<?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-17267347</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:14:14.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapulence</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Def: Sickness caused by excessive eating or drinking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A selection of the utter drivel that has spewed forth from drunken friends</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fumbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11422565945066037928</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17267347.post-115470164946285508</id><published>2006-08-05T11:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:52:11.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On the topic of cooking</title><content type='html'>"It's not that I find cooking difficult, its just the mixing and heating of things that gets a bit out of control."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17267347-115470164946285508?l=alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/feeds/115470164946285508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17267347&amp;postID=115470164946285508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/115470164946285508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/115470164946285508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-topic-of-cooking.html' title='On the topic of cooking'/><author><name>Fumbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11422565945066037928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17267347.post-115470191562558770</id><published>2006-08-04T15:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T20:59:49.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Oscar for most melodramatic performance of the year goes to...</title><content type='html'>Durring a heated post breakup debate - "Just leave me my pain..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17267347-115470191562558770?l=alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/feeds/115470191562558770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17267347&amp;postID=115470191562558770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/115470191562558770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/115470191562558770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-oscar-for-most-melodramatic.html' title='And the Oscar for most melodramatic performance of the year goes to...'/><author><name>Fumbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11422565945066037928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17267347.post-115470105716986327</id><published>2006-08-04T15:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T15:32:16.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What not to say in a job interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"... and if I were their line managers, oops sorry, I'm not actually schizophrenic..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17267347-115470105716986327?l=alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/feeds/115470105716986327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17267347&amp;postID=115470105716986327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/115470105716986327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/115470105716986327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-not-to-say-in-job-interview.html' title='What not to say in a job interview'/><author><name>Fumbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11422565945066037928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17267347.post-115470062906994072</id><published>2006-08-04T15:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T15:32:35.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>From the philosopher...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"The only difference between uncertainty and certainty is time.  And there's not much any of us can do about that."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17267347-115470062906994072?l=alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/feeds/115470062906994072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17267347&amp;postID=115470062906994072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/115470062906994072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/115470062906994072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/2006/08/from-philosopher.html' title='From the philosopher...'/><author><name>Fumbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11422565945066037928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17267347.post-114123130805920152</id><published>2006-03-01T16:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-04T15:08:38.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How life changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Ten things I knew when I was ten&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1. Mum and Dad were ace.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2. Brothers weren’t.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3. Bedtime was 8:30pm.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;4. I was going to be a policeman when I grew up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;5. I had a best friend.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;6. I would compete in the Olympics.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;7. World peace was just a wish away.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8. Everybody was equal, but some people smelled more than others.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;9. You shouldn’t talk to strangers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;10. Smoking was bad for you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;Twenty things I thought I knew when I was twenty&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1. Brothers weren’t that bad after all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2. Drinking was fun.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3. Smoking was still bad for you, but fun too.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;4. Drugs were just as much fun as drinking and smoking.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;5. I could still be anything I wanted to be, if only I could work out what that was.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;6. I would not be competing in the Olympics in this particular lifetime.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;7. Friends will come and go but they’re worth having anyway.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8. It’s hard to get laid if you don’t talk to strangers, but that was the point all along.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;9. Music lyrics could explain everything, if you listened hard enough.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;10. Acne and car accidents are both pointless and tedious.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;11. My life was going to be interesting and unique and it was sure to start soon.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;12. I’d never place a personal ad.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;13. No matter how good your deodorant you will still smell from time to time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;14. The idea of being gay was scary.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;15. Polyester shirts were cool in a retro geek kind of way.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;16. To be truly cynical, you had to once be an idealist.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;17. If a friend has changed the layout of their room and changed their hairstyle in a week, spend some time with them – they’re probably in need of a friend.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;18. If you sprain both ankles on the same flight of stairs, stop drinking and don’t attempt to walk too far.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;19. The Internet was interesting but probably wouldn’t change people’s lives.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;20. The prodigy was cool.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;Thirty things I think I know approaching thirty&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1. Anticipating the future is pointless – it will be better and worse than you ever expected.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2. If you buy three books in a three for two offer the third one will always be crap.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3. An opportunity to walk to work and a late bus are the same thing – it depends on how you look at it.  It doesn’t matter whether you walk or stand on the side of the road swearing – both are cathartic and you’ll be late anyway.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;4. Even the most model family can become dysfunctional with age.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;5. Love is painful - falling is wonderful but the stop at the bottom can damn near kill you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;6. Reading is a pleasure.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;7. Car accidents deserve respect – they can completely change your world.
&lt;p&gt;8. Acne still sucks.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;9. Laminate your queue card if you’re doing a eulogy – it stops the ink running if you cry.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;10. Email lets you communicate with everyone quickly.  That means you can offend more people in a less time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;11. Things that happen when you’re a child stay with you for a long time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;12. It’s scary when bar staff start to look underage.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;13. I will never be a neat person and housework will always be a chore.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;14. The idea of being straight was scarier than the idea of being gay.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;15. The Internet changed everything.  Including personal ads.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;16. Acid is not a good drug.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;17. Sunglasses are not just a fashion accessory.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;18. Thirty year olds probably make the same number of mistakes as twenty year olds.  And sound as idiotic when giving advice.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;19. To loose one job unexpectedly in a year can be seen as unfortunate, to loose two is downright moronic.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;20. Everyone should have at least one pathological fear.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;21. The novelty of pay-day does not wear off with the years.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;22. People will forgive you if you admit to being an idiot.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;23. Telling the truth is easier than lying, but embellishment on CVs is essential.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;24. Hair is important.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;25. Baboons bums are really really ugly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;26. World peace and beauty pageants are both unrealistic aims and ugly in their execution.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;27. People are, on the whole, incredibly stupid.  Including you.  And me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;28. Piccalilli jars smell like farts when you first open them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;29. You should never set fire to anyone’s belly button hair.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;30. Karaoke is the devil’s sport.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17267347-114123130805920152?l=alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/feeds/114123130805920152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17267347&amp;postID=114123130805920152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/114123130805920152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/114123130805920152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-life-changes.html' title='How life changes'/><author><name>Fumbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11422565945066037928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17267347.post-113508220088958602</id><published>2005-12-20T12:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-20T12:37:23.013Z</updated><title type='text'>***</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is an excerpt from an email I received, which I can vouch for the authenticity of:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Names have been removed (***) to protect the foolish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;*** ate a live huntsman on Saturday night - one of the funniest things I've ever seen.  It was part by accident which made it that much funnier.  We bet him a $100 he wouldn't do it.  So after a few minutes of chasing the poor bugger round the walls and roof, it fell off the roof and was left hanging on a thread of cobweb. Naturally *** stood under it and was joking round with his mouth open.  The spider, scared shitless, saw a dark hole, thought of safety and dropped straight into ***'s mouth. From that point on *** didn't really have a choice, it was now a biting race.  The look on his face was gold.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Weak prick, only swallowed half! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17267347-113508220088958602?l=alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113508220088958602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17267347&amp;postID=113508220088958602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/113508220088958602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/113508220088958602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='***'/><author><name>Fumbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11422565945066037928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17267347.post-113433112201904661</id><published>2005-12-11T19:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:58:42.026Z</updated><title type='text'>Legalese</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;From the legal eagle in our midst:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The entire point is to avoid either the "brown trouser two step" or "squeaky bum syndrome".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17267347-113433112201904661?l=alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113433112201904661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17267347&amp;postID=113433112201904661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/113433112201904661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/113433112201904661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/2005/12/legalese.html' title='Legalese'/><author><name>Fumbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11422565945066037928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17267347.post-113086659385221976</id><published>2005-11-01T17:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-01T17:37:24.060Z</updated><title type='text'>And the overall winner for the most profound drunken abuse of linear time and space concepts is…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;But if I don’t do it now, then I’ll have to do it later in the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17267347-113086659385221976?l=alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/feeds/113086659385221976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17267347&amp;postID=113086659385221976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/113086659385221976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/113086659385221976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-overall-winner-for-most-profound.html' title='And the overall winner for the most profound drunken abuse of linear time and space concepts is…'/><author><name>Fumbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11422565945066037928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17267347.post-112972406806100043</id><published>2005-10-19T13:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T13:14:28.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you've been spending too much time at work when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;...in the process of offering someone more wine, you say:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Can I update your glass?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17267347-112972406806100043?l=alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/feeds/112972406806100043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17267347&amp;postID=112972406806100043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/112972406806100043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/112972406806100043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-know-youve-been-spending-too-much.html' title='You know you&apos;ve been spending too much time at work when...'/><author><name>Fumbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11422565945066037928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17267347.post-112954104777478357</id><published>2005-10-17T10:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T11:40:41.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the killer snails</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Upon opening the rear door of the house:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Aaarrgghhhhh!  A snail is trying to get into the house."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Well close the door.  They don’t exactly move quickly."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Ooh, yeah. Okay."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17267347-112954104777478357?l=alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/feeds/112954104777478357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17267347&amp;postID=112954104777478357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/112954104777478357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/112954104777478357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/2005/10/attack-of-killer-snails.html' title='Attack of the killer snails'/><author><name>Fumbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11422565945066037928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17267347.post-112858879595439377</id><published>2005-10-06T09:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T10:36:41.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My true love said to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"You're like a perrenial in the desert.  It's not that you're not beautiful, it's just that you look wrong."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17267347-112858879595439377?l=alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/112858879595439377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/112858879595439377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-true-love-said-to-me.html' title='My true love said to me'/><author><name>Fumbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11422565945066037928</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-17267347.post-112858858825317540</id><published>2005-10-06T09:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T10:36:57.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What not to say in a meeting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This gets an honourable mention becasue it was actually said sober, and yet bears all the right characteristics - unbelievably juvenile and immature, bringing looks of astonishment from surrounding adults and chuckles from fellow children.  What more could you ask for really.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When asked by the project sponsor, in front of all senior members of the project team, how I thought the project was going:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"It's a bit poopie panties really"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And I sometimes wonder what happened to my career...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17267347-112858858825317540?l=alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/112858858825317540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/112858858825317540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-not-to-say-in-meeting.html' title='What not to say in a meeting...'/><author><name>Fumbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11422565945066037928</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-17267347.post-112845835056339312</id><published>2005-10-05T22:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T16:50:48.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligent design (part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Why do most people who believe in the story of creation oppose cloning?  Wasn't God was setting an example by using Adam's rib to create Eve."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17267347-112845835056339312?l=alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/feeds/112845835056339312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17267347&amp;postID=112845835056339312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/112845835056339312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/112845835056339312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/2005/10/intelligent-design-part-i.html' title='Intelligent design (part I)'/><author><name>Fumbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11422565945066037928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17267347.post-112850454860757889</id><published>2005-10-04T10:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T16:50:33.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligent design (part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"God must exist.  Bugs and insects were created long before humans drove cars, and yet they have transparent blood and guts so that when they get splattered on our windscreens, we can still see and don't crash.  That's got to mean there's a God, surely."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17267347-112850454860757889?l=alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/feeds/112850454860757889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17267347&amp;postID=112850454860757889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/112850454860757889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/112850454860757889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/2005/10/intelligent-design-part-ii.html' title='Intelligent design (part II)'/><author><name>Fumbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11422565945066037928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17267347.post-112845806326936851</id><published>2005-10-02T21:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T21:39:46.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Whilst in Ziguinchor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"I'm sorry I'm not as drunk as you want me too be."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17267347-112845806326936851?l=alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/feeds/112845806326936851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17267347&amp;postID=112845806326936851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/112845806326936851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/112845806326936851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/2005/10/whilst-in-ziguinchor.html' title='Whilst in Ziguinchor'/><author><name>Fumbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11422565945066037928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17267347.post-112800816443310346</id><published>2005-09-29T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T21:35:01.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In defence of the realm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"I'm being seriously now!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17267347-112800816443310346?l=alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/feeds/112800816443310346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17267347&amp;postID=112800816443310346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/112800816443310346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/112800816443310346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-defence-of-realm.html' title='In defence of the realm...'/><author><name>Fumbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11422565945066037928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17267347.post-112800761901675400</id><published>2005-09-29T16:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T16:27:51.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobies for Jobies (AKA Drunken Conversation No. 806)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"I hate the way you don’t put things back in the same place as you found them when you change your mind in the supermarket."&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;"It’s called job creation."&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;"If I really believed in job creation I’d just shit in the street."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17267347-112800761901675400?l=alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/feeds/112800761901675400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17267347&amp;postID=112800761901675400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/112800761901675400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17267347/posts/default/112800761901675400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alcoholicanaesthesia.blogspot.com/2005/09/jobies-for-jobies-aka-drunken.html' title='Jobies for Jobies (AKA Drunken Conversation No. 806)'/><author><name>Fumbles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11422565945066037928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
