<?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-4623870478851275463</id><updated>2012-01-24T14:42:55.613Z</updated><category term='SoundCloud'/><title type='text'>Stripes Go Faster!</title><subtitle type='html'>Writing..Music..Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-3703990288073688752</id><published>2011-11-26T13:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-26T13:18:41.382Z</updated><title type='text'>Jessie Ware - Strangest Feeling Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;From being a backing singer for &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peñate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to collaborating with &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;SBTRKT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, you could argue that&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.jessieware.com/" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jessie Ware&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;has been a success already. However she has no intention of settling for a supporting role and is embarking on a solo career with her debut single &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQ1-EAZ2eYA"&gt;"Strangest Feeling"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;From the first second of the song you feel immersed within it rather than listening to it from the outside. You feel as if you are the only person listening to it, in your own swimming pool of warm and subtle bass. For the first verse and chorus you feel like somebody has dropped some headphones into you pool and started playing a nominee for the world's smoothest voice competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;"A single tear just dropped into the ocean of your heart." suddenly your pool of solitude has been breached and Miss Ware is singing right at you, telling you "You are the echo, you were here only yesterday.". She melts back away, leaving just you and the headphones once again. You seem to realise that the melody has more intent this time, it is more forceful, egging you on to move some part of yourself at a similar frequency. Then after 222 seconds you are back to reality, eyes a bit blurry but none the less better for the intimate experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jessie Ware&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'s single&lt;b&gt; "Strangest Feeling"&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is released on November 28th 2011 via &lt;a href="http://www.pmrrecords.com/"&gt;PMR Records&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;using the mediums of special edition 10" vinyl and digital formats. I imagine she will also be touring at some point in the near future. 4.75/5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-3703990288073688752?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/3703990288073688752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/11/jessie-ware-strangest-feeling-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3703990288073688752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3703990288073688752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/11/jessie-ware-strangest-feeling-review.html' title='Jessie Ware - Strangest Feeling Review'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-324737540053881623</id><published>2011-11-25T00:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-25T00:33:42.840Z</updated><title type='text'>Charli XCX - Nuclear Seasons Single Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;The first time I listened to &lt;i&gt;Charli XCX&lt;/i&gt; was the ridiculously dirty and bitchy in only the way teenage girls can be '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.1363em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfUEj5fIRVg"&gt;!Franchesckaar!&lt;/a&gt;'. A couple of years later and she has a must more grown up sound with a vocal which is reminiscent of &lt;i&gt;Marina and the Diamonds&lt;/i&gt;, and that is definitely not a bad thing I'm sure you'll all agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.1363em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.1363em;"&gt;Although she's only 19 (the same age as me) she's no novice, she's been playing in bands at the age of 7 and recorded her first album at 14. There are of course many comparisons to be made; &lt;i&gt;Robyn&lt;/i&gt; (who she has supported) and &lt;i&gt;MIA&lt;/i&gt; amongst others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.1363em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.1363em;"&gt;At first I thought 'Nuclear Seasons' was slightly too repetitive, however after listening to it a few times I found my head moving like Churchill, and after a couple more times of pressing repeat I found myself mumbling "We survived nuclear seasons" and my cat looking at me with a confused expression. Despite all the comparisons for me this still feels unique and certainly a varied offering from all of the other strong women of pop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.1363em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.1363em;"&gt;The song could quite easily be mistaken for dream like with the smooth and soothing voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.1363em;"&gt;Charli XCX &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.1363em;"&gt;possesses. The dream is often punctuated with "Ooo ooo oo ahhhh"'s and a driving and pulsating rhythm which your head&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;uncontrollably ends up undulating to. I would like her to maybe consider going back to her dirtier roots, but that's just my personal enjoyment of things fast and deep (music that is!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Based upon this offering I would definitely enjoy the album entitled 'Stay Away' which was released earlier this year. And you can currently get your paws on 'Nuclear Seasons' for free on &lt;i&gt;Charli XCX&lt;/i&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://charlixcxmusic.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. If you want to witness her in action in the flesh her tour dates and how to get tickets are &lt;a href="http://www.ents24.com/web/artist/125794/Charli_XCX.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. 3.5/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-324737540053881623?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/324737540053881623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/11/charli-xcx-nuclear-seasons-single.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/324737540053881623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/324737540053881623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/11/charli-xcx-nuclear-seasons-single.html' title='Charli XCX - Nuclear Seasons Single Review'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-2064035801100259927</id><published>2011-04-18T13:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T13:02:33.252+01:00</updated><title type='text'>South For Summer - Live Performance Review</title><content type='html'>I'll admit leaving two thirds of the way through a set you are going to write a review about is many things; unprofessional, disrespectful and stupid. Especially when it results in missing an emotional performance of an original song called &lt;i&gt;Love in Silence&lt;/i&gt;. You are now probably wondering how I know about this if I left, well,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/South4summer"&gt;South For Summer&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;are friends of friends of mine so I had plenty of other opinions to draw upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd much rather discuss what I was able to see though, which overall was a delightfully gentle performance&amp;nbsp;integrating a new member, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/deansnellofficial"&gt;Dean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;on bass. The general feeling for me was that this is a group with fantastic potential, who are starting for find their place and are improving with each performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/indiecindyyo"&gt;Steph's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;vocals are delicate yet compassionate, and this was reflected best in the excellently&amp;nbsp;executed cover of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Dakota&lt;/i&gt;. Also included was a cover of the &lt;b&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/b&gt;'s classic &lt;i&gt;Jammin'&lt;/i&gt;, which was a joyful inclusion and really added some well placed variety to the exhibition. The one criticism would be the lack of original songs played, I missed the one original track and I feel the connection with the audience would have been greater had a more personal set been chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall three technically excellent musicians managed to work&amp;nbsp;efficiently&amp;nbsp;with a set list which pleased the crowd but didn't&amp;nbsp;necessarily connect with them all. I'm sure everybody cannot wait to hear what original songs are waiting around the corner for this captivating trio. 3.5/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-2064035801100259927?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/2064035801100259927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/04/south-for-summer-live-performance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2064035801100259927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2064035801100259927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/04/south-for-summer-live-performance.html' title='South For Summer - Live Performance Review'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-7809504555799297510</id><published>2011-04-04T14:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T14:24:09.279+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Atari Teenage Riot - Blood In My Eyes Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.atari-teenage-riot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Atari Teenage Riot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are as old as me (18 if you were wondering), however I haven't had part of me suffer an unfortunate and untimely death. After 10 years of mourning and working on other projects &lt;b&gt;Alec Empire&lt;/b&gt; is back, this time with &lt;b&gt;Nic Endo&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;CX KiDTRONiK&lt;/b&gt;. 'Blood In My Eyes'&amp;nbsp;is the 2nd single from the forthcoming album &lt;i&gt;Is This Hyperreal?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;which is to be released some time in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you can always be assured of getting with &lt;b&gt;ATR&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a blood curling intensity which makes you want to jump around like a mad salmon. Nic Endo's voice and energy would be a surprise to anybody who had only saw a picture of her, she is petite and oozes beauty. If you look closely however you will see an all-consuming concentrated stare, which only becomes more impassioned once the&amp;nbsp;war paint is applied. Her voice also, is like a chainsaw through chocolate, scything through industrial sounding&amp;nbsp;synthesisers&amp;nbsp;with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Blood In My Eyes' sounds like it has been born out of some future world war. It tackles the issue of human trafficking and the exploitation of women by ineffectual western governments failing to act. There is always a message beyond just the music with &lt;b&gt;ATR&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and it is a&amp;nbsp;marvellous credit to them that they have always stuck by this regardless of who is in the line-up. I always look forward to the music the most however and that feeling is no different about about the new album based on this&amp;nbsp;tantalising&amp;nbsp;offering 4.5/5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-7809504555799297510?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/7809504555799297510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/04/atari-teenage-riot-blood-in-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7809504555799297510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7809504555799297510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/04/atari-teenage-riot-blood-in-my-eyes.html' title='Atari Teenage Riot - Blood In My Eyes Review'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-4242866283859764656</id><published>2011-03-15T15:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-15T15:33:22.698Z</updated><title type='text'>As Always..</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I last wrote anything on here, mainly because I'm not particularly angry about anything. Apart from having 3 jobs and none of them being paid. Oh and chavs who think it's awesome to headbutt my friend for absolutely no reason at all, thus simultaneously ruining not only my friend's nose with his thick head, but also the pub in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished my review of James Blake's "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MVgEaDemxjc"&gt;The Whilhelm Scream&lt;/a&gt;" for &lt;a href="http://www.shout4music.com/"&gt;Shout4Music&lt;/a&gt;. It is a fine piece of music and I believe Mr. Blake has big things ahead of him as the BBC's "Sound of 2011" poll would suggest where he finished 2nd to Jessie J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all there is for today, I promise I shall write again very shortly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-4242866283859764656?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/4242866283859764656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/03/as-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/4242866283859764656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/4242866283859764656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/03/as-always.html' title='As Always..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-8682039192741490880</id><published>2011-02-23T22:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:23:28.564Z</updated><title type='text'>Malaga..</title><content type='html'>Was of course amazing, as any holiday would be with your girlfriend and 5 of your really good friends. It had everything; drinking, partying, strippers, in-jokes, out-jokes, ridiculous noises, ridiculous amounts of laughter and waking up with the person you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing that I've noticed is living with people for 6 days causes you to be so much more comfortable around them. It has also made me even more close to my wonder girlfriend Steph, so much so that I think I now have my own little base camp inside her somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has also inspired me to pursue my music career with renewed verve and passion. So let's get this show on the road again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-8682039192741490880?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/8682039192741490880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/02/malaga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8682039192741490880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8682039192741490880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/02/malaga.html' title='Malaga..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-3300966181343242657</id><published>2011-01-27T23:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-27T23:25:08.779Z</updated><title type='text'>PReeMO, Concrete Dreams Review</title><content type='html'>Coming from Houston, Texas and having left home at 13, you’d assume that PReeMO would have plenty of issues and experiences with which to form lyrics about. His latest offering titled “Concrete Dreams” certainly confirms those suspicions. Due to having to fend for himself in gun-happy Texas of course there are gun based lyrics, for me this pushes “Concrete Dreams” from a nostalgic hip-hop masterpiece to grown up gangster rap album. This has it’s problems, mainly comparisons with extremely successful artists such as; 50 Cent, Nas and Lil Wayne. Although PReeMO lacks their unique delivery of lyrical content there is a certain complexity to the beats which is often lacking in more mainstream rap and you can hear this in the brass instrument inspired tracks “Lost Highway” and “No Goodbyes”. It is clear a whole heap of effort has been applied to every track on the album, and after a few listens you find your head gently nodding away with the beat without actually really listening to the lyrics. I have nothing bad to say of the lyrics, they are very competent, however at times they can be quite repetitive and lack a necessary hook to really engage a regular mainstream music listener the majority of the time. I also feel that it lacks the grit that you would expect from somebody who has had to look after themselves for so long. I was expecting a collection of songs which your brain would certainly remember as it would have been vibrated through your nose. Unfortunately, as I have discovered, listening to this whilst trying to do any other activity makes you wonder of the Pantheon, and causes the task to feel as long as it took to build. If you enjoy hip-hop it’s well worth your time, if not I doubt it will convert you unfortunately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-3300966181343242657?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://crumbsformen.com' title='PReeMO, Concrete Dreams Review'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/3300966181343242657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/01/preemo-concrete-dreams-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3300966181343242657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3300966181343242657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/01/preemo-concrete-dreams-review.html' title='PReeMO, Concrete Dreams Review'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-8609881388193300056</id><published>2011-01-27T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-27T14:47:36.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Andy Gray, Richard Keys, Sexism, Argh!</title><content type='html'>So the evil regime has finally been overthrown, no not North Korea or Iran but something far bigger and more important! Sky Sports football coverage's evil dictators Keys and Gray have finally be ousted, by who we do not know, yet everybody who works for sky sports seems to have some sort of motive. Anyway, that's enough of that sports fans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly readers at the time of me writing this I am horrifically ill, and the only safe why to communicate is indeed with the written word as my throat has been engulfed by a mass of bacteria hell bent on revenge after my throat beat them in an intense and lengthy game of poker. The prize of course was 72 virgins so it's swings and roundabouts really. Simultaneously the mass of bacteria hell bent on revenge is also occupying my nasal/sinus regions. This was after my nostrils beat them in the recent crown green bowling world championships. Once again, naturally the prize happened to be 72 virgins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, in 17 days I will be travelling to Malaga with some of my close friends to partake in some penthouse based japes and tomfoolery. I'm not usually a fan of beach holidays, especially in February. However this has the potential to be a wonderful get away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-8609881388193300056?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/8609881388193300056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/01/andy-gray-richard-keys-sexism-argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8609881388193300056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8609881388193300056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/01/andy-gray-richard-keys-sexism-argh.html' title='Andy Gray, Richard Keys, Sexism, Argh!'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-4147442183914224812</id><published>2011-01-04T19:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:21:04.590Z</updated><title type='text'>Solar Eclipse Anyone?..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TSNiwPkTL_I/AAAAAAAAADM/gD44NlvxO_8/s1600/A-seagull-against-partial-004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TSNiwPkTL_I/AAAAAAAAADM/gD44NlvxO_8/s320/A-seagull-against-partial-004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photograph: Jon Nazca/Reuters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So did anybody stay up, or wake up to the promised partial solar eclipse? Me either. Things always get built up far too much these days, thanks to the wonder that is online media. There are of course countless examples; the last 3 World Cups, Christmas, new year, student protests, the Iraq war, the Afghanistan war, US embassy cables, religion, basically everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Until recently, music was exempt from this. People then decided to release wild "facts" about how many people were "illegally" downloading music. The fact of the matter is musicians make very little money from album/single sales, they make money from touring and&amp;nbsp;merchandise. For many artists giving their music away for free allows them to build up a fan base so people can actually attend their gigs&amp;nbsp;and buy their t-shirt or mug. The only people who really make money from albums/singles are the big record companies, and this is precisely why most free downloads have now become illegal, it's simply a case of the best lawyers win, as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think we should have some lawyer world championships where they all fight it out using wigs and and gavels. We could turn it into a weird TV show like The Apprentice/X Factor/BDO World Darts Championship. If you want to invest please email me at andy0089@hotmail.com.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-4147442183914224812?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/4147442183914224812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/01/solar-eclipse-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/4147442183914224812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/4147442183914224812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/01/solar-eclipse-anyone.html' title='Solar Eclipse Anyone?..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TSNiwPkTL_I/AAAAAAAAADM/gD44NlvxO_8/s72-c/A-seagull-against-partial-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-353338076991180849</id><published>2011-01-02T15:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:20:35.730Z</updated><title type='text'>Bieber Jesus Weather Porn</title><content type='html'>Contrary to the wonderfully inventive (if I say so myself) title of this post it contains nothing to do with; Master Bieber, Mr Christ, the weather or materials of a pornographic nature.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now nobody is reading any more I can pretty much write whatever I please and none of you can stop me! There are many things to discover as you get older, some of which I have only recently discovered. One of the things you are supposed get better at is not taking things for granted, too be honest this skill isn't going the best for me and I'm still piss-poor at it to be honest. Hopefully I'll become better at it in the future but for now certain people will have to be patient with me and stick it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something else that helps is hindsight, I like this one because I like to think I rarely make the same mistakes twice, unless they are really far apart and I've forgotten the first time. So as everybody is rapidly failing their hastily made new year's resolutions mine is simple and something that I will never, ever give up trying to do. I want to be a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not many people know this about me but, I love my girlfriend, beyond even the most complex descriptive language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-353338076991180849?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/353338076991180849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/01/bieber-jesus-weather-porn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/353338076991180849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/353338076991180849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2011/01/bieber-jesus-weather-porn.html' title='Bieber Jesus Weather Porn'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-3390971458375883017</id><published>2010-12-23T14:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-23T15:00:04.288Z</updated><title type='text'>Thing's We've Learnt This Year..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Snow is Evil!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awww isn't that lovely?" rings out throughout the land, and in theory they are correct, but in practice, as a country we simply cannot deal with those tiny 6 sided flakes of frozen water. We tend to loose all sense of balance, driving ability and go generally a bit strange. This causes car crashes, falls and lot's of completely over the top news reports about an inch of frosty white goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2 isn't Always Better Than 1.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply, David Cameron and Nick Clegg fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;We are Rubbish at Football.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the World Cup? In the 2009-2010 Barclay's Premiership under 40% of the players were English, we are simply rubbish at sports we have invented. This extends to; Tennis (The highest ranked English men's player at the end of this year was James Ward, ranked 201st. The highest ranked female is Elena Baltacha ranked 55th, whose parents are both&amp;nbsp;Ukrainian). Badminton (Highest ranked male:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Rajiv Ouseph who is 14th. Highest ranked female:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Elisabeth Cann who is ranked 32nd).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;There are of course lots of other things, but I was far too busy enjoying myself to remember any of those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-3390971458375883017?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/3390971458375883017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/12/things-weve-learnt-this-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3390971458375883017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3390971458375883017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/12/things-weve-learnt-this-year.html' title='Thing&apos;s We&apos;ve Learnt This Year..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-3739117552710309340</id><published>2010-12-11T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-11T20:44:31.684Z</updated><title type='text'>50 Things I Would Rather Do Than Watch X Factor..</title><content type='html'>Hello fair maidens and very gentle men. Today, simply, is a list of things I would rather do than watch X Factor, seems as status' on pretty much every social networking website are dominated by it whilst it is being broadcast. so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shooting myself in the kneecaps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shooting myself in the face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shooting all my family members in the face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shooting all my friends in the face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shooting my girlfriend in the face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Removing a limb using a blunt knife.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooking and eating said removed limb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letting myself be violated by a leading gay porn star.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never wearing any form of clothing ever again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing an anti-muslim comedy tour of Asia with extra dates in Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq and Yemen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Becoming a eunuch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Becoming blind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Becoming deaf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Becoming paralysed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Becoming a mute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Becoming an orphan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a leg amputated the having a wooden peg leg.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Losing all of my possessions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Losing all of my hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having to become a male prostitute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having my girlfriend cheat on me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting lost in space.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being in a plane crash.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Committing suicide.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having my skin taken off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being forced to travel the world on a horse, saddleless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having to listen to a cat drowning for the rest of my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being punched really hard in the gentleman cucumber.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having to live with Piers Morgan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having to live with Kerry Katona.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being Kerry Katona.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being Kerry Katona's child.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being Kerry Katona's mother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having sex with Kerry Katona.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having to look at a Picture of Kerry Katona.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Living in a landfill site.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sanding off my own fingers/toes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Becoming the world's fattest man.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having sex with the world's fattest man.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Becoming the world's fattest transexual.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having sex with the world's fattest transexual.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Becoming the world's fattest woman.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having sex with the world's fattest woman.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Living underground.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being Joseph Fritzel's daughter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having to live a day in the life of everybody who watches the X Factor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Licking a snail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching paint dry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking like an Egyptian for the rest of my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-3739117552710309340?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/3739117552710309340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/12/50-things-i-would-rather-do-than-watch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3739117552710309340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3739117552710309340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/12/50-things-i-would-rather-do-than-watch.html' title='50 Things I Would Rather Do Than Watch X Factor..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-683364824618268154</id><published>2010-07-27T16:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T16:12:18.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we go again eh? I am back on Blogger for now and I am going to be making the most of it with a fairly epic post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Firstly and finally I bring you my short review of LCD Soundsystem's final ever offering "This Is It". Firstly I would like to discuss the bad points of the album, starting with "Drunk Girls" personally I feel this is a repetitive mess that just completely doesn't fit with the rest of the album. However, James Murphy himself has claimed this track to be ironic to a certain extent so I suppose this one time I can left him off. The only other&amp;nbsp;criticism I have of this album is that it is indeed the final ever collection of tracks to be released by LCD Soundsystem, I know Mr. Murphy and Co. are getting on a bit now (he's 40ish) and they have been doing stuff for quite a while but I still feel they could quite easily bring out another superb album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now to the good things. Firstly, the way every song with the exception of "Drunk Girls", builds amazingly well from a basic and melodic intro into an actual masterpiece, a masterpiece where James' voice and the music just seem to fit together so perfectly, it's like an elaborate 3-D jigsaw puzzle for the ears. Particular highlights for me include "Pow Pow" which has a faint familiarity to it due to it's similar feel to "Beat Connection" (without the 4 minute intro!). It also contains a wonderful noise in the background that sounds like an ice cream van that sort of takes you by surprise when it appears and then before you know it it has disappeared and the silky smooth "Pow"s are back at the forefront of your conciousness. "Dance Yrself Clean" is the first track off of the record and personally my favourite, mainly for the sheer genius that occurs after the traditional slow LCD Soundsystem intros that we have all become familiar with, this particular genius occurs after 3 minutes and 6 seconds. The melody just takes the listener completely by surprise and&amp;nbsp;encapsulates that magnificent ability of LCDSS to completely transform a track&amp;nbsp;instantaneously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overall I just have one sentence to say: What a wonderful way to end a fantastic era, sensational and&amp;nbsp;inspirational, as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So how is everybody's summer going so far? I have to say mine has been simply fantastic, I do have truly wonderful friends and I feel very&amp;nbsp;privileged.&amp;nbsp;Yesterday for example I went out at 11 o'clock in the morning with a bag filled with 5 cans of Strongbow, a can of Red Bull and little Korg Kaosillator synth. I ended up in Liverpool for 5 hours drinking cocktails at Las Iguanas in Liverpool One. Also what I have no doubt is about to enhance my summer greatly is my holiday to Rhodes in 15 days, booked just the other day. It will be nice to lie on a sun bed and read a few books for a week. Oh, and get extremely drunk probably. Hopefully I shall still be able to post a few things on here whilst there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not many people know this about me but I have a craving for egg, we have no eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-683364824618268154?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/683364824618268154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/07/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/683364824618268154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/683364824618268154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/07/well.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-2173905230799104531</id><published>2010-05-18T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T20:08:21.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Once..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again, as I now seem to start all posts, I apologise for the recent lack of reading material for you all to ponder over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am actually in a really really exceptionally good mood today. Everything seems to be picking up for a change, things are going right, the Sun is shining and I have captured a pretty lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also have many other exciting things, like it is my 18th birthday in 47 days and I finish school in 43 days. I believe this is what they call "the final push" in wars and stuff, I just hope I can live up to expectations eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not many people know this but Steph is pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-2173905230799104531?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/2173905230799104531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/05/once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2173905230799104531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2173905230799104531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/05/once.html' title='Once..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-3480593288933749160</id><published>2010-05-13T20:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:27:17.274+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everybody, how are you all this fine Thursday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm fine before you ask by the way. Straight into a crazy story today no fucking around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it sometimes just really awesomely nice just to have a conversation with a person that you wouldn't really expect to speak to you? I think everybody should start asking people how they are, the world would be a much nicer place, and a lot less would get done. However there wouldn't be those strange humans who have no people skills at all, because they'd have to talk to people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't really got much else to say in fairness, have a nice evening though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not many people know this so keep it on the down-low, I sometimes just buy a jar of apricot jam, sit there, and gorge myself on it's sugary goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-3480593288933749160?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/3480593288933749160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/05/hola.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3480593288933749160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3480593288933749160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/05/hola.html' title='Hola..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-7725739958632401403</id><published>2010-05-05T21:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:14:06.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That a pretty picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unlike my life at the moment, which can be pleasantly described as chaotic and unpleasantly as a fucking lunatic asylum on wheels. I'm in the middle of exam revision, festival set&amp;nbsp;preparation, trying to sell a house and sorting out a bbq. I'd say they are all going pretty much shockingly bad.I'm still waiting for my amazing new HTC Desire and all, it should be here by the end of the week...apparently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have recently noticed people becoming more and more stressed, I am unsure as to why though, however I do have a small theory. I think it may be partly down to exam stress I'm hoping, and partly probably down to me being a bit of a penis. For which I do apologise, I just have not been having the best of times recently, I cannot be happy all time time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not many people know that I like to party, softly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-7725739958632401403?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/7725739958632401403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/05/isnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7725739958632401403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7725739958632401403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/05/isnt.html' title='Isn&apos;t..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-50103048623573177</id><published>2010-04-29T21:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:13:20.688+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd like to talk about Vampire Weekend's album, in some circles I believe it is called Contra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Firstly, I''d like to say fair play to the lads from NYC I think they have shown good progress from their first EP. That's usually all I ask for when listening to anybody's second album, it shows they have a fair bit of talent and they want to get better, rather than just sit on their arses milking the fame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadly, another album released in the springtime with some strange winterness going on "In December drinking horchata.." is the first line. The good news is it simply just gets better from that point onwards. Of course the first (Counsins) and second (Giving Up The Gun) singles taken from this album are highlights. They are just so upbeat and feel quite fresh, even after listening to them for a few times. Also Cousins happens to have a fairly awesome tempo to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This album is just great to listen to on a sunny day, with a nice refreshing (alcoholic) beverage to hand, a few friends and the satisfying smell of BBQ. In this situation you can sort of fade in and out of listening to it and just catch wonderful little snippets of lyrics such as "Dad was a risk taker, his was a shoe maker, you, greatest hits 2006 little list maker.".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My only real&amp;nbsp;criticism of this fine selection of vibrations is it sort of peters out towards the end, the last couple of songs (Dimplomat's Son and I Think You're A Contra) are a bit slow and downbeat. Some people will probably say that it crates good balance within the album, but who wants balance these days? When I think of Vampire Weekend I think of awesome summer days with my mates, that's the type of song they do best. However I do admire them for adding a new string to their bow, I just hope their next offering isn't overshadowed by those type of tracks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-50103048623573177?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/50103048623573177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/50103048623573177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/50103048623573177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/today.html' title='Today..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-4755309573462624164</id><published>2010-04-27T19:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:56:23.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I would like to review something, but to be honest, I haven't heard anything worth reviewing these past couple of weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I shall tell you about my exciting and diverse day. First of all I have super hot new glasses that apparently make me look like Joe 90, but I'm unsure if that is a good or bad thing. As unfortunately I probably wasn't even a sperm when Joe 90 was kicking off and hanging loose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's interesting to see how many people can be really nice, when they want to be. Which&amp;nbsp;coincidently is when they want something from you, which I don't really mind too much because I think it's something we are all guilty of doing from time to time. I guess it's in our genes or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I like to party like it's 2008, it was a far better year than '99.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-4755309573462624164?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/4755309573462624164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/so_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/4755309573462624164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/4755309573462624164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/so_27.html' title='So..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-4733709322986535373</id><published>2010-04-26T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:59:42.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's what's happenin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I woke up to today I was in an excellent mood, especially for a Monday morning, it's just a shame the weather didn't share my mood. However as the day advanced the weather decided to come round to my way of seeing things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few things to look forward to, new glasses tomorrow and hopefully a shiny new HTC Desire sometime this week, or whenever O2 decide to get their arses in gear and release it. Also a party at mine on 8th of May, it'll be a sort of BBQ thing, people can stay the night if they want. Fun times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss articulate people, it's more exciting when you have to actually think about what people say and then respond, rather than just responding using your instincts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I enjoy dancing like an Egyptian.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-4733709322986535373?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/4733709322986535373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/4733709322986535373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/4733709322986535373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/now.html' title='Now..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-5322720244506934545</id><published>2010-04-24T17:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:00:17.352+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems that summer has entered the party, and if it isn't it is certainly just walking up the drive. We all know that summer means lazy days,&amp;nbsp;intriguing encounters and interesting nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A person who usually takes some preference on my summer soundtrack is Miss Laura Marling. She often encompasses the summer with her peaceful melodies and voice that is as smooth and some freshly veet-ed legs. However to my surprise her new album is different, it's more grown up, and surprisingly even more serious that Miss Marling's usual offerings. Her sound has become more folky with this new album, it does&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;bring something new and interesting compared to the previous album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Personally I feel there is always a slightly depressed tinge to Laura's lyrics which means you have to be super happy when you are listening, otherwise you just become sad, which nobody wants in summer. I think this album should have been postponed to later on in the year, it has recurring themes of winter, which once again nobody wants in summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think if you are going to listen to any Laura Marling this summer it should be "Alas I Cannot Swim" rather than this current offering. Don't get me wrong it's an awesome album, it has an intensity to it that you sense from the very first track and for that reason alone you should buy it, never mind the usual witty and sometimes cutting lyrics. Buy it and save it, keep it wrapped up and don't even listen to it until October, then you'll be able to&amp;nbsp;appreciate it thoroughly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For right now, stick with the old stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-5322720244506934545?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/5322720244506934545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/5322720244506934545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/5322720244506934545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/so.html' title='So..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-8160954856828360355</id><published>2010-04-22T20:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:15:39.304+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much for getting things off your chest on a blog. The trouble is, people read them, this means you can't be bitchy about anybody, sort of defeating the object of having a blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Musically, I need to be better, I know I can be better, that's the frustrating thing. This weekend I'm going to nail a DJ set to&amp;nbsp;conquer all DJ sets. Trouble is so close to exams (just 5 weeks until my first!!!) finding time to sit down and properly sort out a DJ set. They usually take a couple of weeks, never mind the odd hour here and there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On to brighter news, the weather has been pretty decent and it is Friday tomorrow, which is never a bad thing. Back to the bad news, my phone screen isn't playing a nice game with me and keeps not working. Back to good news, my new hair cut is looking not half bad, it has been the centre of all school news all week, hopefully it'll have died down tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now for an exclusive, I can now reveal my new music project will be called Shiny Teeth. Stay tuned for more updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I often sit down in a small room and meditate, then cry myself to sleep to dream of rainbows and unicorns and princesses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-8160954856828360355?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/8160954856828360355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8160954856828360355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8160954856828360355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/well.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-8947542393766839703</id><published>2010-04-19T18:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:24:06.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Week begins, and another closer we are to exams. Oh and another week closer to me becoming 18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know some people have bad days sometimes and sometimes people aren't in the best of moods, but I don't see any need to be rude. People may think my feelings never get hurt but sadly they are mistaken. Some things really get to me, for reasons that I'm unaware of. I think it gets to me when it's somebody who I think is nice and therefore I wouldn't necessarily expect it from them. I also guess it comes down to who's opinion I value as well. I guess it proves just how few real friends I actually have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway fuck it being depressed is shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I often enjoy being told to "Fuck off".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-8947542393766839703?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/8947542393766839703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8947542393766839703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8947542393766839703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/another.html' title='Another..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-3891290477992232738</id><published>2010-04-15T20:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:44:10.391+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What hideous crime I have&amp;nbsp;committed. Oh...hang on a minute...yeah that's right, I haven't committed any crime (apart from all those people I killed). Yet somehow I now find myself going to some sort of temporary prison instead of a school. That's right we are now no longer allowed to leave the premises during the school day, and to reinforce that point? You guessed, a big massive black gate. Personally I feel this stinks of one of those situations where the people who make up these "rules" (which probably breach some sort of human rights) have no idea about the actual situation and they don't realise that some of these "rules" simply will not work. Of course they will discover this in a couple of weeks time, but until then we are stuck having to deal with the utterly ridiculous consequences. I am also fully aware that the measures taken are for our safety, but they fail to see how it will effect both staff and 6th form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a lighter note, I think my top secret new musical project is taking shape nicely, a few more finishing touches then I can perform a big unveil with a big pair of novelty scissors and some red ribbon, who knows I may even smash a champagne bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I lick inanimate objects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-3891290477992232738?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/3891290477992232738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3891290477992232738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3891290477992232738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-6633244001704654668</id><published>2010-04-13T20:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:31:35.639+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has now been back at school for a couple of days. Personally I forgot just how tiring it is, but this is the final push as it were. My last term of school ever, hopefully. I want my exams to be out of the way so I can focus my energy on enjoying myself all summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In fairness there isn't much to report about the first few days back at school, nothing of any note has happened. I've been working surprisingly hard and therefore not managed to be focussed on any tom-foolery. A discussion I was having before however alerted me to something that would be nice if it did happen. If I could get a girlfriend for the summer, obviously nothing super serious as I'll be going to university soon hopefully. However it would be nice to be able to spend time with somebody over summer and do exciting things with. We shall see how it plays out shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a lighter note, the past few days I have been working on the backbone of my new summer DJ set. I have only managed to compile an intro but I think it sounds pretty slick, hopefully I will be able to carry that on all the way through it. Once again, we shall see how it plays out shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to cover myself in chocolate body paint, roll around in rice krispies, then go and sit on the shelf in Asda where the rice krispie squares are, wait for somebody to mistake me for a tasty snack then stroke their face and run to safety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-6633244001704654668?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/6633244001704654668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/everybody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6633244001704654668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6633244001704654668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/everybody.html' title='Everybody..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-8458267593657865701</id><published>2010-04-11T00:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:43:53.837+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strange are things/people/situations I find myself in these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has once again been a weird few days. Last night was fun though, the first time I've had chance to have a drink with McCabe and Lauren for a while. I ended up hurting my head on Lauren's car window though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm in a happy mood and I will now talk about some crap that probably doesn't make sense to me let alone anybody who is bothering to read this dross. I am excited, surprisingly, to go back to school. Let's do this exam shit. I just want them all out of the way now, then I can get to the good bit of life. The living bit. I've booked my tattoo for my birthday, which will hurt, but it'll be worth it. Friends are fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many people don't know that I am the world's 14th best comedian, I'm just extremely shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-8458267593657865701?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/8458267593657865701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8458267593657865701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8458267593657865701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/how.html' title='How..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-7418060985188904601</id><published>2010-04-06T22:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:04:08.421+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's new?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pretty much nothing is the answer to that question. I've finally finished sorting out my I.T work, all 50 questionnaire results in a pretty spreadsheet. I seem to have an abundance of hair these days, I need a shave and a haircut. Might make me look a bit less of some crazy yeti, although...&lt;a href="http://www.theregister.co.uk/2010/04/06/oriental_yeti/"&gt;This is a hairless "yeti"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another little facebook based treat for you all, this happened the other day at a strange hour of the night:&lt;br /&gt;(Written upon &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=546069619&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Joe Pearce's&lt;/a&gt; wall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;Andy Hayward a guy dressed up as the back half of a horse touched me last night..i didnt know whether to laugh or cry..so i ejaculated :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;(Tom Cross likes this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;Joe Pearce:&amp;nbsp;hahahaha sounds about right that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;Andy Hayward:&amp;nbsp;megan was shocked to say the least haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;JP: hahaha you mean "covered"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;AH: i unleashed my inner self haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;JP: hahaha in liquified form ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;AH: i think shes pregnant now, on a lighter note i tried to wee while standing in some thorns and by some barbed wire, lucky to survive..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;JP: hahaha i doubt it i read a story before about this humble virgin i say story i mean more of a rant... enough said haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;AH: ohhh didn't she get licked out on the last day of leeds? having not washed her vajayjay the entireeee time she was located at the festival, she would have had more bacteria down there than there is fucking limescale on a tap in a cillit BANG advert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;JP: hahaha poor it wasnt that but it might aswell have been to be honest haha but believe me its worse than barry scott if that is his real name ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;AH: i bet he goes "BANG" when he cums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;JP: haha either that or "spiderman" haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;Seems we are off school, and I'm at my Dad's house therefore I have no life, I shall now turn to the other focus of this so called "blog", music of course. If you don't believe me it says so in the subtitle. Anyway, firstly to a track I heard a few weeks back originally, but it is awesome none the less, it is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jX7sniIVmtM"&gt;Foals - This Orient&lt;/a&gt;. Secondly I would like to talk about &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3bVuXYBgHYs"&gt;NightWaves - Sweet Carrie&lt;/a&gt;, it is everything that is summer, and summer is everything which this song is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;Many people don't know this, but I often order a pizza, wait for it to go cold,&amp;nbsp;liquefy it, then use it to shave my legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-7418060985188904601?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/7418060985188904601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7418060985188904601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7418060985188904601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/hey.html' title='Hey..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-6267388811249559032</id><published>2010-04-06T00:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:17:10.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brilliant..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I realise this is the second post of the day but I do not care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People are brilliant, I notice this all the time. However, I don't think many other people do. Most people only realise a person is truly brilliant when they die. Unfortunately, people can also be right idiots, and often make conclusions that simply aren't fact.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Few know that I often bathe in gravy because, of course, northern boys love gravy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;REAL FRIENDS RULE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-6267388811249559032?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/6267388811249559032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/brilliant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6267388811249559032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6267388811249559032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/brilliant.html' title='Brilliant..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-7485564979992237123</id><published>2010-04-05T15:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T15:48:25.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarity personified..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Facebook status number 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Andy Hayward&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;isn't it hiiilarious when people become fans of things they have clearly never experienced? pa..ha..ha.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Facebook status number 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Joe Pearce&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;i agreee with you hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;(Andy Hayward likes this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;The resulting comments on status number 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;AH: LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;JP:&amp;nbsp;"are you comin up mate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;AH:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;is that a proposition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;JP:&amp;nbsp;haha why not its all swings and roundabouts in this gamee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AH: in for a penny in for a pound ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JP: hahaha why not i wonder on a scale of 1-13.7 with -4 being the highest how many people if any know what the fuck were on about ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AH: 7% of all people surveyed didnt know who we were never mind what we were talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14 hours ago ·&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JP: inoo haha the other 93% were just made up or ant an dec robbed them or something&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AH: haha you touch kids :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JP: somebody has too haha&amp;lt;&amp;lt; i think i took that a bit far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AH: some of the kids say you did, i say you didnt go far enough with me :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JP: hahaha i just couldnt reach that far OK.. get over it :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AH: i'll get tom "the one stroke wonder" holmes in ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JP: hahahaha tom " the elephants trunk" Holmess you whill go on my first whissstllleee&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AH: haha tom "i contain a river of sperm in my ball bags" holmesssssss...heavyyyyyyyweight champion of the worrrrrrrrlddddddd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JP: hahaha hes gonna recreate the BIG BANG one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AH: hes got a hayemaker and a half ;) TRUST ME..ive seen it haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JP: hahaha tom is a bit like david haye but hes gone 17 years instead of 6 week if you remember what i mean haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AH: haha yes i do, one hump then "AAAAAARRRGHHHHH" haha he is also like david haye in the fact that he has the exact same muscular structure :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JP: hahaha tom would love to be david haye hed finally get a belt that fits :O &amp;lt; i think i went to far again haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AH: tom doesnt wear a belt because it stops the flow when hes making foreplay, belts are always tricky to get off, especially when the poor boy toms making do it has his hands tied, and a blindfold on :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JP: hahaha i forgot bout toms heavy flow.... hes moral is its just popped up to see you now its going in to meet you :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AH: eye to eye :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That my friends, is how it's done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-7485564979992237123?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/7485564979992237123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/hilarity-personified.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7485564979992237123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7485564979992237123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/hilarity-personified.html' title='Hilarity personified..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-3253466044357539265</id><published>2010-04-03T18:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T18:04:38.218+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two words that have been around for many a lifetime, and I am sure they will be around for many more. They make people do things, not always necessarily good things, but none the less that phrase generally stops people from doing nothing. A lot of the time I think bad things can be prevented from happening by people doing something, doing nothing doesn’t help anybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The past couple of days have been particularly eventful, that is probably why I haven’t posted much. I have a feeling the next few days will be just as eventful. Last night was pretty fun, I didn’t go out until half past twelve and didn’t get in until four. Speaking of which “Did you go to bed about twenty to four last night?”, is what I have just been asked this second by my mother. She has no idea. I would also like to say a thank you to Alan Titchmarsh for his work in making this morning nice and relaxing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out again tonight, it should be fun, drinking with some friends at Sam’s 18th. This will probably be the first time I’ve properly had a drink with all of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little do many know that I often shower fully clothed, washing myself and my clothes at the same time, saving water, energy and time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-3253466044357539265?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/3253466044357539265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/fuck-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3253466044357539265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3253466044357539265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/04/fuck-it.html' title='Fuck it..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-1457607212330204310</id><published>2010-03-30T12:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:52:38.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never what you do, it's always what you don't do, that makes you a good or bad person. I guess that makes me a bad person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some crazy woman is coming round to take pictures of the house today, looks like it is actually going up for sale. Semi homelessness awaits for me, and I am just thrilled. On to lighter matters, I don't mind at all if somebody tells me they don't what to do something, that's fair enough. What really pisses me off is if somebody says they are going to do something then they proceed not to do it. Personally I think that's just bad mannered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck it? Fuck it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-1457607212330204310?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/1457607212330204310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1457607212330204310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1457607212330204310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/its.html' title='It&apos;s..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-3122307255394118392</id><published>2010-03-29T17:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T17:30:24.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once again I haven't posted for a few days, I imagine you will all start getting&amp;nbsp;withdrawal symptoms if I don't do this today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Were going straight into the issue today. To be brutally honest at the moment I am a frustrated boyman. We as human beings pretty much still have the whole "I need to find the best mate" mentality, this means a lot of our behaviour is manipulated to do this. The way we dress, act, do our hair, all the exercise we do, everything. So if you don't find anybody that you have that strange spark thing going on with then you tend to get a bit subconsciously depressed. Which probably leads to all sorts of mental issues. I'm probably at the subconsciously depressed stage, which means my mind is pretty much now constantly screaming "FIT IN!", but firstly, I don't see how that will help me find that sparky thing and secondly, who wants to fit in? I'd much rather be a square running at triangular shaped holes and leaving a big square hole in my wake. This inevitably leads to other people trying to be squares when the notice the hole you've left. I have mixed feelings about that though, it annoys me that people have to copy but I also feel flattered, not that I get copied of course.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to write something else but alas I feel it will offend pretty much all of you so I'll leave it out. Wouldn't want to lose any of the few friends I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Several people might know that I once managed to dislocate my thumb in a&amp;nbsp;restaurant&amp;nbsp;and then&amp;nbsp;proceeded to use my pint to make sure it didn't swell up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-3122307255394118392?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/3122307255394118392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3122307255394118392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3122307255394118392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/sorry.html' title='Sorry..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-3801515873937392166</id><published>2010-03-25T20:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:16:58.707Z</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's finally 1 day until we break up for a few weeks. Even though it'll involve loads of work it means I don't have to get up early, and I guess I can have a few days off right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today I've continued to pile on the music work and discovered Ableton is a bitch to DJ with, but alas I shall persevere and hope it works out well. If not I shall have to revert back to the old ways. If you so called regular readers haven't noticed I am trying to give this blog a bit of actual content rather than just my semi drunkard ramblings concerning the days events. Don't worry I'm fully aware this will interest none of you at all, but don't worry you'll still get your ramblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In fairness today was a fairly normal day, although my penis wasn't mentioned apart from me telling my form teacher that mine didn't look like a picture she was holding of a penis with some sort of sexually transmitted illness. My biceps were also spoken about by various sexually frustrated persons in I.T. Roll on tomorrow that's what I say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only a chosen few know this but...When I was a small child I was raised by elves, who are surprisingly good at sex, I of course was too young to even comprehend this and therefore learned nothing of their ways, sorry guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-3801515873937392166?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/3801515873937392166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/well_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3801515873937392166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3801515873937392166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/well_25.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-2401320974131393165</id><published>2010-03-24T17:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:05:03.794Z</updated><title type='text'>Hey..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry guys, been a bit engrossed in my music work over the past couple of days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I was both shocked and horrified to uncover a plot to humiliate me. I believe the plan was to stick a sanitary towel with the words "I've got the clap" or something of that effect, onto my back. Fortunately I foiled this plan and managed to run away before the plan had time to happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know one of the things I like most about making music? You never ever stop learning new things, you are always finding out new ways of doing things that either improve your sound or allow you to achieve the same results in a less complicated way. It is also always different, every time I do some music work something different always happens. It's an amazing feeling when something goes how you hear it in your head.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unknown to many is the fact that I have a pet woodlouse called Eric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-2401320974131393165?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/2401320974131393165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2401320974131393165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2401320974131393165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/hey.html' title='Hey..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-1433708760655016384</id><published>2010-03-21T11:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:23:16.848Z</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a few interesting days for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday was pretty awesome, starting with the Wirral One Hundred, having a lovely conversation with; McCabe, Lauren, Blair, Nat, Scarlett and Greg sort of. Then on the way to Hayley's party Lauren managed to get us lost, which was clearly all part of the fun. Then while at the party various wonderful and interesting things happened, including gaining a pound from a condom machine thanks to McCabe. I also had a very interesting conversation with Linzi and Lucie. Then spent a whole hour walking home. That's pretty much a very brief summary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesturday was pretty fun as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I'd like to bore you all and talk about something that I should have spoke about like 2 weeks ago. It is the sad fact that Chester City F.C doesn't&amp;nbsp;exist anymore, I suppose it is a bit of a sore point that's why I haven't spoke about it. I guess I'm waiting for the "FC United" effect to kick in and a super new club to appear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a small woman in Tibet who is exactly 67 and she knows how to make perfect outfits for me, including underwear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-1433708760655016384?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/1433708760655016384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/well_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1433708760655016384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1433708760655016384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/well_21.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-6420692399474809654</id><published>2010-03-17T21:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:34:54.747Z</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't promise the dizzying social heights of yesturdays blog, which was widely spoken of today. However I can promise one free kiss for all readers (if I get shown proof of you actually reading this blog.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, seems it's that most joyous of days that is St. Patrick's Day I would like to discuss Irish people. I've only ever been to Ireland once, Dublin more specifically, and to be honest the people remind me a lot of people from Liverpool, I know this is probably due to the fact there are a lot of Irish people in Liverpool. However you can just sense there is just something which is just more positive and welcoming when ever you are there, which is a very nice feeling to have when you are wondering around a place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have only ever actually had a proper conversation with one Irish person, Emily her name was, and the conversation took place in Majorca if I recall correctly. The only 2 things I really remember about her are that she had an orange ribbon in her dark brown hair and she had the most&amp;nbsp;memorising big brown eyes. Oh and not forgetting the awesome Irish accent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not many people know that practice kissing on Heidi my cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-6420692399474809654?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/6420692399474809654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/well_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6420692399474809654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6420692399474809654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/well_17.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-2066134537794244884</id><published>2010-03-16T20:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:46:29.212Z</updated><title type='text'>The..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Past few days have been fun, as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While all the excitement of SXSW is going on I'm stuck in the dreary depths of Ellesmere Port, Queensferry and the&amp;nbsp;adjoining roads. However I can't complain as nothing is really wrong at all, apart from one thing that has been gnawing away at me for some time now. I feel I could do with a girlfriend. I don't really know why though, I guess I just want somebody to hang out with and have fun with, but there aren't too many people with which you can do that with these days. Of course they have to be pretty much perfect in every way, and there is even less of those people around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually love women, all of them, they rev my engine. Some are quite literally amazingly attractive, I find myself just lured towards them, like I'm a big lump of Steel being seduced by a big sexy magnet. I can't help myself, without the female form I shall be nothing, it inspires all my work, past, present and future. Sure you can have your money, 60 inch flat screen TVs, big mansions and executive saloons, and you can keep them, I would be more than happy with the love of a good (and amazingly beautiful) woman and music. All the other things are just bonuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a little known fact that I have an evil American twin called Bob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-2066134537794244884?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/2066134537794244884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2066134537794244884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2066134537794244884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/blog-post_16.html' title='The..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-6912761750259576830</id><published>2010-03-13T16:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-13T16:48:08.045Z</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't that good news on this fine Mother's Day Eve, my Grandad is finally out of hospital, which is awesome, he greeted me with the usual "Still doing the barbers out of business?". Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it weird how us humans, well the smart ones, can learn from other people's experiences and allow them to put their own experiences into perspective. I think this is a very good skill for any person to have, it's a sign, to me anyways, that somebody is very emotionally aware. I like emotionally aware people, they know how to sense the mood of a person or room. They also know when to leave you alone or when they need to say something to cheer you up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was once an antique spoon called Mr. Terry Dominquez, he used to be constantly annoyed because all of his brothers and sisters had been melted down to be turned into the crown jewels. He was extremely jealous because they all now got loads of attention and he was just kept in a drawer in Buckingham Palace, lost and forgotten. Then one day he was discovered by a little old lady, she took him in, took care of him, polished him and everything. Terry was still annoyed however. Then one day he was all rapped up in his favourite denim jacket and he and the little old lady went for a drive. Soon after they were in a large hall and Terry was staring up at a&amp;nbsp;mahogany faced man, the one, the only David Dickinson! Then terry spotted the camera, this was his time to shine! He was truly happy. He got sold for £50 at auction, he didn't feel this was enough so he turned savage, spooning everybody in that auction room to death, including the little old lady and Dickinson. He is now the most famous spoon in the world, kept bound and gagged in the Tower of London, right next to his brothers and sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to cover myself in lime green paint then writhe around on a canvas and sell it as "art"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FORWARDS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-6912761750259576830?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/6912761750259576830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/well_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6912761750259576830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6912761750259576830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/well_13.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-5515979785309501197</id><published>2010-03-11T19:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:58:28.784Z</updated><title type='text'>How..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Annoying are some things, some people seem to put pretty much no effort or thought into life what so ever, and they still end up getting exactly what they want. Where as us people who actually try such as myself get all the rubbish stuff. We don't get the jobs we want, or get on the courses we want to do or get the person we want to be with. The way of the world doesn't make sense in any way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finding it a bit hard to stick by my "If you want to do something then do it." motto recently, it's turned into more of a "Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge." as the Grandmaster of Flash would say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall leave with a literary reference.."Fuck it? Fuck it." That is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-5515979785309501197?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/5515979785309501197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/5515979785309501197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/5515979785309501197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/how.html' title='How..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-363122971217594031</id><published>2010-03-10T19:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-10T19:45:20.917Z</updated><title type='text'>Isn't..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It really annoying when you try really hard at something and not only don't you get a "well done" you still end up rubbish at the thing you've tried really hard at?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life sucks sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-363122971217594031?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/363122971217594031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/isnt_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/363122971217594031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/363122971217594031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/isnt_10.html' title='Isn&apos;t..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-6362216520908695266</id><published>2010-03-09T20:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:11:20.552Z</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back in the game.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I realised how sometimes I can be pretty good at stuff. I am more than aware that to the majority of you this just sounds like Andy being big headed, but you know what, everybody is awesome in my opinion, so why can't I be a bit awesome some of the time? Don't get me wrong people can be right bellends sometimes, and that's why I choose my friends and just ignore the opinions of people who I know haven't really ever thought about any decision or opinion they have. I think, as far as I can make out they just recycle opinions or thoughts other idiots have just thought out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would like to go to university now please. I need to make some music my bitch! I like to make music that's intense, just how I like my DJ sets to be. I think it's really awesome to get a really deep bass and build it from there, so what if it blows a speaker or two and makes everything vibrate. Doesn't half get people going, and me for that matter, I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a little known fact that I often eat rose petals in the night times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep on rockin' it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-6362216520908695266?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/6362216520908695266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6362216520908695266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6362216520908695266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/well.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-6616807400440740964</id><published>2010-03-08T22:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:14:42.512Z</updated><title type='text'>Wow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it interesting when you make decisions that even surprise yourself. Afterwards you always think, why the hell did I decide that. Sometimes however, very rarely, those decisions turn out to be good ones instead of bad ones. I think if more people managed to trust their own judgement those good surprises would happen more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been having thoughts that are edging towards negative recently, which isn't good. I have positive thoughts all the time about everything. I don't like being in my own company when my mind is being negative, I need to be around people doing things, anything so I don't have to endure my mind telling me a load of rubbish. People however have refused to come out with me during the times when I've needed this company, I think now the negative is starting to build up, I need to get it out of my system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a lighter note, in my spare time I enjoy racing small and furry woodland creatures, we are just starting a new season and to be honest badgers are looking like coasting to victory,&amp;nbsp;squirrels however have a new aerodynamic package coming in a few weeks so who knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep on plodding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-6616807400440740964?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/6616807400440740964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/wow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6616807400440740964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6616807400440740964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/wow.html' title='Wow..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-5167826848667747903</id><published>2010-03-07T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:31:17.742Z</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's funny how we prioritise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When nothing really matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The universe doesn't care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever the colour of your bloody hair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The universe doesn't care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which shoes you decide to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It'll carry on regardless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However you want to dress,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It'll still spin and grow, engulf and create,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how much you masturbate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M HERE ALL WEEK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-5167826848667747903?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/5167826848667747903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/blog-post_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/5167826848667747903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/5167826848667747903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/blog-post_07.html' title='..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-2503795059396782944</id><published>2010-03-06T23:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:16:45.067Z</updated><title type='text'>Do..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: ARIAL;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size: small;"&gt;You know what the best feeling in the world is? Me either. However I do recall a pretty good feeling. Do you know when you are at that stage of being drunk where everything is just awesome, like where you can't look at yourself in the mirror without smiling? Everything is just sort of better, everything has sort of a fuzzy tinge to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: ARIAL;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: ARIAL;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size: small;"&gt;On a completely unrelated topic. Do you know what day I enjoy the most out of all the days in the year? That first day of the year where it's warm, like warm enough to actually sunbathe, warm enough to just sit there and be happy. Be happy in the peace and quiet and warmth. Usually it has to be a day where I'm not in school for me to be able to truly appreciate it. I find there is a strange hum in the air when it is above 20 degrees in finest England (or Wales) it makes folk more relaxed and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: ARIAL;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size: small;"&gt;On another unrelated topic. I attended Chester University (Warrington Campus) today, seems I'll be going there in September (hopefully) I thought I best give it a once over. It was OK I suppose, a bit shit, but I'm hoping the people will make it awesome. A great man once wrote a poem about a road through some woods. I like to think it was a&amp;nbsp;metaphor&amp;nbsp;for a road through life. I think it's a fair point that everybody has to do their own thing, and they shouldn't change their thing just because somebody else does something differently. Only trouble is, last line of the poem is "But there is no road through the woods." Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: ARIAL;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: ARIAL;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size: small;"&gt;OMFGZZZZ I HEART BOOBS BOXERS FTW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: ARIAL;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: ARIAL;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size: small;"&gt;fml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-2503795059396782944?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/2503795059396782944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2503795059396782944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2503795059396782944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/do.html' title='Do..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-3570581188736712359</id><published>2010-03-04T22:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:05:57.692Z</updated><title type='text'>A..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great man once defined becoming a man as; when everybody else is being a bellend, doing the opposite and not caring what they think. Loose everything and not bitch about it to everybody in sight. Don't lie about or hate anybody and being able to run for an entire minute. Doing all those things however would also make you king of the Earth and we all know that position doesn't&amp;nbsp;exist&amp;nbsp;therefore, in conclusion, real men no longer exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was quite weird, as all my days are. It started off with the newly formed spectator sport of watching my mum scrape ice off the car windows. I have also realised my penis is pretty much the most talked about penis possibly in the world. Ever. It must come up in conversation at least 3 times everyday. I shall not complain however because me and him pretty much love all the attention. I need a haircut, it's getting shocking now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't get why some people that I have never really spoken a word to in my life have already decided that they don't like me at all. To be honest I don't really mind people not liking me that's understandable, but don't dislike me when you don't even know me, that's just not fucking cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I visited a postcard factory the other day. It was alright. Nothing to write home about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to another day in fucking paradise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-3570581188736712359?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/3570581188736712359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3570581188736712359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3570581188736712359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='A..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-1452699606713381521</id><published>2010-03-03T20:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:56:43.248Z</updated><title type='text'>What..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would you write about if you didn't really have anything to say? No idea? Me either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I guess I'll just keep typing and hope something mildly interesting end up on the screen, if this doesn't happen however I do&amp;nbsp;apologise. Today has been like some long hard battle all day, and I have no real idea why. I could do with a stiff drink, or some form of drug.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CEEB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-1452699606713381521?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/1452699606713381521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1452699606713381521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1452699606713381521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/what.html' title='What..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-1163258989884369065</id><published>2010-03-02T20:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:09:57.956Z</updated><title type='text'>I..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;am at a lost end as to what to write about today, but I will soldier on none the less and still manage to produce a couple of hundred words about pretty much nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am fully aware I pretty much never ever ever make a point, and I don't ever intend to make a truly serious point. If you know me at all you'll know it's completely not my character to be serious, or make a point for that matter. Which I think is one of the better points to my character at times, it allows me to diffuse situations quite easily.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Anyway onto more important things such as summer. Everybody seems to be really up for this summer and I'm unsure as to why, probably because it'll be the first summer where everybody is 18 or about to be 18. This should equate to one big super party, but I know for a fact it won't play out that way at all. For a start nobody will probably have any money, I certainly know I won't even though I've started saving already. The people that will have money however will be in work all the time, this means they won't be able to go out either.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;In fairness I am excited about a few things I suppose. My birthday of course, which I shall do everything in my power to make absolutely amazing. It is on a Monday which I suppose allows me to warm up all week then go out on the following Friday and Saturday and "Crank it up to the&amp;nbsp;gigawatt's". Hopefully on the Monday I shall have my tattoo done as well, it will be the first initials of all of my family members; Nans, Grandads, Mum, Dad, Martin and Grace and Lily.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am also excited about going to university I guess. I can't wait to be free of both Ellesmere Port and it's little bastard&amp;nbsp;inhabitants. The lower years in school now have become beyond a joke. I know university won't be much of a step up as I'm only going to Warrington, but it has to be better than Ellesmere Port right? Also it means I'll be doing something that, to be honest, I actually love doing. I love&amp;nbsp;manipulating other people's music, and making my own of course. I am really excited about being able to better myself musically, and learning more about how music effects people's moods and society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I hope that leaning all these new skills will allow me to get better at the sole activity I enjoy most in life, DJ-ing. I feel like a different person when I've got the headphones on and I'm in the booth. Nothing is important for that hour or hour and a half, it becomes just about me, the music and people having a good time. I try my hardest to make sure everybody has a good time every time I do a set and that's why it really does hurt me if people say it isn't very good. People really do not appreciate the amount of work it takes to put a DJ set together, as far as they are aware I press play then stand there looking pretty. That couldn't be further from the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;If you didn't know my left foot is bigger than my right foot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Onwards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-1163258989884369065?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/1163258989884369065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1163258989884369065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1163258989884369065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/i.html' title='I..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-8462195543391892095</id><published>2010-03-01T20:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:24:52.716Z</updated><title type='text'>Isn't..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The world a funny place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I learnt that the smallest, most insignificant things can make me happy. I don't even know how the action in question made me happy, but it certainly put a smile on my face. I think people often take those minute feelings of happiness for granted, they allow them to pass by without even noticing them half the time. People tend to allow them to be overshadowed by all the complete and utter rubbish that goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I dance to "I'm Like A Bird" by Nelly Furtado at least once a day, EVERY DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it a really good feeling when things just work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-8462195543391892095?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/8462195543391892095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/isnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8462195543391892095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8462195543391892095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/03/isnt.html' title='Isn&apos;t..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-2498007828623404805</id><published>2010-02-28T16:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:15:52.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In most cases is bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a Sunday, which means nobody is really doing anything of any real true importance. I'm slaving away over my music and most other people are watching the football as far as I can tell. Which is what I'd be doing if Grace, Lily and Sam weren't downstairs being mildly annoying and not allowing me to just enjoy a game of football in piece. I learnt long ago that I could never watch anything on television with those 3 in the same room as me, it just doesn't work. The annoying thing is they are staying for tea, without really asking if they could stay for tea, times like this make me enjoy living at Dad's house even more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, on to some good news, Dad has agreed to pay for my tattoo for my birthday, bad news is that means I have to go to Liverpool some time in the near future to book it if I want to go on my birthday. After all its only a mere 4 months away. Unfortunately I don't know what I want my Mum to get me for it yet. Any suggestions are welcome, I was thinking some shiny new headphones, after all one can never have too many pairs of headphones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I let my cat lick golden syrup off my feet because it tickles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes don't you just want to be somewhere else, somewhere else other than here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-2498007828623404805?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/2498007828623404805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/ignorance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2498007828623404805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2498007828623404805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/ignorance.html' title='Ignorance..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-367377747360873710</id><published>2010-02-27T14:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-27T14:48:17.089Z</updated><title type='text'>Alright..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Shag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Isn't it funny how many nice people you've met and known that you never really think about, until you see them of course and then you are reminded of their sincereness and enthusiasm. I wonder if they ever think about me, probably not but as they are sincere I wouldn't be too surprised if somebody told me they did. I'd love to have the enthusiasm that one acquires when living outside of Ellesmere Port.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm unsure as to how Ellesmere Port manages to do it but it just seems to absorb all enthusiasm and desire to make something of yourself. It therefore takes very special people to manage to escape the&amp;nbsp;monotonous&amp;nbsp;world that is Ellesmere Port and make a bid for freedom and university. I therefore would like to tip my cap to all the people I know that will hopefully be starting university in September/October. I appreciate how hard it is to escape as I am trying to do so myself, and I know for a fact most of you share the same view as me that you would literally give a limb to get out of this place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Don't get me wrong I'm not slagging people off who are happy to stay in Ellesmere Port, in fact I admire you, I admire how you can be settled in one place. I myself feel slightly uneasy if I have to stay in a particular place for too long, I have to go somewhere, do something. I also admire how you fit in to a place so well. I don't think I've ever really felt like I've truly fitted into a place, and in fairness I've been to a lot of places. I just hope one day I can find a place that doesn't drain the life and soul out of people, and where I just seem to fit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Hope I've shone a little ray of hope into an otherwise dreary and dull, grey world that is "El Porto".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;In my spare time I like to race various animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-367377747360873710?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/367377747360873710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/alright.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/367377747360873710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/367377747360873710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/alright.html' title='Alright..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-8132743490185325669</id><published>2010-02-25T18:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:01:15.284Z</updated><title type='text'>Back..</title><content type='html'>To the world of perfecting pioneering discotheque technology to provide a wonderful and unique performance that not only engages the ears but also the other senses. This is what I attempt to create every time I strap on my headphones and saddle up my laptop. This usually means me getting into a state of extreme focus where I not only hear the music but also feel like I'm lost within it like a blind vole tumbling haphazardly down a well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own a pair of thong Speedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-8132743490185325669?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/8132743490185325669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8132743490185325669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8132743490185325669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/back.html' title='Back..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-5370476431151617576</id><published>2010-02-24T20:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:15:44.290Z</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>How about that then. I'll start at the beginning and the events of yesterday. We ended up not going to the united game, due to unforseen circumstances that we shall not go into at this precise moment in time. Anyways due to this I ended up just going the pub which was really quite a nice event, I had a steak, bit fatty but ahh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, onto today and it's events, first of all I have to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOE! I have also tried to change my behaviour today, I'm giving the whole "being nice" thing a go, well I'm certainly making an attempt at being nicer to people, my friends anyway. I think it's going OK but I could definately do better. I am a changed man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today my Mum's house has been valued today, which means the move seems to be on the cards. Back to Elton my; Mum, Brother, Brother's Girlfriend and their 2 children go eventually. I think it will be good for the kids, I mean I went to "Elton County Primary School" and look at me, I turned out to be a well rounded human being...kind of...a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance around my house in a shiny leotard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-5370476431151617576?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/5370476431151617576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/well_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/5370476431151617576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/5370476431151617576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/well_24.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-139411694449597462</id><published>2010-02-22T21:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:44:49.746Z</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;How interesting and a wonderful world we live in these worldly days, hours, minutes and seconds. Also the square root of 346 is 18.60, you never know when things tend to come in useful. I, as you can probably tell, am in a wonderful mood, for which I have no reason at all as a matter of fact. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Yesterday I learnt that my Dad of all people is a huge Pixie Lott fan, he has her album and everything. And his reasons I hear you cry he claims "She's brilliant, and she seems filthy." which in fairness I agree with but she however cannot sing for all the precious metals and stones combined in some wonderful and glorious piece of jewellery. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Back to the monotonous long hard slog that is school tomorrow, where there are only brief and insignificant victories that are quickly forgotten, to brighten everybody's day for the smallest of moments. Alas, life is what you make it, and I intend to make it a diverse, wonderful and magical place, this sometimes may be achieved by illegal means such as drugs and under-age drinking. It may however be achieved by more simple means such as good friends, good in-jokes and pleasures of the flesh (female of course). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I'm also going to the Man United Vs West Ham game tomorrow, even though I support neither. However I am going because of young Mr. Joseph's birthday which is on Wednesday. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Onwards!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-139411694449597462?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/139411694449597462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/well_3426.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/139411694449597462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/139411694449597462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/well_3426.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-5849915947646396813</id><published>2010-02-22T21:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:43:08.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;How interesting and a wonderful world we live in these worldly days, hours, minutes and seconds. Also the square root of 346 is 18.60, you never know when things tend to come in useful. I, as you can probably tell, am in a wonderful mood, for which I have no reason at all as a matter of fact. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Yesterday I learnt that my Dad of all people is a huge Pixie Lott fan, he has her album and everything. And his reasons I hear you cry he claims "She's brilliant, and she seems filthy." which in fairness I agree with but she however cannot sing for all the precious metals and stones combined in some wonderful and glorious piece of jewellery. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Back to the monotonous long hard slog that is school tomorrow, where there are only brief and insignificant victories that are quickly forgotten, to brighten everybody's day for the smallest of moments. Alas, life is what you make it, and I intend to make it a diverse, wonderful and magical place, this sometimes may be achieved by illegal means such as drugs and under-age drinking. It may however be achieved by more simple means such as good friends, good in-jokes and pleasures of the flesh (female of course). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I'm also going to the Man United Vs West Ham game tomorrow, even though I support neither. However I am going because of young Mr. Joseph's birthday which is on Wednesday. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Onwards!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-5849915947646396813?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/5849915947646396813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/well_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/5849915947646396813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/5849915947646396813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/well_22.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-212158081163590802</id><published>2010-02-21T00:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:42:56.373Z</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>Everybody seems to be in a good mood at the moment, and I'm really rather enjoying it. It makes a wonderful and interesting change to the usual problems and bitchiness of people's usual moods. If you are reading this you are in for a wonderful bumper super edition, thou shalt describe the weeks events as they unfolded.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The start of the week was pretty fun. We went to watch The Wolfman, We saw Vicky waiting for a bus and stole all of Tom's sweets so he shouted at us. The day after (Tuesday I think) me and Joe went to Liverpool which is always fun and I've probably previously described on here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday I think I went out with Sarah which is always interesting, we only went round the oaks and back to mine though nothing special. However, it is always fun to hang out with people that are so nice and friendly. Friday night was awesome, I have to say I'm not an&amp;nbsp;accomplished enough DJ to play a flawless set every time I go out and perform. Therefore it's a really amazing feeling when I go out there and absolutely kill a set. It's also really nice when people actually show some appreciation, about 5 people offered to buy me a drink afterwards , I declined them all of course.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today has been pretty OK as well, I've helped to paint the hall, landing and stairs, sadly in green though. All because mum has decided she can't afford the house when I escape to uni, meaning she is going to buy a house with Martin, Sam and the children,&amp;nbsp;conveniently with no space for Andy. Also it will probably be in Elton, which I suppose is a bonus, it means I never have to really return to Ellesmere Port ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep on poppin', lockin' and polka dottin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-212158081163590802?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/212158081163590802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/212158081163590802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/212158081163590802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-1210586293980334393</id><published>2010-02-16T17:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:58:47.622Z</updated><title type='text'>Hola..</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys I haven't posted in what seems like forever. I sincerely apologise for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fair few things have happened to me since the last post. Not all of which have been pleasant, my Grandad is in hospital which is quite a lot rubbish. Hopefully he will be fine and dandy soon enough though. Anyway onto positive events, went to watch The Wolfman last night. It wasn't that good really, but if you enjoy films with lots of jumpy bits in then it's one for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Joe went to Liverpool today, which is always an event. There always seems to be an abundance of very beautiful young women wandering the merry streets of Liverpool. Also none of which pay any attention to me in any way unfortunately. They might as well be a different species. I bought some new pants though and a t shirt, both from H&amp;amp;M of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unsure what to do for the rest of the week. Please send any suggestions on a postcard to 150, Newnham Drive, Ellesmere Port, CH65 5AL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-1210586293980334393?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/1210586293980334393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/hola.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1210586293980334393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1210586293980334393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/hola.html' title='Hola..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-6965168305305601258</id><published>2010-02-10T19:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:59:58.582Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm..</title><content type='html'>No Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish people would understand I can't be on top form and be super happy and doing super work constantly. Sometimes I'm going to be a bit sad or not in the mood to do something to the same standard as I usually would. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I will be in a weird mood, and 99% of people are going to be able to do nothing about it. The thing I've noticed is usually it's the 99% who always ask me about it. The 1% however don't even mention it, they know I'm having a DJ diva moment and try to sort me out, but they never ever make a fuss, and for that I thank them. I'm aware I don't say that enough, so I'm making a point of saying it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-6965168305305601258?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/6965168305305601258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6965168305305601258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6965168305305601258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/im.html' title='I&apos;m..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-6307363758629787374</id><published>2010-02-08T22:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:27:46.094Z</updated><title type='text'>It's..</title><content type='html'>All right, it's&amp;nbsp;OK, I got the time but the time don't pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't really wrote much recently, and for this I&amp;nbsp;apologise to my fan. In my defence my internet has been being a rebellious so and so, meaning I haven't really been able to stay online for more than about 10 minutes at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've realised that when I'm about to do/say something stupid there's a voice in my head going "ANDY YOU GIGANTIC PENIS! STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP! NOOOOOOOOOOO" but as the voice is saying these things I tend to be&amp;nbsp;committing the very offence it is trying to prevent me from doing.&amp;nbsp;Also I have discovered this voice only gets quieter when I drink causing me to have less and less restraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-6307363758629787374?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/6307363758629787374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6307363758629787374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6307363758629787374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/its.html' title='It&apos;s..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-7847755800595600182</id><published>2010-02-04T22:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:45:38.846Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh fuck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-7847755800595600182?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/7847755800595600182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/ahh-fuck-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7847755800595600182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7847755800595600182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/ahh-fuck-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-7428907940431425742</id><published>2010-02-03T17:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:02:31.602Z</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate..</title><content type='html'>Flavoured brioche is a taste sensation! There are also several remixes of "Ellie Goulding - Starry Eyed" that are a musical sensation but I lack the willpower to put them up so Youtube that crap or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun, I realised that in year 11 everybody fancied me at some point. That was a fun discovery, also a confidence boost. We also had a fun biology lesson with sexy biology Sarah teaching us and talking about cleavage and various other sexually&amp;nbsp;intriguing words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent's evening tomorrow, I'll let you all know how it goes, I'll be fine though I know what they'll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-7428907940431425742?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/7428907940431425742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7428907940431425742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7428907940431425742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-1010607389646371230</id><published>2010-02-02T17:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:30:19.764Z</updated><title type='text'>So..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Today has been the most uneventful day in a long while. Apart from being called a "gay bastard" and apparently having a &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Pinny"&gt;"pinny"&lt;/a&gt;, all those insults are of course provided by the wonderful year 8 pupils and my wonderful school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Everybody wasn't in a very good mood today, and to be honest it got me down by the end of the day as well. Several people weren't too happy as they had a geography exam, then weren't happy after it, because they thought they hadn't done very well. A few other people just seemed a bit sort of preoccupied with some underlying serious issue. Hopefully all shall be well in the micro world of school tomorrow, and everything will be back to sunshine, lollipops and rainbows.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I should really do some music work, I tend to be far more creative when I'm a bit sad. I also like exercising when I'm a bit sad, probably those wonderful wee&amp;nbsp;endorphins, they are happy little fellows. I remember being a bit sad once when I was a child, then I went to my Nan's house and she got out her big roses tin full of sweets and let me have 2 instead of 1 because she always used to know when I was a bit down. What a truly brilliant person. She then played with my favourite toy with me, it was this old battered and paint chipped fighter plane, it had this sliding thing on the top of it that made the wheels come out when you wanted to land. I remember thinking about that day after she died and I got the plane out of a box that was going to go to the skip. It never ceases to make me smile, I guess I could do with it about now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-1010607389646371230?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/1010607389646371230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/so.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1010607389646371230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1010607389646371230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/02/so.html' title='So..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-4425097919310568679</id><published>2010-01-31T15:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-31T15:39:39.668Z</updated><title type='text'>Hey..</title><content type='html'>It is Sunday afternoon. The weather doesn't know what it's doing, and I have Electric Light Orchestra in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fair few things are a changing these days and in the days to come I have no doubt even more changes shall happen. I think change scares quite a few people. They get used to a routine, they may not think their lives are in a routine, but they are just variations on a theme. Especially if you're from Yorkshire, where "CHANGE IS NOT GOOD!". I however, like a minority of people love change, I like new and interesting situations, they bring new and interesting people. I like to think that change changes people, and usually for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-4425097919310568679?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/4425097919310568679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/4425097919310568679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/4425097919310568679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/hey.html' title='Hey..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-1709151128291946714</id><published>2010-01-28T18:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:44:10.982Z</updated><title type='text'>What..</title><content type='html'>Will be next? First of all they've banned shopping in Tesco whilst wearing pyjamas. I don't even wear pyjamas but if I did I'd be marching down to Tesco in my dressing gown as I type! Secondly, let us get behind the pubs, I refuse to have no place to drink in peace and quiet! I also refuse to no be able to have a pub conversation, I want to talk about who would win in a fight between a badger and a baboon or how many hedgehogs could fit in a U-boat. I refuse to let the one normal thing I can do amazingly well be taken away from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I do most days, I discovered something interesting. Teenage girls are just as filthy minded, if not more so, than us teenage boys who are supposed to be the height of sexual disgustingness. Apparently what they are often thinking is "how good is he in bed?" which doesn't exactly fill me with confidence, what if I'm getting bad reviews left, right and centre without actually sleeping with any of them. I could just sleep with them then they could give me a bad review, that would work for me, I don;t particularly mind being slagged off, as long as it's constructive&amp;nbsp;criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-1709151128291946714?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/1709151128291946714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1709151128291946714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1709151128291946714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/what.html' title='What..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-5125966890428338308</id><published>2010-01-26T19:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T19:19:48.920Z</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>Where is DNA found in orgasms? The exciting and sexually&amp;nbsp;intriguing&amp;nbsp;world of our biology lessons. Also "loci" means positions..but not those kind of positions, apparently. Sadly we are shockingly bad at biology, probably due to our general childishness and lack of focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't blogged in a few days, I had one all lined up and ready to go yesterday then my internet decided to stop working. Wow there's a new Barclaycard advert with a&amp;nbsp;roller coaster instead of a slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learnt a few interesting things, well one mainly. People (women) seem to "know" lots of things about me that just simply aren't true, mainly to with sexual dealing involving other women. I think most people's character traits are&amp;nbsp;exaggerated in life these days. So I like to enjoy pleasures of the flesh occasionally? So I have more friends that are women than men? Does that make me a bad person? Probably. Does that make me a slag? I certainly don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-5125966890428338308?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/5125966890428338308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/well_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/5125966890428338308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/5125966890428338308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/well_26.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-8414946921361721950</id><published>2010-01-24T12:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T12:02:44.867Z</updated><title type='text'>It's a..</title><content type='html'>Lazy Sunday morning and I intend to reflect that in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few mates round last night for a few drinks, we also managed to watch an entire James Bond film (Die Another Day) without any sound at all, apart from the amazing &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thedeadweather"&gt;The Dead Weather&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do mega revision today, I have a Biology exam tomorrow afternoon and I fear the worst will happen. Mainly due to the sheer stupidity of OCR, but nothing can be done about that. Alas I have to select a gear for my posterior and make it a high one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several observations today already. Number one, muffins are pretty much the best breakfast food ever invented. Number two, Top Gear is literally on at all hours of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rave on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-8414946921361721950?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/8414946921361721950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/its_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8414946921361721950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8414946921361721950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/its_24.html' title='It&apos;s a..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-2627486857509819653</id><published>2010-01-22T20:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:48:20.148Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SoundCloud'/><title type='text'>Sample Mix by Stripes Go Faster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fsoundcloud.com%2Fuser9797932%2Fsample-mix&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fsoundcloud.com%2Fuser9797932%2Fsample-mix&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;  &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/user9797932/sample-mix"&gt;Sample Mix&lt;/a&gt;  by  &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/user9797932"&gt;Stripes Go Faster!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-2627486857509819653?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/2627486857509819653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/sample-mix-by-stripes-go-faster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2627486857509819653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2627486857509819653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/sample-mix-by-stripes-go-faster.html' title='Sample Mix by Stripes Go Faster!'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-4666219445841423467</id><published>2010-01-21T19:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:24:48.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Today..</title><content type='html'>I'm really not sure what to talk about. I had a good day today, nice and..&amp;nbsp;unstressed. Apart from a certain bowling company, that will remain nameless, deciding that although we spend about £10 in there most days our money is no longer good enough and now we aren't allowed in during school time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall take this&amp;nbsp;opportunity to tell you about a few music projects I will hopefully sort out in the coming weeks. Firstly, I have an interesting appearance at The Bluecoat, which is an art gallery in Liverpool. Neil Keating is a resident&amp;nbsp;illustrator there and I have worked with him before, we are looking to merge my sounds with his supreme drawings in a live event in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm hoping to play EXIT Festival this year, which is set in the amazing grounds of a fortress in Serbia and last year played host to the likes of Arctic Monkeys, The Prodigy, Grandmaster Flash, Lily Allen, Fake Blood and Manic Street Preachers. This year the line-up already includes Crystal Castles and Does It Offend You, Yeah? I just have to send a sample of my work to them and see what they think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think this will be a big summer for me musically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-4666219445841423467?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/4666219445841423467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/today.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/4666219445841423467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/4666219445841423467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/today.html' title='Today..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-2820525685918941945</id><published>2010-01-20T20:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:24:52.264Z</updated><title type='text'>I..</title><content type='html'>Think I've made my mind up. I think, we shall see if I change my mind in the near future, I need to discuss it with a few people whose opinion I value pretty highly. I also think I've made my peace with LIPA. They don't want me, I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to today's events. I had the most shockingly dull biology practical exam in the history of biology practical exams. It took 2 hours to do, and an hour and a half of it was waiting. Unbelievable Jeff! As the great curly haired and porn 'tached Chris Kamara would say. I also had the joy of being pretty much beaten up by Vicky, and not even in an erotic way. All because I said she flashed her boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learnt something new about myself, I actually love catching people checking me out, don't you? They try and act all&amp;nbsp;nonchalant and look away but you know and they know you know precisely what they were doing.&amp;nbsp;It's also a great confidence boost, lets you know you're half decent looking and that. So I often find it brightens my day, therefore I think we should all try and check each other out all the time so we are all nice and confidence boosted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spicy beef = Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salty beef = Baaad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-2820525685918941945?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/2820525685918941945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2820525685918941945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2820525685918941945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/i.html' title='I..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-381128459842264523</id><published>2010-01-19T17:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:19:03.561Z</updated><title type='text'>You'll</title><content type='html'>Miss me when I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody keeps asking me "What are you going to do now?", referring to me not getting into LIPA. To tell the truth I have no idea what I'm going to do, I could go to Chester University, even though it's an hour and a half away on the train. I could go and do Music Technology at College, or get a job and become a superstar DJ all by myself. Lets face it, who needs a degree? Although I would very much like one, it doesn't look like very many people are willing to give me one, or a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to eat, revise and exercise I think. Before I go though, let me leave you with this business thought, Crack4Gold..Act now before the crack rush ends!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-381128459842264523?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/381128459842264523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/youll.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/381128459842264523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/381128459842264523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/youll.html' title='You&apos;ll'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-6186162210486450984</id><published>2010-01-18T19:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:31:24.810Z</updated><title type='text'>It's..</title><content type='html'>Been a while, and for that I&amp;nbsp;apologise to my one whole reader. I have been rather distracted/mortified over the past couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fill you in on some background first. My last week involved these things: Getting into a fight, drinking 25 cans of Strongbow, drinking 4 pints of Strongbow, drinking 5 pints of Bulmers, drinking numerous shots of spirits, drawing an Otter in a thong, saying the words "have you ever stroked a Gibbon?", loosing to Tom 3 times in pool, beating Tom 5 times in pool, laughing at various sea animal noises, getting laid, breaking a laptop, getting a new laptop, getting rejected from LIPA, doing two exams, chipping my tooth, being killed by ice and very nearly setting myself on fire amongst other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The combination of all these things have left me quite bitter, and for that I am sorry to everybody that has had the delight of speaking to me in recent days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quote of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joe: Clunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Terri-Ann: I need a wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Live long and prosper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-6186162210486450984?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/6186162210486450984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/its.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6186162210486450984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6186162210486450984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/its.html' title='It&apos;s..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-1414262209629945079</id><published>2010-01-15T18:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-15T18:44:38.707Z</updated><title type='text'>Down..</title><content type='html'>But not out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-1414262209629945079?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/1414262209629945079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1414262209629945079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1414262209629945079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/down.html' title='Down..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-6260986467003818148</id><published>2010-01-14T16:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:49:10.307Z</updated><title type='text'>On A..</title><content type='html'>Scale of one to five..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop is kindly telling me that my hard drive is going to fail soon..Lovely. Sorry there was no post yesterday, I spent my time at the pub instead drinking away my money with that rarest of creatures, McCabe. It was super quiet in there though, it was quite scary, after 10 past 10 we were the only people left, there was more staff than customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, onwards to today, how was everybody's day? I spoke to quite a few people today, and to be honest the majority of them were quite nice, which is rare these days! All in all a good school day. I am, however on my own until about half 10 tonight, so if anybody fancies coming round for a drink then feel free. All guests are welcome unless you have some hideous and highly contagious flesh eating disease, then I'm sorry you'll have to drink outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All aboard the showboat..TOOT TOOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-6260986467003818148?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/6260986467003818148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6260986467003818148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6260986467003818148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/on.html' title='On A..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-2459922826991014569</id><published>2010-01-12T19:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:01:32.371Z</updated><title type='text'>Purple..</title><content type='html'>Wellies are by far the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everybody surviving the cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite a fun day, it's days like today I feel I will miss when I'm no longer at school. I had a biology exam, that went fairly well, even if I did waste an hour of revision on immune response for there not to be a question on it. Ahh well, the rest of the day I just had a good laugh with Joe, recreating the noises of various sea creatures. Oh and Ms. Sterry thought I smelled of pot which wasn't a very good compliment, in fact I doubt it was even a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a last lesson, which was biology itself, where we just went through our exam and slagged it off/joked about it. Believe it or not I think both me and Zoey did pretty good on it, which makes a change to our usual dismal attempts. I like biology it's a rather fun lesson, and I'm the only boy, which I prefer, I seem to get on with girls easier I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 more exams to go. Physics tomorrow morning. I say bring it on! Then tomorrow evening I am accompanying McCabe to the pub. Oh how I miss that boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onwards!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-2459922826991014569?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/2459922826991014569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/purple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2459922826991014569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2459922826991014569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/purple.html' title='Purple..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-3717575145525501580</id><published>2010-01-11T18:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:59:53.400Z</updated><title type='text'>How..</title><content type='html'>Is it that everybody else and their body/shoe combinations seem to glide over slushy icy stuff on the roads and pavements where as my body/shoe combination has all the poise, grace and finesse of a drunken horse wearing roller blades on an oiled up skate park?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I shall select a few very good songs for your listening pleasure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OE__JooBNhE"&gt;Delphic - Doubt (Riton Remix)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YmvI98s2jno"&gt;Ellie Goulding - Starry Eyed (Jakwob Remix)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQLibIshUpU"&gt;Miike Snow - Black Blue (Savage Skulls Remix)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLJf9qJHR3E&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Mumford and Sons - Little Lion Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=boo2Zm69fhY"&gt;Flo &amp;amp; The Machine - Drumming Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGRGSDCZqy8"&gt;Sekta - Jabajaws (Instrumental)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy listening to them all. Revision time for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-3717575145525501580?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/3717575145525501580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3717575145525501580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3717575145525501580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/how.html' title='How..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-2750629226645012382</id><published>2010-01-10T20:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:16:05.296Z</updated><title type='text'>Wow..</title><content type='html'>The past 24 hours has been an interesting one, firstly I haven't slept at all, secondly I haven't revised at all. These things have made me quite irritable and annoyed at myself. However I am in an excellent mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had an ace time all night and today, last night Sarah came round and we had a fair few drinks and general fun times. Then this afternoon I went to play some pool with Joe which was fun as always. So all in all a very good 24 hours. I need to revise and have a shower now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm not particularly witty today.&lt;br /&gt;Speak tomorrow, yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-2750629226645012382?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/2750629226645012382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2750629226645012382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2750629226645012382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/wow.html' title='Wow..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-8816045312718540388</id><published>2010-01-09T12:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:41:38.181Z</updated><title type='text'>The..</title><content type='html'>wonderful sense of joy conceived by simply lying in bed all Saturday morning is really a rather beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;The only trouble is I need to; get up, exercise, shower, (feels face) maybe shave, then do a massive chunk of revision. I'm listening to the soothing tones of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NtRCzmvvdDU"&gt;Bat For Lashes - Prescilla&lt;/a&gt;, I think I can have another half an hour of ignorant bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody once said "Change is not a myth, it can actually happen ;)" but in my highly uneducated opinion I think, if what happens to you makes you the person who you are, and stuff and things are always happening to us, then aren't we all always changing?&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave you with that thought on what is now Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Fly my pretty's, FLY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-8816045312718540388?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/8816045312718540388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8816045312718540388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8816045312718540388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='The..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-3395247140645869020</id><published>2010-01-08T18:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:13:39.336Z</updated><title type='text'>It Seems..</title><content type='html'>to me that those of us who bothered to attend school today did so for no reason. We didn't have a break time for "health and safety" reasons. Dinner time consisted of being herded into the canteen with 3 teachers surrounding me and Tom, just to make sure we didn't run off and cause trouble, because we are 7 not 17, clearly. Also I didn't much get any work done in any lessons, we did a few exams questions in biology, Boyle's Law in physics and looked at old computers in I.T.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to get drunk with my friends, good day to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-3395247140645869020?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/3395247140645869020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/it-seems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3395247140645869020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3395247140645869020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/it-seems.html' title='It Seems..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-8562032769162394539</id><published>2010-01-07T17:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:10:11.883Z</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>it seems as if the worst is over. Back to school tomorrow, to enjoy the wonders of the present education system.&lt;br /&gt;I've done actually nothing today. I was going to revise, but the mountain of booze lured me in, so I've been drinking since about 11 o'clock. ohh well I only have exams on Tuesday and Wednesday, that's plenty of time to revise right?&lt;br /&gt;The strangest conversation happened between me and my equally brilliant Father last night after he returned home from the wonders of being a chemical process operator. He said he'd go into work at about 12ish, even though he wasn't in 'til 2 (it takes hit about 15 minute to get into work) in case the roads were bad going into Mold. To which I replied "What happens if the roads are good, you'll get there mega early?". He said that he'd simply "pop in" to Tesco on his way if the roads were good. After a&amp;nbsp;minute or so I&amp;nbsp;exclaimed "You should panic buy something" (as we were watching the news at the time which has said "some report claim people panic buying already"). To which he responded "Jam! That'll freak people out.". "What about crunchy peanut butter, spread that on your drive, that'll help with friction better than grit!" I exclaimed. To which we both started giggling like school girls, "You should run around a bit as well, that'll shit people up." I said. I feel me and my good Father should be a comedy double act, if they put us both in Big Brother the 3 people that now watch it would be thoroughly entertained, then they could get another 5 series out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to the here and now, I'm relaxed after several cans of Strongbow, and listening to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lblGcFus9Mo"&gt;Robbie Williams - Me and My Monkey&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;, even if you hate Robbie, I suggest you listen to this song because I think 99% of people can relate to it, and if your the "speshal" 1% it's talking about his drug addiction!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway (again), I best stop rambling on.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Make way for the ultraviolet teenage riot!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-8562032769162394539?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/8562032769162394539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8562032769162394539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/8562032769162394539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/well.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-3341275308211720905</id><published>2010-01-06T15:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:10:12.539Z</updated><title type='text'>Day 2..</title><content type='html'>Of sheer panic, as literally inches of snow lie on various surfaces around the nation. There was a special news programme and everything, the thing that really annoyed me is that it meant Cash In the Attic wasn't on. In my humble opinion this is the last straw! Something needs to be done to remove this snow. I propose we get that stuff that tastes like blue (that they put in ice pops and claim it's "blue raspberry") and turn the country into a giant slush puppy and eat our way out of ridiculousness! Let's be honest, if it's one thing quite a lot of people in this country are good at it's eating.&lt;br /&gt;We are off school today for, as far as I can see, no particular reason. People don't understand I have 2 exams next week!&lt;br /&gt;Have fun in the snow everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-3341275308211720905?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/3341275308211720905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3341275308211720905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3341275308211720905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/day-2.html' title='Day 2..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-462161537813346595</id><published>2010-01-05T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:31:35.925Z</updated><title type='text'>In The..</title><content type='html'>wise words of an old man, "Cold out today. Cold yesterday. Even colder today.".&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused as to why in other countries they manage to actually get on with their lives perfectly fine, even when everything is covered in 2 or 3 inches of snow. It's nearly magical how people (southerners) can be so melodramatic. Where as other people (northerners) either don't care and just get on with it like people from other countries, or are out there throwing snowballs at cars. Don't you just love the "culture" we possess these days.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I best start trying to shift the old Christmas weight, it's starting to annoy me now, and lets be honest I need all the help looks wise I can get.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun in the snow, or cry about it, or MOVE THE FUCK ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-462161537813346595?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/462161537813346595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/462161537813346595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/462161537813346595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/in.html' title='In The..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-4350284534344763155</id><published>2010-01-04T22:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:35:36.390Z</updated><title type='text'>Rejection..</title><content type='html'>is the story of today.&lt;br /&gt;Oxford Brookes University has decided that Sound Technology course isn't the right course for me apparently, so they have decided to reject me. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;It was the first day back at school in a couple of weeks today, and for some strange meeting we weren't in until half past 9. Quite an exciting day really, 3 hours of I.T and sexual&amp;nbsp;innuendo with Vicky and Tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics, biology and I.T tomorrow, a good mix I feel, and a chance to get back into the swing of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is God and God is great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-4350284534344763155?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/4350284534344763155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/rejection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/4350284534344763155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/4350284534344763155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/rejection.html' title='Rejection..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-4300452751634553859</id><published>2010-01-03T13:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:00:28.465Z</updated><title type='text'>Howdy..</title><content type='html'>How's everybody doing?&lt;br /&gt;Tis nought but a lazy Sunday afternoon, trying to listen to the&amp;nbsp;incomprehensible&amp;nbsp;whine of Miss L. Allen on NME TV over the incomprehensible whine of my Dad cutting tiles in the kitchen. I've decided to start writing in far more depth on here about things that are actually happening or have happened to me, lets be honest I usually write just rubbish on here.&lt;br /&gt;So let us start with&amp;nbsp;yesterday's trip to the "wonderful" world of Ikea, where a whole host of strange events happened. Firstly, we managed to get lost on the way there, and had to ask for directions, twice! On the plus side I got to see the "delights" of Warrington, which made me feel quite&amp;nbsp;privileged&amp;nbsp;to live in Ellesmere Port.&lt;br /&gt;Once we had finally reached the the world of Ikea, well the car park, Dad decided to nearly run a woman over who was on a zebra crossing, she was probably only 18 or 19. Then as she was walking to her car we passed her again, where a lot of swearing occurred and there was nearly a fight.&lt;br /&gt;After we had parked, and crossed the dangerous roads of the car park, we finally entered the magical world. Where about three quarters of the way round I had one of those weird moments where you notice somebody checking you out just at the instant where they turn their head away. What I find strange is that they are almost always extremely attractive, I think there's some attractive persons code where they just half check out average-looking people, giving them some false hope that one day they may form a relationship with a beautiful person, live happily ever after in a decent sized house and have a sports car.&lt;br /&gt;On the way back from Ikea, we got stuck in traffic, which is always&amp;nbsp;partially&amp;nbsp;fun, for my over-active mind it is anyway. It's fun to see how other people in cars are getting on with their travelling. It's also fun as you can see exactly what's going on in other cars at the time, Mums annoyed with kids, girlfriends annoyed with boyfriends, people asleep, pensioners with new dentures eagerly munching away on a chunk of dairy milk. It's a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Manchester United Vs Leeds United is on, hopefully Old Trafford Explodes and everybody is killed.&lt;br /&gt;Party on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-4300452751634553859?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/4300452751634553859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/howdy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/4300452751634553859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/4300452751634553859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/howdy.html' title='Howdy..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-1479919900499652459</id><published>2010-01-01T22:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:14:55.367Z</updated><title type='text'>How Strange..</title><content type='html'>am I feeling tonight? Very is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;First of all I'd like to say thanks to everybody. I had low, low, low, low expectations coming into this Christmas and certain people have made it quite a good one, so well done, give yourselves a hug or something.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'd like to inform you all of my new opinion that if one looks after those little tiny weeny things that make you happy, then you'll be happy, we all know that. But I'd also like to think that if you keep doing the little things right often enough eventually they will all come together and make a big brilliant ball of stuff. So my plan is to do the little things good and see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't make New Years Resolutions, but I'd love to know what your's is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocks away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-1479919900499652459?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/1479919900499652459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/how-strange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1479919900499652459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1479919900499652459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2010/01/how-strange.html' title='How Strange..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-7199817430755982709</id><published>2009-12-31T17:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:38:26.677Z</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve..</title><content type='html'>is upon us, and therefore it is party time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-7199817430755982709?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/7199817430755982709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/new-years-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7199817430755982709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7199817430755982709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Years Eve..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-2527495732538817168</id><published>2009-12-24T18:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:16:39.425Z</updated><title type='text'>ho ho ho..</title><content type='html'>So, Christmas Eve is upon us, how excited am i? Not very, Christmas has unfortunately become alot of seeing people im not very fond of, buying them things and pretending to be happy at the useless junk they continue to buy me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm off to get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope you all have a very good Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Roll on New Year..Toot toot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-2527495732538817168?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/2527495732538817168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/ho-ho-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2527495732538817168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2527495732538817168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='ho ho ho..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-1041963882524201806</id><published>2009-12-22T15:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:44:17.510Z</updated><title type='text'>So..</title><content type='html'>It's that&amp;nbsp;awkward&amp;nbsp;period between finishing school and Christmas Day where nobody really knows what to do with themselves. Some people go out and do things, others sit in and watch Ready Steady Cook, I'm sadly in the latter group. I can't wait for New Years Eve however my party should be pretty good I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-1041963882524201806?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/1041963882524201806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1041963882524201806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1041963882524201806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/so.html' title='So..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-7725812165065047698</id><published>2009-12-20T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:00:11.397Z</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>I've fixed the laptop, sort of, momentarily, long enough to write this post I hope.&lt;br /&gt;During my short term on this big mass of elements and things I like to think I've learnt many a thing; how to read and how to write and how to speak and how to understand and how to use commas and how to make a cup of tea and how to read people's emotions and how to get dressed and how to feed a baby goat and how to swim and how to multiply and how to take off a bra and how to make my laptop work using a hair clip.&lt;br /&gt;Yet having learnt all these things I still don't think I've learnt to love.&lt;br /&gt;Is that bad? Personally I think nobody can teach you how to love somebody else, and therefore it must be something that you as an individual develop, whether this happens when you meet "the one" or people find out how before then and just use their new found skills when they find "the one" who knows. I also think you might have to have certain other skills before you can learn love, like the right balance of lust, compassion, tolerance and some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;My point is I'm willing to learn pretty much anything, I enjoy learning new things, it's exciting. I guess I'll just have to wait to learn the lesson of love, and to see how it effects my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak soon, yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-7725812165065047698?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/7725812165065047698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/well.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7725812165065047698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7725812165065047698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/well.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-3462968267887310626</id><published>2009-12-16T11:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:17:39.944Z</updated><title type='text'>Why Do..</title><content type='html'>People have the notion that it is&amp;nbsp;inconceivable&amp;nbsp;for me to be unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;And why do people get&amp;nbsp;affronted when I try and be nice and disguise my mood , they throw it back in my face, then expect me to be nice again to them 10 minutes later?&lt;br /&gt;A stiff drink and exercise are required.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-3462968267887310626?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/3462968267887310626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/why-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3462968267887310626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3462968267887310626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/why-do.html' title='Why Do..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-1975746589208908708</id><published>2009-12-15T20:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:46:52.467Z</updated><title type='text'>She Said..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1JoW6nmhfx8"&gt;You're just as boring as every one else.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everybody this fine, if not chilly night?&lt;br /&gt;I've fixed my laptop because I'm just ever so slightly brilliant, speaking of which, I have a new found respect of hair clips.&lt;br /&gt;I may well do a spot of music at my New Year's Eve party now, I think I need the practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, ladies and gentlemen, a poem that I witnessed preached from a square in the fair city of Amsterdam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and there are things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine a world made up only of objects,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a world of idle tools,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a restaurant of nothing but tables and chairs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a large empty theatre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or a deserted plaza in summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They cry out for the service of man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the service of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We call on man to display his splendid capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we observe with undivided attention,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because the little nuances in the quality of his service give a flawless measure of his mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there tell us frankly what his soul is worth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to serve is first to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-1975746589208908708?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/1975746589208908708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/she-said.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1975746589208908708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1975746589208908708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/she-said.html' title='She Said..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-4936300971492677262</id><published>2009-12-14T14:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:28:17.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Today..</title><content type='html'>Has been eventful, Liam and Joe came onto my blog and stole the picture from my very first post and then managed to create a wanted picture with it.&lt;br /&gt;At the weekend I managed to dislocate the old knee again, I wont go into detail but it involved drinking and a washing line.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the shame.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off out with the old gang tonight, none other than McCabe and Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;Should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-4936300971492677262?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/4936300971492677262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/4936300971492677262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/4936300971492677262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/today.html' title='Today..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-2134767261055733353</id><published>2009-12-08T13:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:43:23.397Z</updated><title type='text'>Once Again..</title><content type='html'>I'm in I.T where I should be doing work and I'm not, along with everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;Today my toe has gone all weird and is bleeding all over my sock, which is quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;CEEB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-2134767261055733353?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/2134767261055733353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2134767261055733353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2134767261055733353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/once-again.html' title='Once Again..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-6310914513960728631</id><published>2009-12-07T11:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:26:53.340Z</updated><title type='text'>One Day..</title><content type='html'>We're gonna live, in Paris, I promise. Sorry everybody Joe has just got that song into my head, you can find it&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSdeDJUxF-0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in I.T, therefore I should really be doing my work, but I feel this is more important. Not that it actually is, but I like to think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a bouncy ball called Terry, he had a heart of gold and would often help old ladies across the street and so on. Anyway to cut a long story short, one day he got ran over, luckily however the old lady he was ferrying at the time survived and he's a bouncy ball so obviously he survived, GOOD TIMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent off my LIPA application application form today, I sincerely hope I get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-6310914513960728631?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/6310914513960728631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/one-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6310914513960728631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6310914513960728631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/one-day.html' title='One Day..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-3231351652257509977</id><published>2009-12-06T11:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-06T11:29:20.620Z</updated><title type='text'>hola..</title><content type='html'>How is everybody these days?&lt;br /&gt;It's Grace's birthday today, how fun! Sadly I'm going to miss the party.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I'm a fool, not for the first time either, ahh well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm filling in my LIPA application form today so wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;Team Andy lets go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-3231351652257509977?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/3231351652257509977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/hola.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3231351652257509977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3231351652257509977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/hola.html' title='hola..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-1540843609280747617</id><published>2009-12-01T09:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:56:02.648Z</updated><title type='text'>Hi Again..</title><content type='html'>Well it's early! And cold!&lt;br /&gt;I'm still ill unfortunatley.&lt;br /&gt;Today has a weird sense of urgency and feels quite tense, like Iranian waters.&lt;br /&gt;My mum in her great wisdom doesn't have cover for personal belongings in her house insurance so it looks like the new laptop hope has faded into the abyss, this means no music work, no gigs, no cd for LIPA...&lt;br /&gt;I owe you guys a story so I'll just write a quick one before the lesson ends and I have to attend the itellectual battlefield that is my I.T lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a rough looking kiwi who needed a shave called Tim, he was mates with a banana that complied to stringent E.U guidelines and was the straightest banana known to man, he was in many ways a hero, and if you drew some lines and numbers on him he could be an effective weapon in the measuring world. His name. Of course, was Harold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be upon you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-1540843609280747617?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/1540843609280747617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/hi-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1540843609280747617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/1540843609280747617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/12/hi-again.html' title='Hi Again..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-2038941752077901558</id><published>2009-11-30T14:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:47:22.402Z</updated><title type='text'>Hey..</title><content type='html'>How is everybody doing?&lt;br /&gt;My laptop is well and truly broke, hopefully an insurance claim will sort it out before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sadly ill and a bit worse for wear so I don't fancy writing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quote of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zoey: How do turtles breathe when they live in the sea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alacasam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-2038941752077901558?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/2038941752077901558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/11/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2038941752077901558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/2038941752077901558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/11/hey.html' title='Hey..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-7553828934115756965</id><published>2009-11-28T09:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:30:32.246Z</updated><title type='text'>ARGHHH..</title><content type='html'>So my laptop is broke, hence no super friday story time feature blog. Instead you get this dreary eyed, lying in bed, tying on my phone, saturday morning blog. &lt;br /&gt;Strictly speaking I owe you guys a story but I think you haven't been commenting so you can wait. I don't know what to do today which is a bit rubbish, I may revise, lets be honest I need all the help I can get.&lt;br /&gt;I need a wee.&lt;br /&gt;Speak soonish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-7553828934115756965?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/7553828934115756965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/11/arghhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7553828934115756965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7553828934115756965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/11/arghhh.html' title='ARGHHH..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-7327131360222253445</id><published>2009-11-26T19:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:13:19.949Z</updated><title type='text'>I feel..</title><content type='html'>pretty much generally lost, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;It's an odd feeling to have, it's like I never quite think I should be where ever I am at the time. I'm hoping this will fix itself soon because to be honest it's not all that fun to be a part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's everybody doing tomorrow night? You guessed it I'm doing absolutely nothing, WOO HOO!&lt;br /&gt;I just did some music work, now I have a new CD to send to clubs and stuff. If you would like this CD please send a stamped addressed envelope to 150, Newnham.. I'm joking of course nobody wants that crap. Why do you think I send it to people, I don't even want it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everybody anyway? I've been rather too busy to ask recently, it's been a fairly relentless stream of work I've had to do. So this is me&amp;nbsp;officially&amp;nbsp;asking everybody how they've been surviving the past week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew AWAAYYYYYY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-7327131360222253445?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/7327131360222253445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/11/i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7327131360222253445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/7327131360222253445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/11/i-feel.html' title='I feel..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-6692571056659241171</id><published>2009-11-25T18:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:17:10.179Z</updated><title type='text'>hmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Roll up, roll up. All aboard the boat of show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hows everybody doing today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm actually writing this while in the house by myself for once. There's usually at least one person milling around, but not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;According to some people today *coZOEYugh* I have no friends!&amp;nbsp;Unbelievable&amp;nbsp;I know, I do have friends, just not many, kind of. By the way, today we, well mainly me, decided we are going to try and have a new year's eve party at a hotel in Chester, I think you should all come and make it the best new year's eve ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4PN7Xbexq4"&gt;Beastie Boys - Sabotage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tom: Joe's just come back from finishing Revill off in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-6692571056659241171?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/6692571056659241171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/11/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6692571056659241171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6692571056659241171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/11/hmm.html' title='hmm..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-5407177953609743100</id><published>2009-11-24T20:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:30:53.208Z</updated><title type='text'>Is it me or..</title><content type='html'>are some people just majorly hypocritcal without even actually realising it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't say bad things about people ever, and I know I'm majorly guilty of doing it but 99.99% of the time I'm honestly joking when I do it, even if it may not particularly sound like I am at the time. Some of the people that I've witnessed however, seem to me as if they seriously mean it. We can all say bad things about people but what's the point? If the person has any mental strength at all they won't take it to heart they'll just forget about it 5 minutes later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some new headphones, anybody fancy buying me some for Christmas? Thanks love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I'm staying single for a while, what's the point? There isn't one Andy. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quote of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tom: I have sea noises in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POW! *cloud of smoke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-5407177953609743100?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/5407177953609743100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/11/is-it-me-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/5407177953609743100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/5407177953609743100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/11/is-it-me-or.html' title='Is it me or..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-6392050768217473116</id><published>2009-11-23T20:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:26:45.507Z</updated><title type='text'>Once Again..</title><content type='html'>Today I'm confused, well not confused just in quite a strange mood. I'm listening to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zNxar07_9YA"&gt;Laura Marling - New Romantic&lt;/a&gt;. I'm quite happy in fairness, I have nothing really to be sad about, I'm not dying, I'm not thick, I'm not ugly (much), and I know some fairly amazing people.&lt;br /&gt;Today has gone from shocking childishness ("Crack" jokes"), to just wetness, to a hard durable wood.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the strange position of having the urge to write yet absolutely nothing to write about. Is that still writer's block? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm no closer to satisfying my confusion with women at this precise moment in time. It'll fix itself, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quote of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dad: He's Scottish he won't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-6392050768217473116?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/6392050768217473116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/11/once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6392050768217473116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/6392050768217473116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/11/once-again.html' title='Once Again..'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623870478851275463.post-3423081825338226300</id><published>2009-11-22T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:52:06.970Z</updated><title type='text'>Cocococococonuts!</title><content type='html'>Evening all!&lt;br /&gt;Hows everybody hanging?&lt;br /&gt;Today I've been confused about women, not for the first time, and I'm sure it won't be the last. I know what every woman wants is different and I can usually figure it out. There's some women though that I just don't know what they want, or what they find attractive. Personally I think you can get any girl with the right amount of charm, luck,&amp;nbsp;persistence, attention to detail and effort, so why don't some work out? I have no idea, I guess in this universe you can't win them all. People always ask me how I get girls to like me and I never really know how to answer to be honest. I guess I try and use all the things on the list above, but I never ever rely on looks because personally I don't think I'm very attractive, I'm probably average looking on a good day. However in my experience girls who think looks matter are rarely worth bothering with, they are usually only interested in what they can get out of a relationship. This is the complete wrong attitude and, I admit of probably been guilty of partly thinking that myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note I'm sure there is probably some amazingly perfect and wonderful lady out there waiting for an idiotic, eccentric, average-looking nerd to make her life ever so slightly more fun and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quote of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hihohahehehohihehehohihihwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhehihohahahehehehehahahahohihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hayward out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623870478851275463-3423081825338226300?l=www.stripesgofaster.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/feeds/3423081825338226300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/11/cocococococonuts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3423081825338226300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623870478851275463/posts/default/3423081825338226300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.stripesgofaster.co.uk/2009/11/cocococococonuts.html' title='Cocococococonuts!'/><author><name>Stripes Go Faster!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856782986700492453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JroX-_WLbLQ/TFQpihrpWkI/AAAAAAAAACg/oM1-4V0rQts/S220/39333_284978939998_505809998_1011738_8231041_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
