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<rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><default:channel xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" rdf:about="http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/"><title>Life In Colour</title><link>http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><dc:language xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">en-UK</dc:language><admin:generatorAgent xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" rdf:resource="http://www.blog.co.uk"/><sy:updatePeriod xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">8</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><image><title>Life In Colour</title><link>http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/39/4f5064ae50f6521849c18710a5f293_160x200.jpg</url></image><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/03/22/a-month-on-3921220/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/02/11/title~3713198/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/02/11/spring_cleaning_day~3713098/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/02/10/2_1_to_city~3707548/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/02/10/my_first_post~3704702/"/></rdf:Seq></items></default:channel><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/03/22/a-month-on-3921220/"><default:title>A month on...</default:title><default:link>http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/03/22/a-month-on-3921220/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-03-22T16:28:08+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;well, you know how my birthday was going to be one relaxing day?  well, lets just say that plan went the way of most best-made plans and that day began a rollercoaster set of events that have kept me away from my newly created blog ever since.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;through an amazing set of co-incidences that day i acquired a new dog that day.  poor old dog, no-one wanted him or was very nice to him and had labelled him trouble.  a bit like me i suppose!!  all he needed was lots of love and exercise and now he's just the best dog in the world.  i never really 'got' the dog-love thing (ive not been a dog owner before) but oh boy, i'm so bowled over with him it's untrue.  he's a lovely big hairy lively thing and i'm trying to train him to be the best dog ever.  ive always loved the countryside but lacked to motivation to go on my own and even with mr s we didnt get out that much really.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;now ive no choice and come rain or shine you will see me and s (s the dog, not mr s, who is quite lazy really) plodding round the neighbourhood or hot-footing it across the fields and through the woods.  i feel ten years younger (apart from the cold ive managed to acquire).  in the meantime i got offerd a lovely new job that im loving and they love me, so my life is now filled all around with love.  bliss.  and for the first time in years ive got five whole days off work for the bank holiday - i never got time off before cos if i wasnt working for myself as a lap dancer id be working cash in hand at the chippy so never could afford it.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;oh the things that ive missed out on eh?  i always convinced myself i wasnt a nine to five sort of person but when your life has been one big lot of madness for the past god knows how long then surprisingly, im finding it a big really big relief.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;shame mr s cant give up the drugs though hes ben smoking it in the kitchen i can smel it its horrible so im feeling quite angry now so im going to have a shower and go to asda or something before i start an argument.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;happy easter xx
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/03/22/a-month-on-3921220/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>well, you know how my birthday was going to be one relaxing day?  well, lets just say that plan went the way of most best-made plans and that day began a rollercoaster set of events that have kept me away from my newly created blog ever since.</p>
	<p>through an amazing set of co-incidences that day i acquired a new dog that day.  poor old dog, no-one wanted him or was very nice to him and had labelled him trouble.  a bit like me i suppose!!  all he needed was lots of love and exercise and now he's just the best dog in the world.  i never really 'got' the dog-love thing (ive not been a dog owner before) but oh boy, i'm so bowled over with him it's untrue.  he's a lovely big hairy lively thing and i'm trying to train him to be the best dog ever.  ive always loved the countryside but lacked to motivation to go on my own and even with mr s we didnt get out that much really.  </p>
	<p>now ive no choice and come rain or shine you will see me and s (s the dog, not mr s, who is quite lazy really) plodding round the neighbourhood or hot-footing it across the fields and through the woods.  i feel ten years younger (apart from the cold ive managed to acquire).  in the meantime i got offerd a lovely new job that im loving and they love me, so my life is now filled all around with love.  bliss.  and for the first time in years ive got five whole days off work for the bank holiday - i never got time off before cos if i wasnt working for myself as a lap dancer id be working cash in hand at the chippy so never could afford it.  </p>
	<p>oh the things that ive missed out on eh?  i always convinced myself i wasnt a nine to five sort of person but when your life has been one big lot of madness for the past god knows how long then surprisingly, im finding it a big really big relief.</p>
	<p>shame mr s cant give up the drugs though hes ben smoking it in the kitchen i can smel it its horrible so im feeling quite angry now so im going to have a shower and go to asda or something before i start an argument.</p>
	<p>happy easter xx
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/02/11/title~3713198/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><img src="http://data3.blog.de/media/144/2338144_38faa2a567_s.jpeg" alt="Sunset on 10th January" vspace="5" hspace="5">
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<p> <small> <a href="http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/02/11/title~3713198/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/02/11/spring_cleaning_day~3713098/"><default:title>Spring cleaning day</default:title><default:link>http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/02/11/spring_cleaning_day~3713098/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-02-11T20:16:23+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Oh lordy!  I've got two people reading me now - better try to write something interesting!!  Hello people out there &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Had great fun at the chippy today deriding one of the regulars over yesterdays match result.  hey - it's not often Manchester United lose and when they lost to us it's a perfect opportunity to wipe the smug grins of some dirty reds off their overconfident faces.  In the nicest possible way, of course.  I've developed a talent for being able to get away with saying harsh things and getting away with it - it's the cheeky grin I think, along with the innocent demeanour that I'm sooo lucky to present.  I've had a couple of sticky situations with people lacking in the humour gene but luckily I'm quick enough with the banter to diffuse most potentially unpleasant incidents.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Mr S had overslept today and called in sick for work, a fact which was slightly annoying on two levels, the first being that he has lost so many jobs though getting stoned the night before and oversleeping, and the second and most important, being that I was planning a nice spring clean in preparation for my birthday tomorrow. But I'm an adaptable kind of a being so I left him with the job of window cleaning to keep him busy while I was out at work.  Or should I say, window smearing, but I won't harp on about that.  I'm a bit of a clean freak and I wanted things nice for my day tomorrow (one score year and fifteen, ouch! (yes, I have been a bit creating on my profile)).  I can't relax unless everything is clean and neat and tomorrow I just want to do nothing.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I will sleep in until I wake naturally and stay in my pyjamas all glorious day.  Bliss!  Followed by a nice hot bath and a massage that I've booked for 6.30.  That thought makes me a special kind of lazy-snuggly happy.     My perfect day.  I'm not sure what one is supposed to do on birthdays if one has given up taking alcohol and drugs but I'm naturally an unsociable creature and being all alone is treat enough for me.  I've done the party lifestyle and after twenty years or so it all becomes a bit tedious.  The venues have the same feel and I've met so many people in my life that nobody I meet is completely unique to me now. Particularly in that scene - I'm sure that there is someone out there that could surprise me but the clubbing scene seems to host a limited number of personalities and I've met them all.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I suppose that's what I set out do do in life - I had a very isolated childhood so as soon as I could I hit the world with storm.  I've been here there and everywhere and spoken to thousands of people.  Someone once said to me that there is no such thing as a unique thought and I have definitely proven that to myself.  I should have studied psychology (I probably would if I could afford it) because I have an almost voyeuristic curiosity about people.  That sounds a little odd for an antisocial cow like me but it's a good balance I think - an antisocial socialite, an introverted extrovert!  I am good with people, whoever they are and have a talent for getting into peoples heads, they trust me and tell me things, let me look into their lives.  And in turn I've lived many lives, I've dipped in and out, testing and tasting but never really settling. I'm not even settled now.  Happy enough for now but the story's not ended yet.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Right - the washing machine's finished so I'm going to put another load in and have a cup of tea in front of Emmerdale.  Au revoir xx&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/02/11/spring_cleaning_day~3713098/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Oh lordy!  I've got two people reading me now - better try to write something interesting!!  Hello people out there <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0">.</p>
	<p>Had great fun at the chippy today deriding one of the regulars over yesterdays match result.  hey - it's not often Manchester United lose and when they lost to us it's a perfect opportunity to wipe the smug grins of some dirty reds off their overconfident faces.  In the nicest possible way, of course.  I've developed a talent for being able to get away with saying harsh things and getting away with it - it's the cheeky grin I think, along with the innocent demeanour that I'm sooo lucky to present.  I've had a couple of sticky situations with people lacking in the humour gene but luckily I'm quick enough with the banter to diffuse most potentially unpleasant incidents.</p>
	<p>Mr S had overslept today and called in sick for work, a fact which was slightly annoying on two levels, the first being that he has lost so many jobs though getting stoned the night before and oversleeping, and the second and most important, being that I was planning a nice spring clean in preparation for my birthday tomorrow. But I'm an adaptable kind of a being so I left him with the job of window cleaning to keep him busy while I was out at work.  Or should I say, window smearing, but I won't harp on about that.  I'm a bit of a clean freak and I wanted things nice for my day tomorrow (one score year and fifteen, ouch! (yes, I have been a bit creating on my profile)).  I can't relax unless everything is clean and neat and tomorrow I just want to do nothing.  </p>
	<p>I will sleep in until I wake naturally and stay in my pyjamas all glorious day.  Bliss!  Followed by a nice hot bath and a massage that I've booked for 6.30.  That thought makes me a special kind of lazy-snuggly happy.     My perfect day.  I'm not sure what one is supposed to do on birthdays if one has given up taking alcohol and drugs but I'm naturally an unsociable creature and being all alone is treat enough for me.  I've done the party lifestyle and after twenty years or so it all becomes a bit tedious.  The venues have the same feel and I've met so many people in my life that nobody I meet is completely unique to me now. Particularly in that scene - I'm sure that there is someone out there that could surprise me but the clubbing scene seems to host a limited number of personalities and I've met them all.  </p>
	<p>I suppose that's what I set out do do in life - I had a very isolated childhood so as soon as I could I hit the world with storm.  I've been here there and everywhere and spoken to thousands of people.  Someone once said to me that there is no such thing as a unique thought and I have definitely proven that to myself.  I should have studied psychology (I probably would if I could afford it) because I have an almost voyeuristic curiosity about people.  That sounds a little odd for an antisocial cow like me but it's a good balance I think - an antisocial socialite, an introverted extrovert!  I am good with people, whoever they are and have a talent for getting into peoples heads, they trust me and tell me things, let me look into their lives.  And in turn I've lived many lives, I've dipped in and out, testing and tasting but never really settling. I'm not even settled now.  Happy enough for now but the story's not ended yet.</p>
	<p>Right - the washing machine's finished so I'm going to put another load in and have a cup of tea in front of Emmerdale.  Au revoir xx</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/02/11/spring_cleaning_day~3713098/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/02/10/2_1_to_city~3707548/"><default:title>2-1 to City!!!!!!</default:title><default:link>http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/02/10/2_1_to_city~3707548/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-02-10T18:53:32+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;What a lovely day, the sun has been shining all day, Mr. S is down the pub watching the footy, the sky outside is a beautiful pastel shade of blue (MCFC blue?&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"&gt;) with a warm rosy horizon and wisps of clouds floating like delicate lace ribbons across the skyline of the city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pretty bloody perfect.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's funny, but I&amp;rsquo;ve been off drink, drugs and ciggies since 1st January and am experiencing not only a feeling of clarity in my body but my mind is also frighteningly lucid. Like the jolt that one might feel at the top of a precipice, I get vivid memories of the past, stuff that I suppose I've been ignoring for years.  I thought that I'd maybe write some of them down in this blog in the hope that they might disappear somewhere in the labyrinth that is the internet. Now I have to decide whether to start at the beginning or the end. Or start and the end, then go to the beginning and work my way back.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; I&amp;rsquo;m procrastinating, aren&amp;rsquo;t I? sod it, I feel too happy today to go delving so I'm going to make a nice cup of tea and have a think and put a picture of the sky outside on my page because it is so gorgeous, fiery and passionate, as I am feeling right now xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/02/10/2_1_to_city~3707548/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><span>What a lovely day, the sun has been shining all day, Mr. S is down the pub watching the footy, the sky outside is a beautiful pastel shade of blue (MCFC blue?<img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0">) with a warm rosy horizon and wisps of clouds floating like delicate lace ribbons across the skyline of the city. </span><span>Pretty bloody perfect.</p>
	<p> </span><span>It's funny, but I&rsquo;ve been off drink, drugs and ciggies since 1st January and am experiencing not only a feeling of clarity in my body but my mind is also frighteningly lucid. Like the jolt that one might feel at the top of a precipice, I get vivid memories of the past, stuff that I suppose I've been ignoring for years.  I thought that I'd maybe write some of them down in this blog in the hope that they might disappear somewhere in the labyrinth that is the internet. Now I have to decide whether to start at the beginning or the end. Or start and the end, then go to the beginning and work my way back.</p>
	<p> I&rsquo;m procrastinating, aren&rsquo;t I? sod it, I feel too happy today to go delving so I'm going to make a nice cup of tea and have a think and put a picture of the sky outside on my page because it is so gorgeous, fiery and passionate, as I am feeling right now xx</span></p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/02/10/2_1_to_city~3707548/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/02/10/my_first_post~3704702/"><default:title>My First Post</default:title><default:link>http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/02/10/my_first_post~3704702/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-02-10T01:04:32+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Grandma, this is for you.  All my life you and other people have been saying that i should put pen to paper so i'm making this my trial run.  Maybe somewhere along the way it'll explain how a highly educated, fairly articulate and (it has been said, though i still can't see it myself particularly) good looking chick ended up living on a council estate and working in a chip shop.  Not that there is anything wrong with either of those things but if you took a snapshot view of me then you might expect differently. i am often told that i am capable of more, but if you could see inside my head, know the things that i know, well, maybe we can go into this later on in the story.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;anyway, just a quickie here to say hello to my blog and make the first move, so to speak.  ive got a lot of words that need to be written and a lot of sotries to be told but now is not the right time.  so, adios, anyone that might be reading (do people really read other people's blogs??)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;till the next time................&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://lifeincolour.blog.co.uk/2008/02/10/my_first_post~3704702/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Grandma, this is for you.  All my life you and other people have been saying that i should put pen to paper so i'm making this my trial run.  Maybe somewhere along the way it'll explain how a highly educated, fairly articulate and (it has been said, though i still can't see it myself particularly) good looking chick ended up living on a council estate and working in a chip shop.  Not that there is anything wrong with either of those things but if you took a snapshot view of me then you might expect differently. i am often told that i am capable of more, but if you could see inside my head, know the things that i know, well, maybe we can go into this later on in the story.</p>
	<p>anyway, just a quickie here to say hello to my blog and make the first move, so to speak.  ive got a lot of words that need to be written and a lot of sotries to be told but now is not the right time.  so, adios, anyone that might be reading (do people really read other people's blogs??)</p>
	<p>till the next time................</p>
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