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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:gristwood.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/</id><title>Random observations</title><link rel="self" href="http://gristwood.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gristwood.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-09T02:25:01+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:gristwood.blog.co.uk,2006-12-11:/2006/12/11/test_day~1425247/</id><title>Test day</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://gristwood.blog.co.uk/2006/12/11/test_day~1425247/"/><author><name>adamgristwood</name></author><published>2006-12-11T12:56:37+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:56:37+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;This is a test as I am not sure that I want every new-age internet geek reading this. I am currently visiting Stevenage (where my mother lives) and already feeling the need to escape, I am waiting for rain to subside so I can get on the cross-county rumbling train to Cambridge. I feel like I am wasting my time off at the moment, but at the same time sitting around doing nothing is a commodity that is highly underrated. So why have I created a stupid record on-line of my thoughts. Well I want in someways to do battle with the socially deprived freaks who have created blogs in order for them to feel better about their boring, pointless lives - like no one around them who knows them gives a fuck so they are going to go online and tell the world about their sex addictions (nothing worse than a minger with a sex addiciton by the way) or tell the world what music they like (I have to admit that I used to like telling people this, but now I am transfixed by Yes and the Manic Street Preachers there is not that much Kudos in doing this anymore, so I guess this is just my jealous jibe of the day at all you new kids who can listen to 'Razorlight' without feeling sick or enjoy 'The Feeling' without wanting to slam your head through a window and jolt your neck up violently so your head is lying in the road outside). &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Is it me, or are people more attention seeking now than ever before? What happened to speak when you are spoken to? Now random people who you have never met before are trying to ram photos of their achievementless trip to the Inca Trail or their 'lifechanging' trip to downtown Delhi, as if they were Sir Frances Drake himself returning with two carrier bagsful of tobbacco and a host of ancient artifacts. I think that I could rant on forever about all these little things, how man-kind has, on the whole, become so self aware, whilst at the same tome self absorbed (choice!) that we are at risk of being the disease that shuts down the planet (for a while). But that is not the purpose of this online diary (which if it is anything like my hardcopy, then it will only get filled out a couple of times a year anyway).
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