?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/7202928709777463363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=7202928709777463363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/7202928709777463363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/7202928709777463363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2008/07/old-sayings.html' title='Old sayings'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-8739179181016975253</id><published>2008-07-08T17:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:11:13.727Z</updated><title type='text'>Rod debate</title><content type='html'>Blogger  Palyniam said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I still cant understand whty anyone likes Rod, just the same goes to Tina Turner... sorry but they are in the same league...o and Meatloaf.... Nuf said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  July 4, 2008 5:49 PM&lt;br /&gt;Blogger Nick said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I couldn't even begin to describe just how wrong palyniam's comment is.&lt;br /&gt;  Rod Stewart has one of the finest blues singing voices of all time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Listen to his collaborations with Python Lee Jackson (All 3 of them), The Faces era, and early solo material... not to mention any Bob Dylan cover you care to mention (Of which there are MANY). If you still find yourself unable to distinguish between Tina Turner or Meatloaf might I suggest going down the Van Gough route and slicing your ears off, clearly you aren't using them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  July 8, 2008 12:49 PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-8739179181016975253?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/8739179181016975253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=8739179181016975253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/8739179181016975253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/8739179181016975253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2008/07/rod-debate.html' title='Rod debate'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-7878520560989955108</id><published>2008-07-02T17:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:21:36.500+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glastonbury 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumford and Sons'/><title type='text'>The start of blogs to come!</title><content type='html'>Mumford and Sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an E.P. Launch night already sold out in Kilburn, and fresh off the back of a rousing set on Sunday morning at Glastonbury festival's Park stage Mumford and sons are on the path to stardom. Sure its a dusty path, a little overgrown in places and a far cry from the autobahn of success travelled by your Radioplays or Coldheads but the right path nonetheless! There isn't a huge amount on the wwweb of theirs to listen to in fact their Myspace (Theirspace) has only two songs for streaming namely, White Blank Page and Awake My Soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their performance at Emily Eavis' pet project Park area, was one of the highlights of this year's festival. With the sun well and truly out, the crowd all sat on the grass soaking in the rays and not the moisture from the ground they ambled out on to the stage. With the first track finished and applause duly received lead singer Marcus Mumford edges sideways towards the mic and somewhat awkwardly says "This may be a bit self-indulgent but 'Hello Glastonbury'..." which is met with warm smiles and a smattering of whoops. The set progresses and barely a still foot can be seen, straw hats bob gaily back and forth to the strains of the banjo and double bass driving the momentum to each songs climactic finish. As is so often the case at festivals you are left wanting more when tight time constraints bring about the end of a special set. I could have stayed entirely captivated for much much longer without once glancing down at the necklace of bands and times around my neck, but end it did and the seated revelers were brought to their feet in appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to take a listen and see for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mumfordandsons"&gt;&lt;span class="artistInfo"&gt;&lt;span class="vanity"&gt; www.myspace.com/mumfordandsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEuR0BTI_uM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEuR0BTI_uM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-7878520560989955108?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/7878520560989955108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=7878520560989955108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/7878520560989955108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/7878520560989955108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2008/07/start-of-blogs-to-come.html' title='The start of blogs to come!'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-4973429288710507696</id><published>2008-07-02T17:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:05:10.374+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apres Glastonbury funny video post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9RsQg1dnwiY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9RsQg1dnwiY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-4973429288710507696?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/4973429288710507696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=4973429288710507696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/4973429288710507696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/4973429288710507696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2008/07/apres-glastonbury-funny-video-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-3589879720171571054</id><published>2008-06-09T12:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:43:12.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Compare People</title><content type='html'>Anyone with a Facebook account will probably be familiar with the flood of useless applications encouraging you to infect your friends to join your zombie army or some other ridiculous and entirely useless pursuit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well "Compare People" is one of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you innocently login to Facebook to find a message informing you that a close friend of yours has rated you against someone else. To find out what this supposed friend thinks of you all you have to do is add the application yourself. (hemorrhaging an assortment of personal details to a faceless nameless group of companies who can whore it out to whomever they please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you its a bittersweet experience to receive an email every few days telling you that your best qualities are "Best father potential" "Person with the best hair" "Best Friend" but immediately below to have yourself rated as "Least Brave" and "Least punctual"... What am I to do?  clearly I need to prove my bravery to the extended list of people I no longer see to right this wrong, and whats more I must do it on time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I could arrange some sort of base jump at a uncharacteristically early hour in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space my "friends"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-3589879720171571054?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/3589879720171571054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=3589879720171571054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/3589879720171571054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/3589879720171571054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2008/06/compare-people.html' title='Compare People'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-2642736422117192115</id><published>2008-06-05T23:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T15:40:51.178+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Big 'Nother</title><content type='html'>Hello 2008 all enlightened and hopeful... the year of Climate change and global economic collapse... the year when natural disasters occur more often than Lindsey Lohan up-skirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it then that with all that's going on in the world Big Brother is back infecting our television sets once again? Now I'm all for holding auditions and selecting the most "wacky", "outrageous", "opinionated" and misguided idiots in the country but surely not for the purposes of television... Call it a public service, call it cleansing the nation's gene pull... call it what you like but would any of us be worse off without these fame hungry examples of all that is wrong with the world today. Harsh yes, but wrong? I think not... To quote Charlie Brooker "They are so stupid they have to whistle when going to the toilet to know which end to shit out of"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against my will and better judgment I subjected my senses to the last half an hour or so of last nights "herding of the twats" that is BB's launch night. As microcosms go, this year's looks to be one of the more outlandish and inaccurate ones... lets see we have 1x albino, 1 x blind guy, 1 x wacky homosexual, 1 x slut, 2 x hmm Hmmm ghetto it girls... (it girls should really be changed to tit girls  in my opinion, at best this is all they seem to offer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact to waste anymore time and energy dissecting the layers of shit that build up Big Brother would be vastly disproportionate to its worth, so suffice to say I will be hoping for an electrical fire this year... Text "FIRE" to 88617&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-2642736422117192115?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/2642736422117192115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=2642736422117192115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/2642736422117192115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/2642736422117192115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-nother.html' title='Big &apos;Nother'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-7351460977364332393</id><published>2008-06-05T17:34:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:11:47.809+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coldplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hypem'/><title type='text'>Viva La Hype Machine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hypem.com/"&gt;HYPE MACHINE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great site for streaming music of  all genres and era's... B-sides, live versions, rarities they're all there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it work? I don't hear you ask.... Well, it searches through music blog after music blog for uploaded tracks and then you can listen to them or go to the blog and download it directly (If you're that way inclined)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*sometimeslifesok does not condone this kind of behavior OK?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to a selection Coldplay's Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends tracks. Its seemingly a new direction for them, and should hopefully dissuade some of their detractors from complaining about the same old dull ballads... only time will tell I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XsrnZjnO7k4/SEgY_nKFK4I/AAAAAAAAABE/rYCoHrQEl7s/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XsrnZjnO7k4/SEgY_nKFK4I/AAAAAAAAABE/rYCoHrQEl7s/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208440450176068482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://hypem.com/search/coldplay/1/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-7351460977364332393?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/7351460977364332393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=7351460977364332393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/7351460977364332393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/7351460977364332393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2008/06/viva-la-hype-machine.html' title='Viva La Hype Machine!'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XsrnZjnO7k4/SEgY_nKFK4I/AAAAAAAAABE/rYCoHrQEl7s/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-275518665323720657</id><published>2008-06-04T17:29:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:40:09.882+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick of the pics...</title><content type='html'>OK so we all know about sleeve face, I'm not blogging about the cool new thing here but I just couldn't let this one go by without giving it special mention. A great picture and a great album!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XsrnZjnO7k4/SEbDQ3KFK2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/S5ItGrCTPG8/s1600-h/Sleeve-Heartbreaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XsrnZjnO7k4/SEbDQ3KFK2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/S5ItGrCTPG8/s320/Sleeve-Heartbreaker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208064713552112482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh alright then... One more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XsrnZjnO7k4/SEbFEHKFK3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/1ItbrK3VprI/s1600-h/Sleeve+Rod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XsrnZjnO7k4/SEbFEHKFK3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/1ItbrK3VprI/s320/Sleeve+Rod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208066693532035954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I will get around to doing one... One day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-275518665323720657?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/275518665323720657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=275518665323720657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/275518665323720657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/275518665323720657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2008/06/pick-of-pics.html' title='Pick of the pics...'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XsrnZjnO7k4/SEbDQ3KFK2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/S5ItGrCTPG8/s72-c/Sleeve-Heartbreaker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-92327293686780982</id><published>2008-05-29T13:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T00:23:17.499+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... of the day!</title><content type='html'>QUOTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Has that door been oiled? I almost got it on my Donna Karan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; CLANG! who feels the need to name drop clothing, never a more twatish thing said surely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsrnZjnO7k4/SD7C6yNQu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HN94AZgFhsk/s1600-h/Wombat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsrnZjnO7k4/SD7C6yNQu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HN94AZgFhsk/s320/Wombat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205812534452468642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you need reason to like this little guy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O66LehVnnIY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O66LehVnnIY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh another Adam Buxton classic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-92327293686780982?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/92327293686780982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=92327293686780982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/92327293686780982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/92327293686780982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-day.html' title='... of the day!'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsrnZjnO7k4/SD7C6yNQu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HN94AZgFhsk/s72-c/Wombat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-6633533775915083181</id><published>2008-05-21T17:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T13:27:36.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Last orders, who's round is it?</title><content type='html'>The Londergound is calling last orders on drinking alcohol on its tubes, trains and platforms from June 1st 2008. Its somewhat ironic that the use of the underground at rush hour to get back and forth from work is enough to drive anyone to the drink, but nonetheless&lt;br /&gt;it is happening. To bid farewell to yet another strand of freedom there is to be a cocktail party held on the circle line on the 31st May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lastordersontheunderground.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://lastordersontheunderground.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to go on a massive rant but it seems to me that to ban the consumption of alcohol on public transport will only serve to deter the average law abiding man or woman who finds themselves with a "bag for life" of booze heading to a party from getting started early on their journey. It will not magically eradicate drunkeness from your journey home. Given that you can still fall out of a Wetherspoons with the remains of a pallet of WKD and a previously enjoyed £1.99 burger and a pint down your front on to the nearest bus or tube. So when you next find yourself sitting next to a member of the great British public, semi comatose and several days unwashed on a tube so packed it would make Hugh Fernley Whittingstall cry... remember to think to yourself how happy you are that our priorities are in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm wrong but if you're the kind of guy who enjoys a good stabbing, or gang war then maybe just maybe you won't give two shits about having a drink on the tube...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-6633533775915083181?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/6633533775915083181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=6633533775915083181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/6633533775915083181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/6633533775915083181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-orders-whos-round-is-it.html' title='Last orders, who&apos;s round is it?'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284332895183316116.post-6795297343129926512</id><published>2008-05-20T16:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:28:49.990+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Iver'/><title type='text'>For Nick; Forever (or at least a week or two)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bon Iver - For Emma; Forever Ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was originally released back in 2006 with only 500 copies to go around but it has more recently been re-released and within a matter of weeks its popularity has been slowly exploding like a tiny universe of its own. Currently the itunes single of the week (Skinny Love) what once seemed like it might be a personal treasure to recommend to friends and strangers alike to reflect on them just how amazing my musical taste is can now be heard coming out of TVs, ipods and mobile phones the land over. There is nothing to me quite so depressing as having your newly discovered artist of the moment suddenly appearing in an ad break side by side with cornflakes and Veet leg wax, hammocked between 2 equally dull and painful segments of Hollyoaks +1 in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, seeing as it could only be a matter of time before its playing on the jukebox in the Queen Vic or being covered by Amy Winehouse on Mark Ronson's next uninspiring album I thought I would urge you to listen now before it gets spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/boniver"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="a"&gt;www.myspace.com/&lt;b&gt;bon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;iver&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="a"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virb.com/boniver"&gt;www.virb.com/&lt;b&gt;bon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virb.com/boniver"&gt;iver&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/62i9Sodwp5o&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/62i9Sodwp5o&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62i9Sodwp5o"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="a"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--n--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5284332895183316116-6795297343129926512?l=sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/feeds/6795297343129926512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5284332895183316116&amp;postID=6795297343129926512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/6795297343129926512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5284332895183316116/posts/default/6795297343129926512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifesok.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-nick-forver-or-at-least-week-or-two.html' title='For Nick; Forever (or at least a week or two)'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02149890694629956927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
