<?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-24197247</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:52:47.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Postcards From The Hedge</title><subtitle type='html'>I wanted edge, but someone already took it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcards-from-the-hedge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24197247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcards-from-the-hedge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MagicPaul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h250/MagicPaul/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24197247.post-115117541274760333</id><published>2006-06-24T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T11:57:58.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary, Joseph and a Chocolate Rabbit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/5110674.stm"&gt;BBC NEWS | UK | Cadbury recall after health fears&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it exciting when national news affects your everyday life? Today in work I had to take cadbury bars off their shelves to send them back in case they had somalia. Sometimes you watch the news and it all seems so foreign, yet here we have the heartbreaking story of some poor cadbury bars afflicted with the dreaded semolina, or custard, or rice pudding, I can't remember. and this story directly affected me today as I returned these bars to their maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and isn't that a bit like Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm not sure why it is, but it seems that that's the thing to do on these christian blogs. So I'll leave it there. if anyone works out how Jesus is like salmon or trout or even pike then I'll buy you a bar of cadburys... (I know where you can get them cheap!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24197247-115117541274760333?l=postcards-from-the-hedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcards-from-the-hedge.blogspot.com/feeds/115117541274760333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24197247&amp;postID=115117541274760333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24197247/posts/default/115117541274760333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24197247/posts/default/115117541274760333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcards-from-the-hedge.blogspot.com/2006/06/mary-joseph-and-chocolate-rabbit.html' title='Mary, Joseph and a Chocolate Rabbit...'/><author><name>MagicPaul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h250/MagicPaul/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24197247.post-114650428184744716</id><published>2006-05-01T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T14:33:29.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Music List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://misterspence.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr Spence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:arial;" &gt;The rules: List seven songs you are into right&lt;br /&gt;now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re any&lt;br /&gt;good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now. Post these instructions&lt;br /&gt;in your blog along with your seven songs. Then tag other people to see what&lt;br /&gt;they’re listening to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are my seven songs...&lt;br /&gt;(in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sitting on the Dock of the Bay - Otis Reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just such a summer song! Chilled out, wasting tiiiiiime. It could be my motto for life! Plus it has that whistling outro. Genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Soul Sister, Brown Sugar - Sam And Dave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brass to die for, harmonies that would make the Bee Gees blush. Gotta love a bit of classic soul! again, another summer song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Let's Call The Whole Thing Off - Ella Fitz and Louis Armstrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous lyrics, full of sly little plays on words and with fabulous rhyme scheme, which Gershwin doesn't mind deviating from for the craic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You like vanilla and I like vanella, You saspiralla, and I saspirella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Vanilla vanella, oh, chocolate strawberry! Let's call the whole thing off"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the combination of the voices here. The sweetness of Ella's voice coupled with the gruffness of Satchmo's is fabulous. So many people have done this song, but i think this is the benchmark... again it's another summer song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Eumir Deodato - Also sprach Zarathustra&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No music list would be complete without at least one completely obscure song, and this time it's the turn of Deodato's seminal hit. It takes the form of a jazz/funk fusion/classical crossover (one of the more neglected genres, I feel!) Seriously though, this song is awesome. He takes Richard Strass's classic (from 2001: A Space Oddysey) and lays a backbeat like you would not imagine, coupled with keyboards, bass and a funk guitar solo from God Himself (not God as in Eric Clapton [see below for details] but the other one.) *Paul stops now as he realises he is becoming a little blasphemous*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Layla (Unplugged) - Eric Clapton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how this is the same song as the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Derek and the Dominoes&lt;/span&gt; mastery of electric wonderness, but yet done with a fairly spartan set up of just 2 acoustic guitars, a light drumkit and a piano full of soul, it becomes something so new. While the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Dominoes&lt;/span&gt; version is a full blown rock anthem, the acoustic version has an entirely different vibe. It's slow and offbeat with, for the most part the piano doing most of the work until halfway through, slowhand pulls off a bluesy solo worthy of his nickname (not slowhand, his &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; nickname [see above for details]). The song has such soul you can't help but click your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;U2 - Yahweh&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most overtly spiritual U2 songs from the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb &lt;/span&gt;album, yet my favourite (not for that reason). It's a fabulous tune, yet typical U2: simple, yet with with The Edge's effects processor playing for Ireland. The Lyrics are just awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Take this soul, stranded in some skin and bones,&lt;br /&gt;Take this soul and make it sing"&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Take this heart, take this heart, take this heart and make it break"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Yahweh, Yahweh, always pain before a child is born&lt;br /&gt;Yahweh, Yahweh, still i'm waiting for the dawn"&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i know it's great. Such a good song to end an album on. Totally uplifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Animaniacs - Wakko's Two Note Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a good tune. One of my favourite cartoon songs ever! The story goes that Wakko (the one with the bizarre liverpudlian accent) has an accordion and makes a song using two notes, but Professor Scratchansniff &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tells him it's not really a song. So the animanics proceed to turn the the tune into a song by putting backing music to it. The song travels through genres, from hard rock with wailing guitars to lounge via baroque, and ends with a big band finale. By the end professor is convinced and sings along. It's a song about reconcilliation, about brotherhood and ultimately about redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, done! if you don't like it tough, cos it's my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who to tag, as I don't think anyone &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;actually &lt;/span&gt;reads my blog... so I'll tag anyone who wants to do this! There's no elitist "chosen ones" on this blog thank you very much. This is for all, and all who came can gain salvation... I mean, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;can write a music list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24197247-114650428184744716?l=postcards-from-the-hedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcards-from-the-hedge.blogspot.com/feeds/114650428184744716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24197247&amp;postID=114650428184744716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24197247/posts/default/114650428184744716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24197247/posts/default/114650428184744716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcards-from-the-hedge.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-music-list.html' title='My Music List'/><author><name>MagicPaul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h250/MagicPaul/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24197247.post-114523506792046855</id><published>2006-04-16T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T17:54:22.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vision - Pete Greig</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt; The Vision is &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessively&lt;br /&gt;Dangerously&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vision is an army of young people&lt;br /&gt;You see bones? I see an army&lt;br /&gt;And they are free from materialism&lt;br /&gt;They laugh at 9-5 little prisons&lt;br /&gt;They could eat caviar on monday and crusts on tuesday&lt;br /&gt;They wouldn't even notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know the meaning of the matrix; the way the west was won&lt;br /&gt;They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations&lt;br /&gt;They need no passport&lt;br /&gt;People write their addresses in pencil, and wonder at their strange existence&lt;br /&gt;They are free, yet they are slaves of the hurting, and dirty and dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the Vision?&lt;br /&gt;The Vision is &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;holiness&lt;/strong&gt; that hurts the eyes&lt;br /&gt;It makes children laugh, and adults angry&lt;br /&gt;It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago, to reach for the stars&lt;br /&gt;It scorns the good and strains for the best&lt;br /&gt;It is&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;dangerously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light flickers from every secret motive&lt;br /&gt;Every private conversation&lt;br /&gt;It&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;people away from their suicide Leaps, their Satan games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an army that would lay down it's life for the cause&lt;br /&gt;A million times a day its soldiers choose to lose,&lt;br /&gt;That they might one day win&lt;br /&gt;the great well done of faithfull sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such heros are as radical on monday morning as on Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;They don't need fame from names&lt;br /&gt;Instead the grin quietly upwards&lt;br /&gt;And here the crowds chanting again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Come on!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the sound of the underground&lt;br /&gt;The whisper of history in the making&lt;br /&gt;Foundations shaking, Revolutionaries dreaming once again&lt;br /&gt;Mystery is scheeming in whispers&lt;br /&gt;Conspiracy is breathing&lt;br /&gt;This is the sound of the underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the army is disciplined&lt;br /&gt;Young people who beat their bodies into submission&lt;br /&gt;Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrad in arms&lt;br /&gt;The tattoo on their back boast "for me to live is Christ, and to die is gain"&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes&lt;br /&gt;Winners, Martyrs, who can stop them?&lt;br /&gt;Can hormones hold them back?&lt;br /&gt;Can failure succeed?&lt;br /&gt;Can feer scare them, or death kill them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a generation prays like a dieing man with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;groans beyond talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With warrior cries, sulphuric tears, and with great barrow loads of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Watching&lt;br /&gt;24-7-365&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes they will give&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the rules&lt;br /&gt;Shaking mediocrity from it's cozy little hide;&lt;br /&gt;Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at labels, Fasting essentials&lt;br /&gt;The advertisers cannot mold them&lt;br /&gt;Holywood cannot hold them&lt;br /&gt;Peer pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries.&lt;br /&gt;They are incredibly cool, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;dangerously attractive&lt;/span&gt;, on the inside&lt;br /&gt;On the outside they hardly care&lt;br /&gt;They wear costumes to communicate, and to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;But never to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would they surrender their image? Or their popularity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;They would lay down their very lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swap seats with the man on death row, guilty as hell&lt;br /&gt;A throne for an electric chair&lt;br /&gt;With blood and sweat and many tears&lt;br /&gt;With sleepless nights and fruitless days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pray as if it all depends on God&lt;br /&gt;And live as if it all depends on them&lt;br /&gt;Their DNA chooses Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He Breathes out they breath in&lt;br /&gt;Their subconscience sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;They had a blood transfusion with Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their words make demons scream in shopping malls&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hear them coming?&lt;br /&gt;Herald the wierdos, summon the losers and the freaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here come the freightened and forgoten, with fire in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;They walk tall and trees applaud, Skyscrapers bow, Mountains are dwarfed&lt;br /&gt;By these children of another dimmension&lt;br /&gt;Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will come to pass&lt;br /&gt;It will come easily&lt;br /&gt;It will come soon&lt;br /&gt;How do I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Because this is the longing of creation itself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The groaning of the spirit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The very dream of God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;My tomorrow is His today&lt;br /&gt;My distant hope is his 3D&lt;br /&gt;And my feeble whispered faithless prayer&lt;br /&gt;Envokes a thunderous, resounding, bone shaking "Amen!"&lt;br /&gt;From Countless Angels, from heroes of the faith, from Christ himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt; is the original dreamer&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate winner&lt;br /&gt;Guarenteed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24197247-114523506792046855?l=postcards-from-the-hedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcards-from-the-hedge.blogspot.com/feeds/114523506792046855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24197247&amp;postID=114523506792046855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24197247/posts/default/114523506792046855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24197247/posts/default/114523506792046855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcards-from-the-hedge.blogspot.com/2006/04/vision-pete-greig.html' title='The Vision - Pete Greig'/><author><name>MagicPaul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h250/MagicPaul/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24197247.post-114336846523437508</id><published>2006-03-26T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T02:21:05.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Things...</title><content type='html'>Four jobs I’ve had in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bouncy Castle Supervisor&lt;br /&gt;Call Centre Person&lt;br /&gt;Bag Packer&lt;br /&gt;Tesco Garage Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies I can watch over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airplane&lt;br /&gt;Zoolander&lt;br /&gt;Rambo (for sheer comedy)&lt;br /&gt;Desperado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangor&lt;br /&gt;Marondera (Zimbabwe)&lt;br /&gt;Maforga (Mozambique)&lt;br /&gt;Dallas (for like a week!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows I love to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;The Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy&lt;br /&gt;Neighbours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have been on vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere unpronouncable in Holland&lt;br /&gt;Geneva&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favourite dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fajitas&lt;br /&gt;Sausage supper&lt;br /&gt;Sadza (tastes like nothing, but I LOVE it!!)&lt;br /&gt;Special K with berries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four websites I visit daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail&lt;br /&gt;I-Am-Bored.com&lt;br /&gt;Bebo&lt;br /&gt;BBC News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I would rather be right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed&lt;br /&gt;Zimbabwe&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere sunny (like Zimbabwe)&lt;br /&gt;Bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24197247-114336846523437508?l=postcards-from-the-hedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcards-from-the-hedge.blogspot.com/feeds/114336846523437508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24197247&amp;postID=114336846523437508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24197247/posts/default/114336846523437508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24197247/posts/default/114336846523437508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcards-from-the-hedge.blogspot.com/2006/03/four-things.html' title='Four Things...'/><author><name>MagicPaul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h250/MagicPaul/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24197247.post-114252366613189382</id><published>2006-03-16T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T07:44:56.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so I have a new idea for a programme to run on Saturday nights, now that Strictly Dance Fever is finished, and that ice thing is almost over. It's called &lt;strong&gt;Strictly Ice Come Dance Dance Revolution Celebrity Love Fever Brother&lt;/strong&gt;. In it, minor celebrities such as Jodie Marsh, Abi Titmuss, Timmy Mallett and some bloke who used to be in Hollyoaks will compete on a dance mat wearing ice skates to see who is the best. The public then phone in and pay 25p a call to decide which of them is the biggest loser. if they lose the vote, they will be sent packing, or exterminated by a dalek. I'm not too sure yet. Maybe they should be tossed into a labrynth with david bowie and have to escape the dalek, and if they do, they win their freedom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway all the celebrities will be put into a big glass house somewhere with cameras everywhere so that we can watch them all the time. And the male and female who get the most votes will win a prize of some description like sleeping in a tent or a banana or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it might just work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24197247-114252366613189382?l=postcards-from-the-hedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postcards-from-the-hedge.blogspot.com/feeds/114252366613189382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24197247&amp;postID=114252366613189382' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24197247/posts/default/114252366613189382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24197247/posts/default/114252366613189382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postcards-from-the-hedge.blogspot.com/2006/03/dancing.html' title='Dancing...'/><author><name>MagicPaul</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h250/MagicPaul/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
