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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk,2009-11-07:/</id><title>Deep deep blue</title><link rel="self" href="http://deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk/"/><subtitle>Mixed up creative on the edge of reason. Nothing particularly penetrating, just a sounding wall for everything I cant talk to real people about and other stuff</subtitle><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-07T17:34:14+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk,2005-09-16:/2005/09/16/for_phil_and_marg~184963/</id><title>for Phil and Marg</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk/2005/09/16/for_phil_and_marg~184963/"/><author><name>deepdeepblue</name></author><published>2005-09-16T15:41:52+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:43:08+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Couple more for you...&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/deepdeepblue/img/05_36Clash.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/deepdeepblue/img/84_29Clash.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk/2005/09/16/for_phil_and_marg~184963/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk,2005-09-16:/2005/09/16/for_the_clash_fans~184900/</id><title>For the Clash fans...</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk/2005/09/16/for_the_clash_fans~184900/"/><author><name>deepdeepblue</name></author><published>2005-09-16T15:10:18+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:10:18+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/deepdeepblue/img/05_37Clash.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/deepdeepblue/img/84_08Clash.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/deepdeepblue/img/clash.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/deepdeepblue/img/clash_1.jpg" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/deepdeepblue/img/clash_1_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk/2005/09/16/for_the_clash_fans~184900/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk,2005-09-16:/2005/09/16/my_daughter_just_faxed_me_this~184832/</id><title>My daughter just faxed me this...</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk/2005/09/16/my_daughter_just_faxed_me_this~184832/"/><author><name>deepdeepblue</name></author><published>2005-09-16T14:38:30+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T14:38:30+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Haiku - The Horse&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;First at the trough, then the field.&lt;br&gt;
Galloping fast through the scorching desert,&lt;br&gt;
Back to the shade in his stable. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;She's 10 BTW. Jesus she just keep surprising me all the time.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk/2005/09/16/my_daughter_just_faxed_me_this~184832/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk,2005-09-16:/2005/09/16/am_listening_to_this_right_now_then_we_h~184816/</id><title>Am listening to this right now...Then we have more clash</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk/2005/09/16/am_listening_to_this_right_now_then_we_h~184816/"/><author><name>deepdeepblue</name></author><published>2005-09-16T14:28:04+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T14:28:04+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Minstrel Boy&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The Minstrel Boy to the war has gone&lt;br&gt;
In the ranks of death you will find him&lt;br&gt;
His father's sword he hath girded on&lt;br&gt;
And his wild harp slung behind him&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard&lt;br&gt;
"Though all the world betrays thee&lt;br&gt;
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard&lt;br&gt;
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The Minstrel fell, but the foeman's chains&lt;br&gt;
Could not bring this proud soul under&lt;br&gt;
The harp he loved never spoke again&lt;br&gt;
For he tore its chords asunder&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And said, "No chains shall sully thee&lt;br&gt;
Thou soul of love and bravery!&lt;br&gt;
Thy songs were made for the pure and free&lt;br&gt;
And shall never sound in slavery!"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Nuff said...
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk/2005/09/16/am_listening_to_this_right_now_then_we_h~184816/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk,2005-09-16:/2005/09/16/weekender~184774/</id><title>Weekender</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk/2005/09/16/weekender~184774/"/><author><name>deepdeepblue</name></author><published>2005-09-16T13:58:28+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T13:58:28+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;A horrendous week is behind me and a weekend in the country is just a few hours away. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I’ve come to realise how thinly I’m spread on the ground these days. The demands of my business keep me from my family most of the week meaning I get to deal with family stuff over the phone (not the best medium) which can lead to misunderstandings, words taken incorrectly and trying to mediate between my children. It’s not their fault, its nobodies fault; it’s just the way things are for the moment. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;There is some much I cannot talk freely about as its crazy thoughts and plans and what ifs! My heads buzzing like a fridge. I just want to get to my house and forget work. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I have one member of staff who, whilst being a good designer has so many personal issues she’s a walking medical dictionary. She refuses to take responsibility for anything and thinks only of herself, always. She had a bit if a breakdown last year before she joined us and has a problem communicating with her team, clients, well everyone really. I’ve spoken to her a number of times and am at the end of my tether. She also has the habit of practically laying on me after I’ve reprimanded her. She goes from being wrapped up to the eyeballs in clothes to wearing absolutely the bare minimum when she feels threatened and it scares the life out of me. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I’m not particularly on the receiving end of much sexual attention at the moment so whilst I understand I really should fire her ass, I can’t help wanting to shag her ass too. Shit..it so easy just to load it all into this blog and forget about it.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I CAN SHOUT TOO. I WANT SEX, I WANT TO TOUCH SOMEONE AND BE TOUCHED. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Thankfully the country is waiting for me. I’ve got workmen finishing off today (or so they’ve said) so the place should be our own for the weekend. The kids are excited; we’ve found a stable close by to stable our horses whilst we’re waiting for the stable block to be finished so they’ll spend most of the time there. I love seeing them around the horses. If it wasn’t for these weekends I’m sure I’d go mad.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk/2005/09/16/weekender~184774/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk,2005-09-13:/2005/09/13/camden_lock~178632/</id><title>Camden Lock</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk/2005/09/13/camden_lock~178632/"/><author><name>deepdeepblue</name></author><published>2005-09-13T14:14:30+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T14:16:42+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Now I like Camden Lock. The band I've always listened to spent a lot of time around there. Just round the corner from what is now Jongluers is a place that was called Rehearsal Rehearsal where funnily enough they rehearsed in the late 70'. Just over the lock and across the road is what used to be 'The electric ballroom' a venue where the great and the rubbish shared the stage. It's now a flea market but you can still get a sense of the place. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Further along the road to 'The Worlds End' pub. I've spent sooooo much money in that place. It's great for watching the world go by and creature watching. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Anyone know which band I'm talking about?
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk/2005/09/13/camden_lock~178632/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk,2005-09-13:/2005/09/13/why_i_want_to_blog~178582/</id><title>Why I want to Blog?</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://deepdeepblue.blog.co.uk/2005/09/13/why_i_want_to_blog~178582/"/><author><name>deepdeepblue</name></author><published>2005-09-13T13:40:09+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T14:17:31+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Curiosity really. I’ve read a few that are related to my interests and learned a lot about tapping into this great forum for idea sharing and plain speaking, which attracts me a lot. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;You would immediately expect this to be a business related blog but you’d be wrong. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I’m happy to talk about lots of different subject. Politics, religion, sex, fun; you name it I’ll have something to say about it. &lt;/p&gt;
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