<?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-6462676</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:24:52.509+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Real-life chicklit</title><subtitle type='html'>"I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train."&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;i&gt;This summer's must-read paperbacks:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.taxloss.blogspot.com"&gt;Taxloss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hypatiaavenue.blogspot.com"&gt;Hypatia Avenue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://readie.blogspot.com/"&gt;McReadie Nuggets&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.jojou.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Sun, the Clouds&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.thisisntlondon.blogspot.com/"&gt;This Isn't London&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109760943268829703</id><published>2004-10-12T20:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T20:30:32.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Click here for the first chapter of the sequel to Real-Life Chicklit: The Provincial Princess.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109760943268829703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109760943268829703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109760943268829703' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109403580064276073</id><published>2004-09-01T11:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T11:50:05.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sadly, any best-selling novel must eventually reach its denouement, and mundane stories of the everyday life of young professional women who are desperate to get married are no exception, I'm afraid. And so we reach the final chapter of Real-Life Chicklit.Readers who have been with me since the beginning (I can hear the violins now, can't you?) will recall that I called my blog Real-Life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109403580064276073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109403580064276073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109403580064276073' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109291306299209280</id><published>2004-08-19T11:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T11:57:51.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! D A M N ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! I have missed yet another Circle Line Party. I don't fucking believe it. I was religiously checking the website for months, and then of course a couple of months ago I stopped doing it, and lo and behold, they bloody go and organise one and I miss the motherfucker. DAMN. DAMNDIDDYDAMNDAMNDAMN. I bet loads of people I know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109291306299209280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109291306299209280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109291306299209280' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109291143299527013</id><published>2004-08-19T11:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T11:30:36.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Word of the Day: squeeze. As in "the main squeeze", which is one of my favourite phrases. Not as in the 80s pop group, although they did give the world Rowland Rivron and Jools Holland, so that I guess we can thank them for.LinktoComments('1908041')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109291143299527013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109291143299527013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109291143299527013' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109291092373364067</id><published>2004-08-19T11:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T11:22:25.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't believe I left bean sprouts off my list of vegetables. They should totally be at number 6, coz I love them. Especially chick pea sprouts that still have the bean attached, in peanut butter sandwiches, or mixed up with houmous in a salad. Also the boyf and I have just discovered sunflower seed sprouts, which are delish. But I can't bear to knock broccoli off its tenuous 10th position, so I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109291092373364067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109291092373364067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109291092373364067' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109282637448531787</id><published>2004-08-18T11:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T12:00:53.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in the mood for lists, so here are my top 10 favourite vegetables (and being vegetarian, I fancy myself quite the connoisseur):10 broccoli. Fun little trees and really nice on the barbecue: just stick the raw broccoli on the barbie and in a few minutes you've got a veg snack that's not unlike the crispy seaweed stuff you get in Chinese restaurants. It would be higher up the list apart from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109282637448531787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109282637448531787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109282637448531787' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109282387504905616</id><published>2004-08-18T10:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T11:11:32.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I watched Freaky Friday the other day when theboyf was out and I fancied some mindless entertainment and you know what, it was quite a funny film, not least because of the talents of the lovely Jamie Lee Curtis. I hadn't seen her doing slapstick comedy before and she was very funny, and also looking stunning thanks to that bone structure and a heavy dose of the Good-Looking Chromosome no doubt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109282387504905616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109282387504905616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109282387504905616' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109222710924388985</id><published>2004-08-11T13:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T13:25:17.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Denzel Washington is 50 this week and therefore my Older God of the Day. And let me tell you, it's a happy birthday to him, and a very, very happy birthday for all the rest of us who appreciate a set of lovely big brown eyes and a nice trim backside (shame he's made so many appalling Gard Bless America-type movies).LinktoComments('1108043')http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=Fizzwhizz&amp;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109222710924388985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109222710924388985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109222710924388985' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109222330869863885</id><published>2004-08-11T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T13:18:52.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't decide whether this is a cute animal story or a really, really scarey story about the dangers of flying in aeroplanes. Whatever, being a cat-owner myself, I can totally relate to the poor pilots' plight.I wish I didn't have to work and could just stay at home with my cat.LinktoComments('1108041')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109222330869863885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109222330869863885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109222330869863885' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109222296748180426</id><published>2004-08-11T12:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T12:18:43.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay! It's time for another silly personality test. This week, there are two.What Classic Movie Are You?personality tests by similarminds.comandWhat Famous Leader Are You?personality tests by similarminds.comI'm kinda pleased about being JFK, but he did cheat on his wife which isn't a very nice thing to do. Also, I'm not aware that I use power to increase my sexual options, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109222296748180426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109222296748180426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109222296748180426' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109178303261407695</id><published>2004-08-06T10:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T10:05:03.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've just realised that my friend Tone's husband looks like a young Jeff Beck, and now I feel really weird about fancying him (Jeff that is, not Tone's husband, whom I don't, repeat don't, fancy in the slightest and have in fact never even thought of in That Way).LinktoComments('0608041')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109178303261407695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109178303261407695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109178303261407695' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109178250500347492</id><published>2004-08-06T09:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T09:56:39.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay! Kids that throw horrible big noisy scarey fireworks around are going to be locked away for ever and ever, and so they should be. I can't see these news laws making much of a difference to the annual horror that is the months of October and November in Hackney, though, to be honest: the shops are already full of illegal fireworks so I don't see why they'd take a blind bit of notice when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109178250500347492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109178250500347492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109178250500347492' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109160829846077115</id><published>2004-08-04T09:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T09:31:50.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spiders - they're evil. It's official.Sharon Edwards: get well soon.LinktoComments('040804')http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=Fizzwhizz&amp;ampcommentid=040804&gt;CommentI think I might have got proper coffee instead of decaf by mistake this morning. I'm spoiling for a rumble already and I'm only halfway down the cup. Woe betide anyone in my office who crosses me in the next three hours or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109160829846077115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109160829846077115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109160829846077115' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109145350575128460</id><published>2004-08-02T14:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T14:33:40.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Top 10 Things That I'm Scared Of:10. Getting gassed in my sleep because I've forgotten to turn the hob off9. Car drivers when I'm riding my bike, particularly in Dalston8. Riding pillion on the boyf's motorbike (a Bandit 1200, speed fans)7. Someone breaking into the flat at night and stabbing us6. The boyf dying in a motorbike accident5. Cancer4. Heights3. Spiders2. Getting pregnant1. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109145350575128460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109145350575128460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109145350575128460' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109143549727468926</id><published>2004-08-02T09:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T09:32:37.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You cuold s.ave thou.sands on your mort gage" - God, I'm so over computer virus emails, aren't you? I mean, a few years ago when the interweb was all new and exciting, you'd live in fear of getting an email that contained a virus, and the papers would regularly have warning articles about "ooh ooh don't open the attachment whatever you do, it will destroy your hard drive and make your screen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109143549727468926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109143549727468926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109143549727468926' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109122464709964394</id><published>2004-07-30T22:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T22:57:32.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There used to be a lovely tree outside my study window, which is on the second floor so I was right up in the branches. It was home to one family of magpies, one family of tits and a squirrel who used to shelter from the rain underneath his tail in an incredibly cute fashion. Me and the boyf used to love looking at all the stuff going on in the tree and watching its leaves change as the seasons </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109122464709964394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109122464709964394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109122464709964394' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109120747833305563</id><published>2004-07-30T17:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T18:11:39.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really like the new Square crisps ad with the Inquisition guy leaping on unsuspecting members of the public who are eating the "not natural" square crisps. "Look! A dog with two heads and two bodies!" Makes me chuckle every time. Way better than some ageing football pundit or that posh bird in a bath. LinktoComments('3007041')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109120747833305563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109120747833305563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109120747833305563' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109120149558528043</id><published>2004-07-30T15:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T16:31:45.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I have a new boss who is pro-Dubya. He revealed this to me yesterday on our office team-building day out, and didn't want to talk about it as he was aware it would be an unpopular view - I must say I did agree that there's nothing spoils a team-building day out like a political shouting match between the boss and his 12 intoxicated employees. I was, however, interested to hear his reasons, as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109120149558528043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109120149558528043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109120149558528043' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109091596647416996</id><published>2004-07-27T09:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T09:12:54.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The best way to keep your youth is to tie him to the bed" - Tara Schwartz "I don't exercise. If god had wanted me to bend over, he would have put diamonds on the floor" - Joan Rivers LinktoComments('270704')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109091596647416996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109091596647416996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109091596647416996' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109085432000507678</id><published>2004-07-26T16:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T16:06:04.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Voice Within? Imagine if your internal monologue really did sound like Christina Aguilera, or Agu-i-i-i-i-i-l-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-r-a-a-a-a-a-uh-uh-uh-ye-e-e-e-e-eah, as she probably pronounces it. LinktoComments('260704')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109085432000507678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109085432000507678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109085432000507678' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109059911081917452</id><published>2004-07-23T17:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T17:14:06.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am tackling the Corrs issue by listening to "Jesus Built My Hotrod" by Ministry. It seems to be working. LinktoComments('2307044')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109059911081917452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109059911081917452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109059911081917452' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109059721481026104</id><published>2004-07-23T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T16:41:02.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pouffe, as the French say when they are feeling un peu overwhelmed. I'm a little freaked out by not one but a whole two people that I don't either work with or hang with commenting on my blog (see the Glade entry, below - sorry, still haven't bothered finding out how to link to previous entries, and I don't intend to, so you'll just have to make with the scroll bars, people). I always write with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109059721481026104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109059721481026104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109059721481026104' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109059639790871016</id><published>2004-07-23T16:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T16:26:53.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Mandy's going to be the new EU commissioner? What's that all about? I find it very odd that New Labour, a party that is supposedly characterised by an awareness of its own public image, repeatedly allows Peter Mandelson to take positions of responsibility despite his history of scandal. I mean, I know Tony Blair loves him, but can Blair not see that he's just embarrassing himself? Everyone's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109059639790871016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109059639790871016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109059639790871016' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109051810913586425</id><published>2004-07-22T18:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T18:49:57.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay! I love it when people I don't know comment on my blog. And how kind of the mysterious John (see below) to point me in the direction of these photos from the Glade. Awwwww. It was so much fun..... I particularly like the way so many of these pics are helpfully labelled "dancing" because looking at some of them, you do wonder exactly what's going on. Sadly, though, I'm not in any of them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109051810913586425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109051810913586425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109051810913586425' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109049776344305375</id><published>2004-07-22T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T13:04:07.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dusty also turned me onto these rather charming re-enactments of classic films by cartoon bunnies, which are a much more suitable thing for young ladies to be concerned with. Also, 'Alien' is one of my favourite films, indeed the whole series is. Sigourney - what a gal. And in the meantime, I've been a bit slack lately with my You Still Woulds, so here's today's: Tom "Magnum PI" Selleck. Come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109049776344305375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109049776344305375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109049776344305375' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109049655921878896</id><published>2004-07-22T12:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T12:42:48.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dusty has sent me this little game. It's rather political, which of course is not a seemly topic for  a lady to discuss, so I won't tell you anything about it, you'll just have to click on the link. LinktoComments('220704')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109049655921878896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109049655921878896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109049655921878896' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-109039921807805907</id><published>2004-07-21T09:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T09:40:33.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's a leedle something from my brother for anyone who has ever lived in or near Britain's Second City (TM). Turn up that sound! Ooh. This is the first time I've posted since Blogger introduced the new editing thingy. It's a bit weird but at least it means I can do pretty colours and exciting fonts, which is fun for all of about 15 seconds and completely meaningless to anyone who's got their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109039921807805907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/109039921807805907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109039921807805907' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108970922541313034</id><published>2004-07-13T09:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T10:00:32.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which movie villain are you?I was Agent Smith.Which is odd.But perhaps I'm too wiley to reveal my true identity...LinktoComments('130704')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108970922541313034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108970922541313034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108970922541313034' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108962910620581791</id><published>2004-07-12T11:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T11:46:43.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey word-fans. Literature can be fun, as we can see from this Dylan Thomas Random Poem Generator and this Hamlet game (thanks Sundried). Woo! No wonder everyone's choosing Eng Lit degrees nowadays.LinktoComments('1207041')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108962910620581791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108962910620581791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108962910620581791' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108962022318457881</id><published>2004-07-12T09:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T09:17:15.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Over the weekend the boyf and I have come to the realisation that we left a bag full of expensive and important shit somewhere in a field in Somerset after Glastonbury. Could have been in the green field camping area, could have been in car park W27, could have been anywhere in between.It's a forlorn hope I know, but if anyone has found a bag containing 1 pair of Scarpa hiking boots (v muddy), 1</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108962022318457881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108962022318457881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108962022318457881' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108937593525195312</id><published>2004-07-09T13:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T13:26:27.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poor David. As a "get well soon" gesture, I'm making him my sugar daddy of the day, coz I totally still would, even though I suspect he's a bit weird in bed, if only because I still remember the early-pubescent stirrings he aroused in me in Labyrinth ("Sarah! Don't Defy Me!"...in these tights, who would?). Lady Benthal and my boyfriend's twin brother would doubtless agree with me, and I know the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108937593525195312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108937593525195312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108937593525195312' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108912030635718340</id><published>2004-07-06T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T14:25:14.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pretty busy today, but let's cheer ourselves up with an Older God of the Day: Piers Brosnan. Come on, you know you still would, and I bet he wouldn't even have to buy you dinner first.LinktoComments('060704')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108912030635718340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108912030635718340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108912030635718340' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108903341045654662</id><published>2004-07-05T13:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T14:17:03.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was American Independence Day, oxymoronic as that name may seem. Regular readers will know that I slag off Uncle Sam quite often, so here, in the interest of balance, are my Top 10 Things I Like About America and Americans (I am here adopting the custom of referring to the USA as "America", so apologies to everyone who lives in the continent - Canadians, I love you guys anyway, and as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108903341045654662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108903341045654662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108903341045654662' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108876903724555168</id><published>2004-07-02T12:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T12:53:50.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Silly season has begun, so we get stories like this one about a bloke who wrote down "all his thoughts" for three months.Bet he didn't. Unless he thinks very, very slowly or writes super, super fast. Or maybe gets distracted a lot less often than I do. Apparently, he noted things down, and then filed them in order later, but how could he then write down what he was thinking while he was filing?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108876903724555168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108876903724555168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108876903724555168' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108856793459236645</id><published>2004-06-30T04:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T04:59:03.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's 4am and I have a horrible case of insomnia brought on by a massive coughing fit (having recovered from last week's flu almost entirely, I am now suffering from the combined effects of severe hayfever and a cold that I caught watching Orbital in the rain wearing a damp coat, see below) that woke me up so thoroughly that I am now looking at the first fingers of dawn wiggling their way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108856793459236645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108856793459236645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108856793459236645' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108784297500973803</id><published>2004-06-21T19:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T19:40:06.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm on holiday and I've got flu. I hate that. Why can't I be ill on work time? So I have been in bed all day trying to get better in time for Wednesday. Bless my lovely boyfriend, he came home from work early and bought me loads of lovely ice cream, and a DVD of Lord of the Rings, and Beechams and Echinacea and magazines and stuff, so I feel very loved and looked after even if I also feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108784297500973803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108784297500973803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108784297500973803' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108755543415236723</id><published>2004-06-18T11:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T11:43:57.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dashing around today getting birhtday stuff for Bessie, but just thought I'd drop in for a quick Older God: it's Jeremy Irons, as requested by Hypatia. I totally still would, although I was a bit put off by that Cronenberg film where he played those really creepy gynaecologist twins.LinktoComments('180604')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108755543415236723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108755543415236723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108755543415236723' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108739015504406918</id><published>2004-06-16T13:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T16:04:46.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As a PS to the Older Goddesses series, check out this extensive study of celebrities not ageing gracefully (the homepage is quite dull but the series of links down the right hand side is fascinating).I don't agree, though, that Christina Aguilera has had a boob job. Her tits look quite natural to me because they are so low slung - I think she has just grown up and grown the corresponding boobs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108739015504406918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108739015504406918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108739015504406918' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108737600339296913</id><published>2004-06-16T09:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T15:14:34.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay! I am Woodstock!You are Woodstock!Which Peanuts character are you? This personality quiz thing is getting out of hand, but still I find it entertaining.LinktoComments('1606041')CommentPlease. Everyone. Help me get this highly irritating woman off our TV screens by calling 09011 214411. Try doing it from work and then your employer has to pay the 25p call charge - it took my company </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108737600339296913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108737600339296913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108737600339296913' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108737474629269485</id><published>2004-06-16T08:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T09:38:12.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've just been trying to find a picture of Robert Plant to put as the background on my computer (I currently have the poster for the movie Troy but I'm getting bored of it). And what with 1968-72-era Robert Plant being pretty much my idea of God Made Man, off I trekked to Google images to find one. I ended up being unable to choose between this and this ...they're both a bit small but... humuna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108737474629269485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108737474629269485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108737474629269485' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108730768106135543</id><published>2004-06-15T14:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T14:54:58.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uh-oh. The forecast for Glastonbury isn't looking so good now. Although "the southwest will probably cling on to the best of the sunshine" apparently, so that could be OK.Still, they make it all up anyway I reckon, even their website admits that no one can really predict the weather more than a few days ahead.At least the sun's going to shine on Saturday for Tone and Bird's wedding.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108730768106135543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108730768106135543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108730768106135543' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108677120639126525</id><published>2004-06-09T09:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T10:00:09.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're a Spirograph!!  You're pretty tripped out,even though you've been known to be a bitboring at times.  You manage to serve yourpurpose in life while expending hardly anyeffort (and are probably stoned to the gillsall the while). What 1980s childhood toy are you?I'm so excited about being Spirograph as I absolutely loved mine when I as a kid and spent hours making abstract thingummy-jigs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108677120639126525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108677120639126525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108677120639126525' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108668390073689481</id><published>2004-06-08T09:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T10:12:53.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hooray for Boots which I discovered this morning is now selling packs of 10 sannies for 26p. Good news for the ladies. They're the old-fashioned brick-of-cotton-wool type but you know, it's a start. I generally wear washable ones at home (yes, i too thought it would be all yucky before I tried them, but it's really not) and organic unbleached ones for work (because however much I might be At One</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108668390073689481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108668390073689481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108668390073689481' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108653718612218651</id><published>2004-06-06T16:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T16:53:14.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kitten from Big Brother signs up with a Murdoch paper? Honestly! Who's doing her PR?LinktoComments('MANUAL')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108653718612218651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108653718612218651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108653718612218651' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108636645623813475</id><published>2004-06-04T17:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T17:30:47.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The End" by Blur is on the radio. I remember it being a lot better; when the album came out I was either a student or just finishing school, and I listened to it incessantly, particularly this song, which I thought very moving. Still, I was stoned most of the time. Now it just seems like slight, self-indulgent dross and Damon Albarn's "lor luvvaduck" singing really grates - and what's that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108636645623813475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108636645623813475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108636645623813475' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108636069920754821</id><published>2004-06-04T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T17:21:54.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm still angry about that woman wittering on about Bridget Jones. "navigated the perilous terrain of the modern woman's pysche with sassy aplomb"??!!!??!! A) Any first-year Women's Studies student will tell you that generalisations like "the modern woman's psyche" went out of fashion round about 1954 and I find it deeply annoying that she insinuates that all "modern women", (by which she must, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108636069920754821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108636069920754821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108636069920754821' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108635955836078083</id><published>2004-06-04T15:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T15:32:43.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate it when people say "restror" in a cod French accent when they mean "restaurant" which as we all know is really pronounced "resstront".But I like it when people say "St Pancreas" instead of "St Pancras". Don't know why, I just do.LinktoComments('0306043')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108635955836078083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108635955836078083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108635955836078083' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108627770813413160</id><published>2004-06-03T16:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T16:49:49.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>""Many of these [chick-lit] titles really are trash: trash that imitates other, better books that could have ushered in a new wave of smart, postfeminist writing, and trash that threatens to flood the market in women's reading," writes Anna Weinberg in recently defunct Book magazine. Weinberg, who contends that early chick lit, like Bridget Jones's Diary, "navigated the perilous terrain of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108627770813413160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108627770813413160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108627770813413160' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108627602384337477</id><published>2004-06-03T16:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T16:20:34.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You are professor Fizzwhizz, who is extremely clever" - hmmmn, maybe those Christians are onto something after all. This lot certainly seem to be uncannily astute judges of personality.LinktoComments('0206042')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108627602384337477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108627602384337477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108627602384337477' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108626105408859829</id><published>2004-06-03T11:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T12:12:56.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cherry-flavour fags? Nnnnnnnyyyyyyyeeeeeeeuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrhurhurhurhurhurk!The most worrying thing is that aparently, "some of these flavours are already used in cigarettes". No wonder they taste so different to real tobacco. But who the hell smokes fags these days anyway (apart from the dogs in the testing labs)? I mean, everyone I know is on the rollies - even, in some particularly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108626105408859829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108626105408859829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108626105408859829' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108609338727588473</id><published>2004-06-01T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T13:36:36.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It may be a shitty, foggy day today in London today but the outlook for Glasters is warm and sunny, according to the BBC anyway. Check it out: "Monday 14 June to 27 June 2004 - With high pressure still close by, it will be a largely fine end to the month. There may be rather more cloud flirting with the northwest but most places should remain predominantly dry. The southern half of the UK is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108609338727588473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108609338727588473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108609338727588473' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108609253495093162</id><published>2004-06-01T13:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T13:23:33.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apparently women still earn up to 30% less than men. Well, a jolly good thing too, because of course there is one week every month when we just can't function properly, although as a lady I can't say any more about it, so it's only fair that we should only get paid for three weeks out of four. Besides, think of all the time we spend gossiping and doing our hair in the toilets!Actually, I think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108609253495093162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108609253495093162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108609253495093162' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108608690579023928</id><published>2004-06-01T11:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T11:48:33.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finally got round to opening my postal ballot form this morning - it did come a few days ago but I haven't got round to it yet. Anyway I was surprised and not a little concerned to find that the days of the secret ballot appear to be over: the papers are numbered with a code that corresponds to the one on the ID verification form (a witness has to sign a thing saying that they know the person </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108608690579023928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108608690579023928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108608690579023928' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108565197261189848</id><published>2004-05-27T10:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T11:00:07.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tracey Emin - we love her. While other artists who lost works in the art fire go on about "I hold God personally responsible - how pissed off am I on a scale of one to 10? I'd say 11" (Dinos Chapman), what does our Trace have to say? "I'm upset ... I'm also very upset about those people whose wedding got bombed last week in Iraq, and people being dug out from under 400ft of mud in the Dominican </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108565197261189848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108565197261189848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108565197261189848' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108514982777792492</id><published>2004-05-21T14:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T15:30:38.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The Civil Service does not do jokes" apparently, and I hope it isn't joking about this scheme to warm nuclear mineheads by filling them with chickens. Seems a little harsh on the chickens but, you know, I'm sure there's EU regulations on the use of poultry for military purposes.LinktoComments('2105045')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108514982777792492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108514982777792492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108514982777792492' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108513613536622282</id><published>2004-05-21T11:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T11:42:24.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Older Goddess of the day: Julie Christie. Another example of what classic styling and quality grooming products can do for a woman as she ages. She's just class. Let's have a gratutitous picture of her as 60s sexpot too coz I just love that fringe.LinktoComments('2105045')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108513613536622282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108513613536622282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108513613536622282' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108513462831939493</id><published>2004-05-21T10:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T11:17:50.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A thousand pigeons each with a two-ounce explosive capsule landed at intervals on a specific target might be a seriously inconvenient surprise" - yes it's that time of year again, when security service documents get to the end of their confidentiality period and journalists are gifted fabulous stories including allegations that the guy they based the Ralph Fiennes character in "The English </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108513462831939493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108513462831939493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108513462831939493' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108512463243718847</id><published>2004-05-21T08:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T08:46:38.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am becoming increasingly concerned about the way people's blogs just seem to be stopping working. First Kelvin, then Hypatia... is there come kind of psycho sniper on the loose in Blogland, or do they just not like me any more?Word of the day: nendless (as in "Every day's a nendless dream/of cigarettes and magazines")LinktoComments('2105041')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108512463243718847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108512463243718847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108512463243718847' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108505798063428668</id><published>2004-05-20T13:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T13:59:54.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't believe no one's had a single idea about my VCR issues (see Real-life Chicklit of 11 May for details. I'd link to it but I don't know, and frankly don't care, how to link to stuff in my own archives).LinktoComments('2005044')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108505798063428668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108505798063428668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108505798063428668' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108505757845140285</id><published>2004-05-20T13:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T13:53:03.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ohmigod! If you type "Fizzwhizz" into Google, FOUR - count 'em - of the top 10 hits are from Real-life Chicklit. And another one is me on a bulletin board talking about nerdy computer games, but let's gloss over that. I'M, LIKE, TOTALLY FAMOUS THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE CYBERSPHERE! I'd better get a blog like Fred Durst and start calling myself an "artist".It's even wierder if you do an image search.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108505757845140285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108505757845140285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108505757845140285' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108505577293268379</id><published>2004-05-20T13:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T14:07:15.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Fred Durst from boy-pop band Limp Bizkit has a blog (or at least, his PR has a blog in his name). It's pretty predictable "hey, fans, I feel your pain, my mom and dad harsh me out too" - I recommend you don't read any of it unless you have a strong stomach, particularly the comments. But I was interested by two things:1) that he describes himself as an "artist". It really annoys me when pop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108505577293268379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108505577293268379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108505577293268379' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108496584999569994</id><published>2004-05-19T12:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T12:24:25.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Photo ID shows toll job has taken on man's health - the Onion's comedy goes remarkably close to the bone once again.... However I'm surprised it doesn't touch on the embarrassment of noticing that your hairstyle on your office ID is way, way too last season for comfort. On my card I have a fine version of last year's "quiff"-style ponytail, as modelled here by Heidi Sugababe - that's the one on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108496584999569994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108496584999569994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108496584999569994' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108490213408689109</id><published>2004-05-18T18:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T18:42:21.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm hoping this story about wife-beating from the Oldham Chronicle is a piss-take. I mean, I know there are only eight decent sub-editors in the world, but surely even hopelessly under-paid local paper subs can't have missed all this stuff, or even worse, think it's funny. Thanks for Deadline for the link.LinktoComments('1805043')Comment </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108490213408689109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108490213408689109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108490213408689109' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108487855207822473</id><published>2004-05-18T11:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T12:16:19.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, so possibly the Indian election thing is a little more complicated than I previously realised. But still, hooray for democracy and boo for macro-economics - I do find it rather odd that the world's investors seemed quite happy to put their money in India when it was run by a bunch of religious fundamentalists, but one whiff of a pinko and they all peg it to the cashpoint.LinktoComments('</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108487855207822473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108487855207822473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108487855207822473' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108455571826802068</id><published>2004-05-14T18:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T18:29:14.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hooray for the Congress Party winning the Indian election. It's totally a victory for secular government over religious fundamentalism. One of the things I found most shocking when I visited India was the BJP government's extreme Hindu element, and the fact that politicians could go in the papers and actually say that it was OK for Hindus to burn down mosques and vice versa (well, not literally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108455571826802068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108455571826802068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108455571826802068' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108454139886417198</id><published>2004-05-14T14:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T14:30:05.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A lady at the bus stop had an interesting point to make about the 14-year-old abortion thing. She was saying to her friend, if parents don't have to be told what's going on in their children's lives, the government has no right then to hold parents responsible for their children's behaviour. You can't have it both ways - either the kids are responsible for themselves or they aren't. This was all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108454139886417198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108454139886417198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108454139886417198' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108444918472876935</id><published>2004-05-13T12:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T12:53:20.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've just watched Denmark's Eurovision video and either we wuz robbed or the standard of entries must be exceptionally high this year, because I thought it was a catchy tune that would have got at least 9 points if I were a judge. Roll on Saturday night!LinktoComments('1405044')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108444918472876935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108444918472876935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108444918472876935' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108444785599522824</id><published>2004-05-13T12:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T12:33:14.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two really good things have happened so far today:1) I am wearing a pair of trousers I haven't been able to do up for about a year!2) The sun is shining and I had a lovely ride into work on my bike!LinktoComments('1405041')CommentWhat's up with this woman wanting the law changed because her 14-year-old daughter had an abortion without telling her? It's not the school's fault, it's not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108444785599522824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108444785599522824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108444785599522824' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108439626315501684</id><published>2004-05-12T22:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T22:12:08.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Older Goddess of the Day: Zoe Wanamaker.OK, so she does that really, really annoying My Family sitcom. But she's still a sexpot - it's the voice. She's got the Honor Blackman sexy gravel thing going on and that just keeps her smouldering despite passing the socially acceptable age for women to be gorgeous. Hoorah for Zoe! I wonder, if I smoke a load of fags, will I achieve the husky voice in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108439626315501684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108439626315501684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108439626315501684' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108439584054473637</id><published>2004-05-12T21:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T22:04:11.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There has been an eerie twist in the VCR saga.This evening Lord Benthal was visiting. As we watched a programme about Evel Knievel, I casually mentioned that I had been unable to record anything using my VCR. He asked for more details."Well," said I, "it plays videos OK but I can't get it to record anything. I set the timer and everything, and it comes on at the right time, but when you play </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108439584054473637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108439584054473637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108439584054473637' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108435269453629146</id><published>2004-05-12T09:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T10:07:13.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I walked past the Tate Modern on the way to work this morning I stopped off to have a look at the dying sparrow. The first thing that struck me was that someone had paid Herzog &amp; De Meuron to design the new window exhibition space, which as far as I can tell could have been specified by a work experience teenager with a Pilkington's Glass catalogue. Ho hum - that's the world of the visual </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108435269453629146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108435269453629146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108435269453629146' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108428342213915237</id><published>2004-05-11T14:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T22:06:34.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It wasn't a TV listings magazine (see the lovely review of my humble outpourings on Mundanity and Rage). I try not to read magazines unless I'm paid for it. I only knew about the QEFTSGUK thing from the trailers that have been all over Living TV for the past two months, and the mistake actually happened because I was under the impression when I wrote the blog entry that it was the day before it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108428342213915237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108428342213915237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108428342213915237' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108426523618365548</id><published>2004-05-11T09:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T22:08:32.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How middle-aged am I, part 4658: the bloke at the checkout in Marks and Spencer was flirting with me this morning as I bought my sandwich - and as if that wasn't middle-aged enough, the first thing that came into my head was "Ooh, what a nice young man". Help!LinktoComments('1105047')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108426523618365548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108426523618365548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108426523618365548' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108394284821751615</id><published>2004-05-07T16:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T16:18:36.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Argh! Have just realised I got the day wrong and actually Queer Eye UK started yesterday evening, and I therefore missed it because some friends came round. Why can't I keep a grip on stuff? I mean, the dippy earth mother creative-type pose works to a certain extent but it can rebound on one somewhat.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108394284821751615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108394284821751615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108394284821751615' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108394244454020078</id><published>2004-05-07T16:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T16:12:51.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I quit my job! Yay! repeat to fade.....Yes me and the boyf are off to the loverly countryside to grow yoghurt and weave our own jam. And I shall be returning to the freelance lifestyle. So, if you have enjoyed this blog and you work in the paper or online media, why not book me for a shift? I'm cheaper than Taxloss. In more ways than one, arf arf. Anyway I've been talking about it to just about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108394244454020078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108394244454020078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108394244454020078' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108392465514931026</id><published>2004-05-07T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T11:15:52.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, Queer Eye for the Straight Guy UK starts tonight... I can't imagine it will be as good as the original. From the trailers it just all seems a bit too serious. And how can it be worth watching without Carson's one-liners ("Hi, the 80s called, they want their hair back"), Jai's deadpan guides to romantic dating ("I've got you some tickets to a show by some friends of mine, it's called Taboo") </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108392465514931026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108392465514931026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108392465514931026' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108385225432005025</id><published>2004-05-06T15:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T15:08:41.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Survivor of the Impending Nuclear Apocalypse Are You?A Rum and Monkey joint.LinktoComments('0605044')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108385225432005025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108385225432005025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108385225432005025' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108384998037925733</id><published>2004-05-06T14:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T14:31:17.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you haven't seen Kath &amp; Kim yet, you should. Meanwhile, try out the celebrity makeover feature on their website, which is very diverting (turn the volume up on your computer coz there's sound) and was sent to me by the wonderful Dusty who talks nothing like Kath &amp; Kim, honest. LinktoComments('0605042')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108384998037925733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108384998037925733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108384998037925733' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108384789854376970</id><published>2004-05-06T13:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T13:56:18.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Raaaaaarrd iiiiiiiiiiiin tooooooo ther naaaaaaaart .....Sting's new single (stingle?) is all about the joys of driving in a fast car upholstered with leather seats. That doesn't seem the kind of rainforest-friendly sentiment I've come to expect from the world's most famous ex-teacher.NB: One of my claims to fame is that I once spoke to Trudi Styler on the phone. I was working in a call centre </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108384789854376970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108384789854376970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108384789854376970' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108375876560291289</id><published>2004-05-05T13:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T13:10:30.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lots of epic battle scenes, very little dialogue, Brad Pitt and Orland Bloom? Troy has got to be the date movie of the year. Roll on May 21!LinktoComments('0505042')Comment </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108375876560291289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108375876560291289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108375876560291289' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108375518721850006</id><published>2004-05-05T12:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T12:18:54.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So apparently men like women with big tits because we have higher levels of fertility hormones and therefore are more likely to conceive - it's a scientific FACT. This makes no sense to me however because in my experience men don't want babies and hate it when women get hormonal, so surely they'd logically be attracted to flat-chested, low-hormone women? In fact, many Western men would probably</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108375518721850006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108375518721850006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108375518721850006' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108334351212995509</id><published>2004-04-30T17:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T18:17:19.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you, like me, been wondering what H from Steps (always my favourite member) has been doing since the band broke up (apart from that odd duet single with Claire Watkins)?He's now, apparently, the new singer in legendary 80s prog combo Marillion. How odd. I went to check out their website because I've heard their new single and album are selling well, which seems bizarre even to me, someone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108334351212995509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108334351212995509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108334351212995509' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108334177424841609</id><published>2004-04-30T17:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T17:20:32.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Regular readers of Real-Life Chicklit will know that I slag off America a lot. I make no excuse for this; it's the most powerful country in the world so even if it were not also the self-appointed guardian of the globe's morals, it has to put up with other people having opinions about it. I can't even say that some of my best friends are Americans - I used to have two very good American friends, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108334177424841609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108334177424841609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108334177424841609' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108334131574662017</id><published>2004-04-30T17:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T17:33:09.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've just noticed how often I say "Come on, people". It can be my phrase of the day. I like it. Also another of my phrases du semaine is "Get in!" to indicate approval and encouragement. I don't know where it came from but I'm even starting to irritate myself with it, so God knows how my friends and relations feel.On a heavier note, why is everyone so surprised by American soldiers torturing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108334131574662017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108334131574662017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108334131574662017' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108334008958729017</id><published>2004-04-30T16:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T16:52:27.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmmn. Tea goes right through you, doesn't it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108334008958729017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108334008958729017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108334008958729017' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108333864339222863</id><published>2004-04-30T16:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T16:28:21.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are tickets for Glastonbury going on Ebay for £440 a pair. Come ON, people, it's just a bloody party in a field. And it's probably going to rain.Still, I am a Smug Ticketed so perhaps I'm not qualified to comment.In other news, I'm having a very busy day and wishing I'd hired a freelancer to help out (the uber-talented Mini Me is on a training course and Sundried is working at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108333864339222863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108333864339222863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108333864339222863' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108316718231793986</id><published>2004-04-28T16:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T16:50:37.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Word of the day: rouleau. It's the term for a cylinder of coins. As in "I say my good bank manager sir, please be so kind as to furnish me with a rouleau of your shiniest guineas". Also I like this word because the plural is rouleaux and I like plurals that have Xs on them.LinktoComments('2804042')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108316718231793986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108316718231793986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108316718231793986' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108314516987993324</id><published>2004-04-28T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T10:43:45.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As a teenager I frequently used to get irritated when grown-ups patronised me by saying that I was too young to understand something, or that I was having the best days of my life because I had no responsibilities. Generally, these were people who were unaware that I had a severely physically disabled mother, an emotionally disabled father and a parents-vs-gay-sister situation to deal with, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108314516987993324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108314516987993324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108314516987993324' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108273397430189062</id><published>2004-04-23T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T16:30:23.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been a long time since my last post (indeed, it's been a long time since rock'n'roll) but hey, I hadn't forgotten ya. So why not check out these delightful diet recipes from 1974? They sure make me thankful for the Marks and Spencer Count on Us range.Or, if you're not on a diet but looking for something stylish to wear to the Grand National, how about one of these fine titfers?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108273397430189062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108273397430189062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273397430189062' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108126194697524295</id><published>2004-04-06T15:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T15:43:29.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Word of the day: burlyLots of stuff has happened, as it tends to, so here is a digest, in order of excitingness:1) I got Glastonbury tickets!!!! It was all thanks to my lovely friends Lord and Lady Benthal who discovered that they could phone up on the international line and you only had to listen to an engaged tone for half an hour before getting through. So after our whole group had given </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108126194697524295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108126194697524295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108126194697524295' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108066127819112313</id><published>2004-03-30T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T16:45:56.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hooray! The Vivienne Westwood exhibition opens at the V&amp;A on Thursday, so she gets to be my older goddess of the day. What a fantastic lady. I love her frocks. I love her hairdo. I love the way she totally refuses to "dress her age" (whatever the hell that means, anyway). I love the way she doesn't give a fuck and always seems to be having a great time. I love the fact that she's got a gorgeous </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108066127819112313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108066127819112313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108066127819112313' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108063650826031395</id><published>2004-03-30T09:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T09:53:49.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are a few lines of silence in tribute to the late, great Alistair Cooke, who was a fine, fine broadcaster in the old-fashioned way. I used to listen to Letter From America with my dad when I was a kid and found it incredibly boring but it was an early influence on my journalistic ambitions and anyway, now I've grown up I can appreciate the quality. And he had a damn good innings - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108063650826031395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108063650826031395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108063650826031395' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108058519267427048</id><published>2004-03-29T19:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T19:36:47.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Word of the day: mootLinktoComments('290304')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108058519267427048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108058519267427048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108058519267427048' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108030808629855002</id><published>2004-03-26T13:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-26T13:38:16.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The conspiracy to keep hippies out of the Glastonbury festival and only allow in super-organised people who understand capitalism continues. Crikey. I mean, I'm pretty together considering the legacy of my many years of recreational narcotic abuse, but even I find this a bit much to get my head around. Still, if it means tickets can't be sold on Ebay for the ridiculous mark-ups that people were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108030808629855002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108030808629855002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108030808629855002' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108030616554650988</id><published>2004-03-26T13:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-26T13:06:15.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So last night I dreamed I wasworking as a dentist's receptionist in a room with no windows (hey Freud!) and going out with Eminem. I kept getting hounded by the press who wanted to know if we were getting married and I kept saying "give us a chance, we've only been seeing each other a month". Odd. I'd like to state for the record that I have never found Eminem to be remotely attractive, although </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108030616554650988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108030616554650988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108030616554650988' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108023429655890397</id><published>2004-03-25T17:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-25T17:16:06.763Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are only 16 shopping days left until Administrative Professionals Day!Is there a Sub-editors' Day? Probably not, as it would cause too many arguments about whether the apostrophe should be before or after the S.LinktoComments('2503043')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108023429655890397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108023429655890397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108023429655890397' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108021924057393730</id><published>2004-03-25T12:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-25T12:57:28.920Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jesus, it gets worse: apparently now MTV is demanding independent labels take a cut in the money MTV pays them to show their artists' videos, because MTV reckons the labels should be grateful to it for giving them publicity by playing the videos!! Now, I can sit in front of music videos on TV for as many mindless hours as the next person, but I swear to God, MTV is the worst thing to happen to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108021924057393730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108021924057393730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108021924057393730' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108021525911446029</id><published>2004-03-25T11:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-25T11:51:07.483Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So - it seems I have more readers than I was previously aware of. Welcome to my world, people! You'll find it's really quite mundane but, I think anyway, charmingly documented.Yet another news story about how downloading music from the internet is terribly bad for artists. Peter Gabriel says small bands will suffer because they "depend on record sales for 60% of their income" - well, I'm sure</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108021525911446029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108021525911446029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108021525911446029' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108012748891582114</id><published>2004-03-24T11:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-25T13:39:05.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I would like to throw two musical questions open to my dear readers.1) In the Coke advert where the annoyingly coy/smug woman is handing out bottles of everyone's favourite carbonated and caffeinated beverage to strangers on the street ('I wish I could share all the love that's in my heart' etc), how does she carry that many open bottles in her handbag without it dripping out of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108012748891582114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108012748891582114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108012748891582114' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462676.post-108003862387691198</id><published>2004-03-23T10:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-23T10:49:05.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cat spending evenings mooning around living room mewling and looking expectantly into corners where rat last seen, then intermittently attacking extremities of humans' limbs. It's nearly as bad as the aftermath of the laser-pointer incident.LinktoComments('230304')Comment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108003862387691198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6462676/posts/default/108003862387691198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizzwhizz.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108003862387691198' title=''/><author><name>Fizzwhizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11093947992541044676</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></entry></feed>
