<?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-6211160</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:55:48.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness for the masses</title><subtitle type='html'>The weird, wonderful and often disturbing ramblings of someone who should have been locked up a long time ago.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-111057271406902312</id><published>2005-03-11T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-11T20:29:49.240Z</updated><title type='text'>Lappy</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:Oh look, this hotwater bottle is ribbed!-Me, while in Boots with Chrissy.Anyway, it has been awhile since I last updated. No real reason for it, lack of things to write, business. The usual stuff. Anyway, I'm coming out you loud and proud from my laptop which I have just connected to the internet. I'd forgotten how slow 56k is. Anyway, while I was setting it up I was getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/111057271406902312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=111057271406902312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/111057271406902312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/111057271406902312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2005/03/lappy.html' title='Lappy'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-110699716983943132</id><published>2005-01-29T10:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-29T11:12:49.840Z</updated><title type='text'>Are We Alone?</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say "I WANT TO SEE THE MANAGER."-Willliam S. BurroughsAs a species, man is lonely. Why else would we constantly create fantasy stories? It is quite a scary thought that in the huge vasteness of the universe, (which contains everything and nothing, but there is very little everything and more nothing than you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/110699716983943132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=110699716983943132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110699716983943132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110699716983943132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2005/01/are-we-alone.html' title='Are We Alone?'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-110600706780795083</id><published>2005-01-17T23:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-18T00:11:07.806Z</updated><title type='text'>I Have Too Much Time on my Hands</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:It's true, I'm a Rageaholic.....I just can't live without Rageahol!-Homer SimpsonIt's true... I've just realised how much spare time I have... Either that or I waste my time doing meaningless things instead of college work. For example; after watching Bill Bailey: Part Troll I decided to read some reviews, simply to find out if critics really do comment on his appearance. </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.bored.com' title='I Have Too Much Time on my Hands'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/110600706780795083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=110600706780795083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110600706780795083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110600706780795083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-have-too-much-time-on-my-hands.html' title='I Have Too Much Time on my Hands'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-110598314174083100</id><published>2005-01-17T17:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-17T17:37:22.526Z</updated><title type='text'>Evil Jeeves!</title><summary type='text'>I always knew he was too good to be true... Hehe I love paint </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/110598314174083100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=110598314174083100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110598314174083100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110598314174083100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2005/01/evil-jeeves.html' title='Evil Jeeves!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-110566281401996868</id><published>2005-01-14T00:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-14T00:36:20.506Z</updated><title type='text'>How to Argue With Females</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day: The best way to win an argument is to begin by being right- William Ruckelshaus.The Allied Invasion. The Trojan Horse. The Divine Plan. The following strategy puts them all to shame because it defines how to finally defeat the great beast of society: women.Arguing with girls, like yoga, is a meaningless and inane exercise. A lot of guys hate doing it, most notably because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/110566281401996868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=110566281401996868' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110566281401996868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110566281401996868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-to-argue-with-females.html' title='How to Argue With Females'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-110566175270054615</id><published>2005-01-13T23:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-14T00:20:59.656Z</updated><title type='text'>Words of wisdom from the immortal Swiss Tony</title><summary type='text'>MAKING COFFEE: Making a cup of coffee is like making love to a beautiful woman. It's got to be hot. You've got to take your time. You've got to stir... gently and firmly. You've got to grind your beans until they squeak. And then you put in the milk.LAYING A CARPET: Laying a carpet is... very much like making love to a beautiful woman. You check the dimensions, lay her out on the floor, pin her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/110566175270054615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=110566175270054615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110566175270054615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110566175270054615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2005/01/words-of-wisdom-from-immortal-swiss.html' title='Words of wisdom from the immortal Swiss Tony'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-110548428042576693</id><published>2005-01-11T22:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-12T11:33:33.990Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas/New Years Fun Time Post</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:Customer: Those books, how much? Bernard: Hmm? Customer: Those books. Leather-bound ones. Bernard: Yes, Dickens. The collective works of Charles Dickens. Customer: They real leather? Bernard: They're real Dickens. Customer: I have to know if they're real leather because they have to go with a sofa. Everything else in my house is real. I'll give you two hundred for them. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/110548428042576693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=110548428042576693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110548428042576693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110548428042576693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2005/01/christmasnew-years-fun-time-post.html' title='Christmas/New Years Fun Time Post'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-110339239625859626</id><published>2004-12-18T17:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-18T17:53:16.256Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Part of my Christmas tree (as promised). Look at its blurry glory, curse you crappy cheapo webcam! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/110339239625859626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=110339239625859626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110339239625859626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110339239625859626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/12/part-of-my-christmas-tree-as-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-110339110155982696</id><published>2004-12-18T17:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-18T17:49:54.400Z</updated><title type='text'>Schooools out for... Uh... Christmas</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day: If we were gay me and Paul would definitely be a couple-King Ba (while sitting on my lap yesterday(I was scared))Well despite the fact I don't go to school the title tells the truth. The last day of college was yesterday and I don't go back untill January, WOOP! On the negative side 2 weeks after I go back there are exams, BOOOOO HISSSSS!Enjoy:This was drawn by King Ba and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/110339110155982696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=110339110155982696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110339110155982696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110339110155982696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/12/schooools-out-for-uh-christmas.html' title='Schooools out for... Uh... Christmas'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-110304565057199049</id><published>2004-12-14T22:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-15T00:45:38.226Z</updated><title type='text'>Analysing Things is Fun!</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits.-Albert Einstein.As some people have decided to be very mature about the situation... Guess what kiddies? I can 'analyse' things too!What the fuck is 'Woop'?Intelligent title as ever, the swearing makes it good!!!!!!!!Regular viewers of this weblog will know that I recently made an entry regarding </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/110304565057199049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=110304565057199049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110304565057199049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110304565057199049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/12/analysing-things-is-fun.html' title='Analysing Things is Fun!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-110253811579208766</id><published>2004-12-08T20:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-08T20:35:15.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Boink</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:America is the only country that went from barbarism to decadence without civilization in between.- Oscar Wilde.It always amazes me just how profound most famous quotes are, although I guess that is the reason that they are quoted. But it makes me sad to think that all the eloquence has gone out of the English language. I don't really understand why this is. I expect it has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/110253811579208766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=110253811579208766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110253811579208766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/110253811579208766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/12/boink.html' title='Boink'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-109994821216540779</id><published>2004-11-29T20:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-29T20:25:11.763Z</updated><title type='text'>Woop!</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:I contend that we are both atheists. I just believe in one fewer god than you do. When you understand why you dismiss all the other possible gods, you will understand why I dismiss yours.-Sir Stephen Henry Roberts.Zoiks! (Shaggy Moment there, I appologise) But can it really be that long since my last post? Good God* I'm a lazy git. Anyway its not that much of a tragedy as no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/109994821216540779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=109994821216540779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109994821216540779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109994821216540779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/11/woop.html' title='Woop!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-109922375295078541</id><published>2004-10-31T11:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-31T11:57:31.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:Last Halloween was great! I shot 6 of those little trick of treating buggers with my paintball gun.-TimGood God an update! I appologise for the lack of updates recently and... well ever for that matter. But I've been very busy, what with lots of homework to be doing, universitys to be applying to, GTA to be playing and Chrissy to be seeing. On top of all this I just haven't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/109922375295078541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=109922375295078541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109922375295078541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109922375295078541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-109718640818264883</id><published>2004-10-07T22:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T23:01:37.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:There is no reason anyone would want a computer in their home.-Ken Olson, president, chairman and founder of Digital Equipment Corp., 1977 Technology seems to have forsaken me this week. First the simcard on my phone decides to give up on me and then my computer monitor dies on me. Curse you technology! Ah well, at least I have a new monitor now and my replacement simcard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/109718640818264883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=109718640818264883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109718640818264883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109718640818264883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/10/technology.html' title='Technology'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-109639626372134899</id><published>2004-09-28T19:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T19:34:39.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today... Being the Day Before Tomorrow</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:The imaginary friends I had as a kid dropped me because their friends thought I didn't exist.-Aaron Machado Today has been a purrrty good day all in all. I got a lift with Morro to college which was good, because yesterdy he couldn't give me a lift and getting up early (6:30) makes me a sad panda. So yes, twas indeed a merrily car journey, especially as Kiss 100 and Classical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/109639626372134899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=109639626372134899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109639626372134899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109639626372134899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/09/today-being-day-before-tomorrow.html' title='Today... Being the Day Before Tomorrow'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-109613067310452668</id><published>2004-09-25T17:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T17:48:29.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:If all the students who slept through lectures were laid end to end, they'd all be a lot more comfortable.I've been back at college for two weeks now, woo. I guess it isn't so bad except because the college feel it was a good idea to mix every single class up in every single subject I don't really know many people in my lessons. This wouldn't be so bad if I could be bothered to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/109613067310452668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=109613067310452668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109613067310452668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109613067310452668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/09/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-109499473178226095</id><published>2004-09-12T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T14:12:11.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Baney</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:I just grabbed a couple pretzels and sat down at the computer... I bit in to one and realized that not only was it stale, but I wasn't really all that hungry to begin with. But I was too lazy to get up and toss them in the trash, so I ate them anyway... I wonder just how many of the Seven Deadly Sins that qualifies me for...I don't actually know what Baney is but I want one. </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.baney.co.uk/index.htm' title='Baney'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/109499473178226095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=109499473178226095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109499473178226095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109499473178226095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/09/baney.html' title='Baney'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-109475010895696140</id><published>2004-09-09T17:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:15:08.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A weee bit peed off</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:I used to be `with it.' But then they changed what `it' was. Now what I'm `with' isn't `it' and what's `it' seems weird and scary to me. It'll happen to you. -Grandapa Simpson.Once again blogger has messed up my template. Bah this is the 2nd time in about as many months. So yes, I am just a little bit annoyed at that. I sent an email to blogger tech support asking about it </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.irritated.co.uk' title='A weee bit peed off'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/109475010895696140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=109475010895696140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109475010895696140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109475010895696140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/09/weee-bit-peed-off.html' title='A weee bit peed off'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-109448807758449313</id><published>2004-09-06T17:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T16:26:53.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peer to Peer Networking</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day: {|silicon} there's an entire website{|silicon} dedicated to 'buttered cats'{qui} wtf?{qui} people who create that kind of site should be executed* |silicon nods{ducklord} 1. Cats always land on their feet{ducklord} 2. Toast always falls butter side down.{ducklord} I did that experiment for my school newspaper{|silicon} if you tape toast to a cats back{|silicon} you'll</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.boredatwork.com' title='Peer to Peer Networking'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/109448807758449313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=109448807758449313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109448807758449313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109448807758449313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/09/peer-to-peer-networking.html' title='Peer to Peer Networking'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-109441332152262297</id><published>2004-09-05T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T21:04:05.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the World Coming to?</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:I just read a report that stated that last year 4,153,237 people got married. I don’t want to start any trouble, but shouldn’t that be an even number?Bah, what is the world coming to when antispyware programmes start using spyware to advertise themselves? I keep getting these banners pop up saying 'Your computer might be infected with spyware, click here to scan now'. I BLOODY </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.ubersite.com' title='What is the World Coming to?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/109441332152262297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=109441332152262297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109441332152262297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109441332152262297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-is-world-coming-to.html' title='What is the World Coming to?'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-109431083099515090</id><published>2004-09-04T16:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T16:14:24.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I worry About my Friends Sometimes...</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day: my mum started using msn the other day, and now i think she's trying to be "hip-hop and cool fresh jive yo" cause i walked into the house this morning, and she literally said "lol" to me ... I'm so sorry.This is taken from my MSN chat logs:[16:35:28] The Christia: alright paul gasgoine[16:35:30] The Christia: hows it going[16:35:42] Paul - I Did: pretty good thank </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.msgplus.net' title='I worry About my Friends Sometimes...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/109431083099515090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=109431083099515090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109431083099515090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109431083099515090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-worry-about-my-friends-sometimes.html' title='I worry About my Friends Sometimes...'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-109398911319090455</id><published>2004-08-31T23:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T23:06:51.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Test Fun Time</title><summary type='text'>Well as the picture below shows, I did indeed pass my theory test. 33/35 on the multiple choice and 58/75 on the hazzard perception. 30 and 44, are the pass marks, respectivly.One step toward being another nutter on the road, I do indeed rule. Anyway, the test was better then I thought. Although I was slightly confused when I turned up because the reception area was tucked behind a wall, </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.venisproductions.com/games/drivers_ed/drivers_ed.html' title='Driving Test Fun Time'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/109398911319090455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=109398911319090455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109398911319090455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109398911319090455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/08/driving-test-fun-time.html' title='Driving Test Fun Time'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-109389456205553176</id><published>2004-08-30T20:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T20:36:02.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars Cars Cars</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:Buckle up... it makes it harder for the aliens to suck you out of your car-Bumper Sticker.Tomorrow I get to take my driving theory test. It really is a bit of a joke, when you're driving I think experience and practical skill mean a whole lot more then knowing what the legal depth of your tire tread half its breadth is. All I have been doing to prepare for it is doing mock </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.eyezmaze.com/' title='Cars Cars Cars'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/109389456205553176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=109389456205553176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109389456205553176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109389456205553176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/08/cars-cars-cars.html' title='Cars Cars Cars'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-109344871320599344</id><published>2004-08-25T16:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T16:45:13.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrissy</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:Love is an irresistible desire to be desired irresistably.-Robert Frost.Chrissy is my girlfriend, and has been for almost 3 years now. I don't think I mention her enough in my posts so I decided she deserved a post all to herself. I think the reason that I don't mention her is because I am too busy ranting on about something, and she doesn't deserve to be associated with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/109344871320599344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=109344871320599344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109344871320599344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109344871320599344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/08/chrissy.html' title='Chrissy'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-109329723960932075</id><published>2004-08-23T22:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T22:40:39.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:My school days were the happiest days of my life; which should give you some indication of the misery I've endured over the past twenty-five years.-Paul Merton.Thursday the 19th The day I had been dreading... RESULTS DAY! My college is quite a way from where I live, so a friend of mine offered to give me a lift, which was good because it gave me a chance to joke around and </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.godalming.ac.uk/' title='Results'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/109329723960932075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=109329723960932075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109329723960932075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109329723960932075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/08/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-109206018994478981</id><published>2004-08-10T03:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T15:03:09.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Interweb</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:The Internet is so big, so powerful and pointless that for some people it is a complete substitute for life.-Rolypolygod the internet is fucked up, i type in dummy in google images (safe search on) and i get a pic of a woman with a dummy in her special place :/-Murray_Hyou know the internet is screwed when you search for "exe.exe" on google and come up with porn-WillH</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/109206018994478981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=109206018994478981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109206018994478981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109206018994478981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/08/interweb.html' title='The Interweb'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-109200050424526308</id><published>2004-08-08T22:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T22:28:24.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo Pool Saga 2</title><summary type='text'>This is taken from an MSN chat log with mr daily unnamed, the saga continues...Paul - I'm t: = MeHow'd you ki: = Daily unnamed[22:09:06] How'd you ki: remember our yahoo escapade?[22:09:14] Paul - I'm t: I do, I do lo[22:09:15] Paul - I'm t: l[22:09:18] How'd you ki: lol[22:09:25] How'd you ki: well theres a second installment :-O[22:10:02] Paul - I'm t: :-O really?[22:10:08] How'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/109200050424526308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=109200050424526308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109200050424526308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109200050424526308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/08/yahoo-pool-saga-2.html' title='Yahoo Pool Saga 2'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-109199988025646514</id><published>2004-08-08T22:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T22:24:09.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yahoo Pool Saga</title><summary type='text'>This is taken from a chat log from a game of yahoo pool. I am jeevesthebuttler and my friend is mr daily unnamed, but I have no idea who the belfastbabe is. I was added to the table to rescue my mate as the old tart was attempting to cyber with him. She left left soon after I joined, couldn't possibly tell you why though. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/109199988025646514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=109199988025646514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109199988025646514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109199988025646514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/08/yahoo-pool-saga.html' title='The Yahoo Pool Saga'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-1091999334789093</id><published>2004-08-08T22:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T22:08:54.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Clock</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day: When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun.Thanks to deathclock.com you can now watch my life slowly drain away, right here. Cheery!</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.rocketsnail.com/chat/penguin/' title='Death Clock'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/1091999334789093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=1091999334789093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/1091999334789093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/1091999334789093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/08/death-clock.html' title='Death Clock'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-109062332664927770</id><published>2004-07-23T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T23:55:26.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Update</title><summary type='text'>If you want to know what Dendrophilia means then click Here. Also here are some thingys that I have discovered, they should keep you amused for awhile. Your Homicidal Rampage! by crash_and_burnYour name:Weapon of Choice:HandgunYour Favorite Target:Retail workersYour Kill Count:1,863,544,705Your Battle Cry:"My kidneys tingle with pleasure!"Years You Spend in Jail:50How Much Money In Damages </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.snackfoam.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/' title='Random Update'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/109062332664927770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=109062332664927770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109062332664927770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109062332664927770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/07/random-update.html' title='Random Update'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-109061248166435812</id><published>2004-07-23T20:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T20:54:41.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times!</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:  I always look skint. When I buy a Big Issue, people take it out of my hand and give me a pound.- Billy ConnollyJust when I was getting used to everything Blogger go and change everything again. Bah! Probably my fault for not updating in 20billion years and so not noticing everything has changed untill now, but we won't be pointing that out will we? Good. Anyway, it is now </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.nordinho.com/' title='Fun Times!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/109061248166435812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=109061248166435812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109061248166435812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/109061248166435812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/07/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108947645863314123</id><published>2004-07-10T17:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T17:21:10.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Holidays</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day: Never pick a fight with an ugly person, they've got nothing to lose.-Robin Williams. Ah yet again I have neglected this thing. I guess I have been busy, but really that is a lie. College finished yesterday and I have been doing bugger all at college for the past 2/3 weeks anyway. In media we have been making a music video for One Week by the Barenaked Ladies. Which was </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.xombified.com/main.html' title='Summer Holidays'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108947645863314123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108947645863314123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108947645863314123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108947645863314123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/07/summer-holidays.html' title='Summer Holidays'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108819826263711058</id><published>2004-06-25T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T22:18:15.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day: If all the world's a stage, I want to operate the trap door.-Paul Beatty.Right, well I haven't really posted much about what has been going on in my life recently, mainly because it really wouldn't make interesting reading. But I might as well keep you CRAZY kids up to speed. I finished my A/S level exams a few weeks ago, don't ask me how they went because I've forgotten them</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.ubersite.com/' title='My Life'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108819826263711058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108819826263711058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108819826263711058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108819826263711058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108782831134046321</id><published>2004-06-21T15:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T15:31:51.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah!</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:  Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.-Albert EinsteinOn a certain forum that I visit I have to put up with such idiots.Idiot number 1:I've have really had enough of u now Idioticgenius, I thanks the dictionary atleast that made me laugh, I think u are serousily perfetic and I really do not like u so quit it with</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.oldeenglish.org/' title='Bah!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108782831134046321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108782831134046321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108782831134046321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108782831134046321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/06/bah.html' title='Bah!'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108662734347737378</id><published>2004-06-07T17:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T18:41:27.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gallery</title><summary type='text'>I now have a wonderous gallery, the idea behind this is so you can see some of the people I mention in my posts. The 4 most recent pictures and a link to my gallery are now shown on the right just before the tag-board. Enjoy!Oh and is it wrong to think that Puss in Boots will be the best thing about Shrek 2?Hehehe look at him he looks so funny and cute.Ahem.... YES-I-AM-MANLY... </summary><link rel='related' href='http://thelump.buzznet.com' title='Gallery'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108662734347737378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108662734347737378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108662734347737378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108662734347737378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/06/gallery.html' title='Gallery'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108662319820201797</id><published>2004-06-07T15:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T14:13:37.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Have fun With Stupid Kids 101</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day: The more potential a food has for stains the greater the coverage area when it is hurled by a child.- One of Murphy's Laws on Children. Sorry for the lack of updates recently, I have been busy with revision, exams aren't fun.It is a well documented fact that children are inherently stupid. Now rather then getting annoyed with their inability to do anything I will help you </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.footballbadgers.com' title='How to Have fun With Stupid Kids 101'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108662319820201797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108662319820201797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108662319820201797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108662319820201797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/06/how-to-have-fun-with-stupid-kids-101.html' title='How to Have fun With Stupid Kids 101'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108575810026476247</id><published>2004-05-28T16:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T16:29:17.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Story</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day: The dumber people think you are, the more surprised they're going to be when you kill them.-William ClaytonWell I started writing another story recently. I am not happy with it yet, but thought I'd post the beginning of it here anyway. It will fill some space, and maybe disguise the fact that this isn't a really post. Survival in a Haunted House (working title)Sidney </summary><link rel='related' href='http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/elfwood.pike' title='New Story'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108575810026476247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108575810026476247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108575810026476247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108575810026476247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/05/new-story.html' title='New Story'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108548766193807517</id><published>2004-05-25T12:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T13:21:01.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day: Anybody who sees and paints a sky green and pastures blue ought to be sterilized.-Adolf HitlerI found this in the paper today and thought I would scan it in so I could share it with you. Apparently these 3 have become 'sex symbols' because they have been in the Harry Potter films. WHAT THE HELL? Look at them, they all look like women, the actor who plays Harry Potter seems to</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/' title='Harry Potter'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108548766193807517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108548766193807517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108548766193807517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108548766193807517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/05/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108522673690583565</id><published>2004-05-22T12:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T12:55:11.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Troy Review</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day: Money couldn't buy you friends, but you get a better class of enemy. - Spike MilliganYesterday I found myself going to see 'Troy' with a group of friends, this gave me a great opportunity to press my opinions on to the 3 people that actually read this garbage.This is what the Official Site had to say about it:Throughout time, men have waged war. Some for power, some for </summary><link rel='related' href='http://hkkk.fi/~laari/lodger/lodger.html' title='Troy Review'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108522673690583565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108522673690583565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108522673690583565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108522673690583565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/05/troy-review.html' title='Troy Review'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108507311799084884</id><published>2004-05-20T18:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T18:31:55.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TV</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day: My philosophy, like colour television, is all there in black and white.- Monty PythonEveryone loves Takeshi's Castle. Especially Ladies Favourite, General Lee: He is teh Sexor!But it isn't all good, there is also a lot of crap on TV as well. Adverts are a prime example of this, I was trying to watch Scarface last night but every 15 minutes there was an advert break, bah, </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.disappointment.com/' title='TV'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108507311799084884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108507311799084884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108507311799084884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108507311799084884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/05/tv.html' title='TV'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108487793755858484</id><published>2004-05-18T11:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T11:58:57.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the day: Its a popular fact that 90% of the brain is not used and, like most popular facts, it is wrong. Not even the most stupid Creator would go to the trouble of making the human head carry around several pounds of unnecessary grey goo if its only real purpose was, eg, to serve as a delicacy for certain remote tribesmen in unexplored valleys, it is used. One of its functions is to </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.legendaryfrog.com' title='Exams'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108487793755858484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108487793755858484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108487793755858484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108487793755858484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/05/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108455058128037960</id><published>2004-05-14T16:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T17:06:34.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><summary type='text'>Quote of the day: Given that God is infinite, and that the universe is also infinite, would you like a toasted tea-cake?I have been driving since February, and I think it is going very well. However, in my opinion, it is one of the hardest things you will ever have to learn to do. I think this is because as man was evolving we were built to walk, run, jump and swim, not drive around in tin cans</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.reddwarf.co.uk' title='Driving'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108455058128037960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108455058128037960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108455058128037960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108455058128037960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/05/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108447864575455388</id><published>2004-05-13T20:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T21:04:05.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Junkmail</title><summary type='text'>Well I signed on to MSN (evil, lifeless corporation) messenger, as you do when there is not much else going on, and I'll be stuffed if I'm doing history revision. Then DING! Ohhh new mail, now it is defiantly going to be from someone on my contacts list because anyone who is not, their mail goes directly into my junkmail. The reason for this being because I get from anywhere between 10 and 100 </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.maddox.xmission.com/26_things.html' title='Junkmail'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108447864575455388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108447864575455388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108447864575455388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108447864575455388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/05/junkmail.html' title='Junkmail'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108447332519491088</id><published>2004-05-13T19:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T19:35:25.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness for the Masses Forum</title><summary type='text'>Yes I have jumped on the forum bandwagon and made my very own. So the Randomness for the Masses Forum is up and running. I know it will be the most empty forum ever, but hey.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://thelump.conforums.com' title='Randomness for the Masses Forum'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108447332519491088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108447332519491088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108447332519491088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108447332519491088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/05/randomness-for-masses-forum.html' title='Randomness for the Masses Forum'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108422751764578376</id><published>2004-05-10T23:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T23:24:07.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>IRC</title><summary type='text'>To quell my boredom I sometimes go on IRC:IRC stands for "Internet Relay Chat". It was originally written by Jarkko Oikarinen in 1988. Since starting in Finland, it has been used in over 60 countries around the world. IRC is a multi-user chat system, where people meet on "channels" (rooms, virtual places, usually with a certain topic of conversation) to talk in groups, or privately. There is no</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.chavscum.co.uk' title='IRC'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108422751764578376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108422751764578376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108422751764578376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108422751764578376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/05/irc.html' title='IRC'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108419417129025060</id><published>2004-05-10T13:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T14:16:40.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Scared and Confused</title><summary type='text'>Well blogger in all its wisdom has decided to change the format of posting and such, this scares me because like most people I hate change. I have been shivering on the floor in a gibbering wreck for the past half an hour because I logged on to post about my trivial life and was hit with something completely unknown. But on the plus side I can now (hopefully) add interesting links to each post (</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.suburbia-fears.moonfruit.com' title='I&apos;m Scared and Confused'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108419417129025060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108419417129025060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108419417129025060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108419417129025060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/05/im-scared-and-confused.html' title='I&apos;m Scared and Confused'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108378211943032688</id><published>2004-05-05T19:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T19:39:44.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dear, The Diagnosis Isn't Good</title><summary type='text'>Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me withPaul Turner's LurgyCause:excessive Internet usageSymptoms:smiling, speaking in tongues, neck shorteningCure:take two paracetamol a day until it goes awayEnter your name, for your own diagnosis:Damn my immune system, hmmm lets see what my friends are suffering from:It's just as I feared. Ba is suffering fromKing Baosis.Cause: stressSymptoms: euphoria, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108378211943032688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108378211943032688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108378211943032688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108378211943032688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/05/oh-dear-diagnosis-isnt-good.html' title='Oh Dear, The Diagnosis Isn&apos;t Good'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108378097233363866</id><published>2004-05-05T19:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T19:30:04.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parrot Vs Monkey</title><summary type='text'>When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity. Today I shall attempt to answer a question that has plagued Paulkind since the dawn of yesterday: What would make a better pet, a parrot or a monkey?I call this debate, the monkey Vs parrot conundrum. Lets weigh the pros and cons.MonkeyPros</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108378097233363866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108378097233363866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108378097233363866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108378097233363866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/05/parrot-vs-monkey.html' title='Parrot Vs Monkey'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108335918435544607</id><published>2004-04-30T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T22:10:58.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Week Another Update</title><summary type='text'>It has been nearly a week since my last update, damn this blog and its ability to consume words and then demand more MORE MORE! Ahem, here is an interesting quote from Terry Pratchett, a thoroughly decent chap and damn fine author, well worth a read:Small GodsIts a popular fact that 90% of the brain is not used and, like most popular facts, it is wrong. Not even the most stupi Creator would go</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108335918435544607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108335918435544607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108335918435544607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108335918435544607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/04/another-week-another-update.html' title='Another Week Another Update'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108292740846579610</id><published>2004-04-25T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T22:15:35.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Attempt at a Real Update</title><summary type='text'>Well as there has not been a real update in awhile, I shall try my hardest to make this one interesting/entertaining/insightful. But I think we all know it will just end up in my spouting crap... As usual.Anyway, last Thursday I went to this 'higher education convention', sounds fancy doesn't it? Well it basically amounted to ramshackle tables strewn about a oddly smelling hall, and on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108292740846579610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108292740846579610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108292740846579610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108292740846579610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/04/attempt-at-real-update.html' title='Attempt at a Real Update'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108257677692423039</id><published>2004-04-21T20:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T23:21:10.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Empty Post</title><summary type='text'>Yes here we go again, another post about ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!Hmmm where to start... Right I will not be attending Reading Festival this year, mainly because I have very little money, but mostly because 50 cent is playing... Oh dear oh dear, this festival is meant to be for alternative music, where as 50 cent is rap/hiphop. What ever it is, its shite and so should not be at reading at all. What </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108257677692423039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108257677692423039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108257677692423039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108257677692423039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/04/another-empty-post.html' title='Another Empty Post'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108164063340146930</id><published>2004-04-11T00:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T12:34:54.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adverts</title><summary type='text'>Why do most adverts these days suck? For instance on sky 1, EVERY advert break I have some cock telling me that "My entire life converted to chips, and all I have to do is pick a colour." Well stop bloody telling me about it and just pick a colour. Besides it is not as if he is going to lose anything if he doesn't win, the TV rights and interviews will make him a lot more then he is set to lose.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.empiresq.com' title='Adverts'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108164063340146930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108164063340146930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108164063340146930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108164063340146930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/04/adverts.html' title='Adverts'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108106895391688719</id><published>2004-04-04T09:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T10:08:29.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of the Dead</title><summary type='text'>Well it has been a pretty slow weekend so far. I had a driving lesson on Friday, then did revision for most of Saturday, and then things picked up at around 7:30 when I got voice mail from Ba, it went  a little like this:Hi, I was wondering if you'd like to buy some penis.... We have big ones, small ones... Um, ones to fit all sizes really. Well if you do, just ring me back.Ah technology, it </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.rpgworldcomic.com' title='Weekend of the Dead'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108106895391688719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108106895391688719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108106895391688719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108106895391688719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/04/weekend-of-dead.html' title='Weekend of the Dead'/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-108068222907157592</id><published>2004-03-30T22:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T22:44:34.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YET ANOTHER SUBSTANDARD POST-Yes, I have decided to start each one with a title now.Well there have not been any updates recently as not much has been going on and I have felt decidedly uninspired... Or tired... Well anyway, here is one, woo!I was watching Ghostbusters 2 the other day, I forget when, all the days seem to roll into one recently. Anyway it is a classic film and is worth a look</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/108068222907157592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=108068222907157592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108068222907157592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/108068222907157592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/03/yet-another-substandard-post-yes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107991185321077284</id><published>2004-03-21T23:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-21T23:34:16.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM A LAZY GITYes it is official, I am a lazy git. There have not been many real updates recently precisely for this reason. Oh and to the strange person who posted a comment to my last entry, I do not understand Portuguese, but thanks any way heh. Well not much has been happening lately, life has been plodding on. However I actually socialists this weekend O_o shock! I had a 'lads night out',</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107991185321077284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107991185321077284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107991185321077284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107991185321077284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-am-lazy-git-yes-it-is-official-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107982586850801671</id><published>2004-03-20T23:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-21T00:53:23.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Boy Why Cried IraqGod bless Americaand their oppressive regimeClick Here to find out how to save yourself from terrorists.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107982586850801671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107982586850801671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107982586850801671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107982586850801671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/03/boy-why-cried-iraq-god-bless-america.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107878650601142450</id><published>2004-03-08T22:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-08T22:58:11.610Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm... No updates for awhile. Mainly because of a complete lack of anything happening... at all. Lets see... I have done 2 pieces of course work over the passed week, had a driving lesson and bought my dad a birthday present. That is it. What a boring life I lead, but I guess time passes.... fairly quickly actually, I think it is because I am out of the house for so much of the day.I realised </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107878650601142450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107878650601142450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107878650601142450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107878650601142450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/03/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107798930169865173</id><published>2004-02-28T17:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-28T17:32:24.153Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had my very first driving lesson yesterday O_o a whole two hours of me unleashed on the roads. I pity other road users. Anyway, my instructor (nick) took me to a quite road an ran through the basics, gears, handbrake, what the pedals do etc then we did pulling away and stopping. I didn't realise how sensitive the accelerator was and kept pressing it too hard hehe &gt;&gt;&gt;Speed Freak&lt;&lt;&lt; But it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107798930169865173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107798930169865173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107798930169865173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107798930169865173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-had-my-very-first-driving-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107749291173903469</id><published>2004-02-22T23:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-25T21:11:42.560Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been thinking today, hey it beats doing all the college work I still have left to do, not really about anything in particular, but just thinking in general. For instance, why do people concern themselves with the question 'why are we here'.  To be honest 'does it really matter', would it really make a difference if we knew? I think people would still continue to be mean, nasty, spiteful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107749291173903469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107749291173903469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107749291173903469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107749291173903469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-have-been-thinking-today-hey-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107740591720020954</id><published>2004-02-21T23:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-21T23:28:01.246Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today while I was doing my paper round, to earn myself some much needed mullah, I saw this massive bloke covered in tattoos and with a shaven head. I instantly thought 'uhoh, trouble', but then he saw this old lady at the bus stop and started talking to her, he sounded like a really nice guy. It made me think about how much we judge people on appearance and that first impressions aren't always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107740591720020954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107740591720020954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107740591720020954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107740591720020954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/02/today-while-i-was-doing-my-paper-round.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107732293567952610</id><published>2004-02-21T00:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-21T00:24:58.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chrissy went home today, or yesterday, whatever day Friday was. It feels empty with out her being here, it was nice to be able to walk into a room and see her and be able to hug her. We went to pizza hut with some friends of mine on the last day she was here, I had fun and I hope she did. But she went straight home afterwards, which sucked, and she did not say much, so I hope she had fun as well.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107732293567952610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107732293567952610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107732293567952610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107732293567952610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/02/chrissy-went-home-today-or-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107711558151554511</id><published>2004-02-18T14:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-18T14:50:33.170Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have had such a lazy few days recently. They have mainly consisted of either sitting at the computer, watching tv/videos/dvds etc or eating. Oh and playing with an eyetoy my brother's friend has lent us while he is on holiday. Its pretty cool, you plug it into the ps2 and you see yourself on the tv screen and you can interact with stuff. Its good fun.Today I watched Monty Python's Search for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107711558151554511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107711558151554511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107711558151554511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107711558151554511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-have-had-such-lazy-few-days-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107686428844886154</id><published>2004-02-15T16:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-15T17:00:43.450Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I have added a feature which lets you comments on any pointless ramblings I make. Although judging by the tagboard I doubt anyone will use it. Never mind.In other news my computer crashed on Friday, and when I say crashed I really mean it. Windows XP decided to uninstall its self, kind of it really. So now I have spent most of today reinstalling drivers and such like. Will the fun never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107686428844886154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107686428844886154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107686428844886154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107686428844886154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/02/well-i-have-added-feature-which-lets.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107645087064159973</id><published>2004-02-10T22:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-10T22:10:19.686Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found this bloody addictive game and now I can't stop playing it. Help me.Please.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107645087064159973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107645087064159973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107645087064159973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107645087064159973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-found-this-bloody-addictive-game-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107644517597632023</id><published>2004-02-10T20:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-10T20:35:24.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well today is my Birthday and hardly any of my friends knew/remembered hehe. Not that this is a bad thing, but hey. Not even that slut tac remembered, git. But it has been good, my parents are paying for my driving lessons and I recieves money, CHA-CHING! It will be cool to learn to drive though, lots more freedom and such. But a car and insurence = big bucks... Why is the world ruled by money? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107644517597632023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107644517597632023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107644517597632023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107644517597632023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/02/well-today-is-my-birthday-and-hardly.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107627817144870749</id><published>2004-02-08T22:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-08T22:57:16.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it has been a busy weekend. It all started on Friday, I knew that we (me, Ben and will) would be filming our media coursework on Saturday. So Ben and I (ooh get you with your grammar) went to the media technician to try and borrow a tripod for the camera. But the one that the college lend out was broken and so we were not allowed one. Anyway me and Ben arranged to meet in Guildford (a town) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107627817144870749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107627817144870749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107627817144870749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107627817144870749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/02/well-it-has-been-busy-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107602271625023932</id><published>2004-02-05T23:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-05T23:14:18.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realised today how much that I, and possibly others, take so much for granted. Take the internet for instance, so many of us use it everyday and I do not think we realise just how amazing it really is. Imagine, you can talk to someone right across the otherside of the world instantly. Also the amazing amount of information on offer, you can find practically anything if you look hard enough. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107602271625023932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107602271625023932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107602271625023932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107602271625023932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-realised-today-how-much-that-i-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107576131306812238</id><published>2004-02-02T22:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-02T22:40:02.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back at college after a good weekend, but it has been a good day all the same. Most of this morning was spent filming more footage for our media project. Messing around with camera's is always fun, even if the college is too cheap to buy anything decent. Basically we have no specialist equipment, we use standard handheld digital cameras and do the editing with imovie. Damn cheaparse college. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107576131306812238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107576131306812238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107576131306812238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107576131306812238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/02/back-at-college-after-good-weekend-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107533033053443685</id><published>2004-01-28T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-28T22:58:22.140Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well here we are, the middle of the week already. Thank god. I need a weekend to regain lost sleep and such. But the week has been pretty good so far.MondayMe, Ben and Will started filming our media project on Monday. We have to make the opening 5 minutes to a TV drama, it was good fun and we got quite a bit done. Besides seeing Ben in a suit was a laugh. Usually everything he touches becomes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107533033053443685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107533033053443685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107533033053443685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107533033053443685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/01/well-here-we-are-middle-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107506422603965463</id><published>2004-01-25T20:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-25T21:38:55.996Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have just realised what my life boils down to: basically I laze about and do not do much. I also go to college where I  pretend to learn stuff, all the while cultivating my plans for world domination. Not a bad life hey? The rest of the time I irritate people, yell at the kids that play in my street and poke Steven Hawking with a pole (he lives under my stairs and does my ironing). Then there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107506422603965463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107506422603965463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107506422603965463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107506422603965463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-have-just-realised-what-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107498507044377153</id><published>2004-01-24T22:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-24T22:59:56.293Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well... Where to begin? The day started well enough, I lay in bed reading until about 2pm hehe Then got up, had something to eat, watched tv, did some homework. A usual lazy Saturday. Then it all started to go downhill after I had been on the internet for about 5 minutes. Chrissy came on and was all depressive, sarcastic self pitying etc. I asked what was wrong but apparently she "doesn't know", </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107498507044377153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107498507044377153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107498507044377153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107498507044377153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/01/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107489675328984784</id><published>2004-01-23T22:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-23T22:27:57.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am feeling slightly jaded today, no particular reason why though. I guess its partly the busy week, the lack of sleep, the mind numbing boredom and that goat that constantly nibbles my trousers. But on the plus side King Ba and Queen Ba are back together again, happened last night apparently. No doubt I will find out more details on Monday. Well my lack of a life makes it hard to write much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107489675328984784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107489675328984784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107489675328984784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107489675328984784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-am-feeling-slightly-jaded-today-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107472222336152021</id><published>2004-01-21T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-21T21:59:04.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BUSY WEEK- and its only WednesdayWell it has been a busy week so far, I have been kept busy with homework, friends and Arsenal. I was at Chrissy's at the weekend, it was amazing, as usual. Not that we do all that much, but she really is great company. We went to see Lord of the Rings - Return of the King on Saturday. It was good fun, but that film is so long my arse dropped off and ran away. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107472222336152021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107472222336152021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107472222336152021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107472222336152021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/01/busy-week-and-its-only-wednesday-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107420711996356680</id><published>2004-01-15T22:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-15T22:53:53.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did type a big post but this thing decided not to publish it sigh that's technology for you. Well here is how it went, I think:I have been given 2 massive bits of course work to do from college this week, English Literature and Media Studies. The English Lit. is a long essay on Shakespeare's 'Much Ado About Nothing', which is the most boring play known to man... NOTHING happens in it, here is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107420711996356680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107420711996356680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107420711996356680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107420711996356680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-did-type-big-post-but-this-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107383413789744859</id><published>2004-01-11T15:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-15T22:21:58.903Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been another uneventful weekend, this is probably because I am lazy and do not really attempt to make it eventful heh. However tomorrow I finish college early and so I plan to spend some of my 'hard earned money'. Well.... The money I got for Christmas hehe. Some of my friends have been badgering me to get Call of Duty, so some of my Mulah shall go towards this. I also plan to purchase the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107383413789744859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107383413789744859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107383413789744859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107383413789744859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/01/it-has-been-another-uneventful-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107358912766864516</id><published>2004-01-08T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-08T19:57:49.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today the trains were screwed on the way back from college. I was at the station for an hour! That is an hour of my precious time waited, damn and blast! And the reason for this...  'live stock on the line' - oh dear. I expect it was a cow protesting about its fellow cow's treatment during the foot and mouth epidemic. 'Mooooo... I refuse to move until you give us rights!... OOoooh, hay! moooo'. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107358912766864516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107358912766864516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107358912766864516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107358912766864516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/01/today-trains-were-screwed-on-way-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107334576540475279</id><published>2004-01-05T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-05T23:36:24.493Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it was the first day back at college today. It was pretty good, I spent most of it playing with the cameras and then messing around on the e-macs editing. I forgot how much it sucks getting up at 6:30am, grrrr. However it was good to see my esteemed chums again. The only odd part of today was when someone asked me what do you want to do before you die? That made me think quite a lot, I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107334576540475279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107334576540475279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107334576540475279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107334576540475279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/01/well-it-was-first-day-back-at-college.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107324904534929324</id><published>2004-01-04T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-04T20:44:23.856Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Christmas holidays draw to a close, back to college tomorrow. And I still have all my college work to do woooo! Talk about something to look forward to. Anyway, Chrissy went home today, I doubt I'll see her for a couple of weeks. Distance sucks. Also I have to get up at 6:30 tomorrow, yes 6:30... What is wrong with the world! On another note I, once again, turned to the newspaper for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107324904534929324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107324904534929324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107324904534929324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107324904534929324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/01/christmas-holidays-draw-to-close-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107299229645638945</id><published>2004-01-01T21:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-01T21:26:06.033Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The first day of a the new year I hope that it will be a good one, after all no one likes a bad year. I had a quiet night in, I basically stayed up until 3am talking to Chrissy, it was nice, we have not really talked properly for awhile. So the year has started well for me, long may it continue.However, this morning while perusing the newspaper I came across an article about a couple taking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107299229645638945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107299229645638945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107299229645638945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107299229645638945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2004/01/first-day-of-the-new-year-i-hope-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107289959878091241</id><published>2003-12-31T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-31T19:40:16.283Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Year is almost upon us, and I find myself sat at home in front of the TV with Chrissy and my brother. A nice quiet night in this year, and I find myself wondering what will be so new about this year? I am sure there will still be wars and people suffering, will there be anything new at all about this year? People will make their shallow 'new years resolutions' and then not stick to them. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107289959878091241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107289959878091241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107289959878091241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107289959878091241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2003/12/new-year-is-almost-upon-us-and-i-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107280016268712885</id><published>2003-12-30T16:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-30T16:03:00.416Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I opened the newspaper today expecting to read about current events... But instead I was bombarded with stories about celebrities. What is wrong with the world? I really do not care that David Beckham has had ANOTHER 'new hair cut' or that Britney Spears has hair extensions. I honestly could not care less, I mean who reads these articles and thinks wow... GROUND BREAKING NEWS! I am fed up of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107280016268712885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107280016268712885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107280016268712885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107280016268712885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-opened-newspaper-today-expecting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107271129834281008</id><published>2003-12-29T15:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-29T15:21:55.520Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well Christmas has come and gone, and usual I have been a lazy bastard (which is one of the reasons there have not been any updates recently). For me Christmas used to be about waking up early, discovering the joys that lay in my stocking, then running into my parents room, divebombing on to their bed and making them get up so I could open my presents. But this year, the magic seemed to have gone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107271129834281008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107271129834281008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107271129834281008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107271129834281008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2003/12/well-christmas-has-come-and-gone-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107229495127132609</id><published>2003-12-24T19:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-24T22:35:30.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saw Lord of The Rings, Return of The King today, because I am ultra cool I went with my family rather then my friends. Man I own. But that is beside the point, my cinematic experience was dampened by the twat in front of me. The pillock was wearing a cap, A BLOODY CAP! Who wears a cap in the cinema... I mean ok if it is sunny I can see they are useful for keeping the sun out of your eyes, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107229495127132609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107229495127132609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107229495127132609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107229495127132609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2003/12/saw-lord-of-rings-return-of-king-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107222520333313227</id><published>2003-12-24T00:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-24T00:20:19.086Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is now officially Christmas Eve, 24 hours until Christmas Day. To mark the occasion here are some festive lyrics from the song Frosty The Pervert, Enjoy.Frosty the pervertin a trench coat he did goto a the school yard to expose his dick and balls made of snowfrosty the pervertall the kids he liked to watchhis dick did grow when he packed snow on his cold and icy crotchthere must have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107222520333313227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107222520333313227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107222520333313227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107222520333313227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2003/12/it-is-now-officially-christmas-eve-24.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107222188635969217</id><published>2003-12-23T23:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-23T23:25:21.036Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it has been another eventful day, I eventually got around to wrapping up my presents. It was at this point that just how amazingly bad I am at wrapping stuff up came flooding back. The less said about that the better. Instead lets focus on....Internet Stalkers In Chat RoomsMany people are now using chat rooms for social interaction. This is fraught with dangers as 99.84% of Internet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107222188635969217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107222188635969217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107222188635969217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107222188635969217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2003/12/well-it-has-been-another-eventful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107213533807311527</id><published>2003-12-22T23:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-22T23:22:33.533Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been reading other peoples blogs, yes I am sad, and I have realised how depressing they all are. The majority of them are by depressed American teenage girls and go a little something like this:Posted by I_cut_myself: I have no friends and everyone hates me. So anyway, I was at the mall today hanging out with my friends and I realised that I can't skate and as such am a failure and so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107213533807311527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107213533807311527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107213533807311527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107213533807311527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-have-been-reading-other-peoples.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107213123691003374</id><published>2003-12-22T22:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-22T22:14:12.460Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The new Christmas no1 song has been announced on the radio and its.... Mad World by Gary Jules. There are the lyrics: All around me are familiar facesWorn out places, worn out facesBright and early for their daily racesGoing nowhere, going nowhereAnd their tears are filling up their glassesNo expression, no expressionHide my head I want to drown my sorrowNo tommorow, no tommorowAnd I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107213123691003374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107213123691003374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107213123691003374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107213123691003374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2003/12/new-christmas-no1-song-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107203112547482470</id><published>2003-12-21T18:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-21T18:25:40.680Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I have returned from family restaurant hell. Actually it was not as bad as I thought it would be... I spent most of the time talking to my two older cousins, so that was cool. However my mum got a little drunk and spent a fair bit of the time avoiding talking to her sister that she does not get on with. Happy families hey heh. On another note, the restaurant staff were totally incompetent, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107203112547482470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107203112547482470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107203112547482470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107203112547482470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2003/12/well-i-have-returned-from-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107200548595552163</id><published>2003-12-21T11:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-21T17:55:22.093Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well the time draws near when I have to 'face the family', and to be honest I really am not looking forward to it. I have nothing to say to them... hmmm lets see 'Hello uncle Howard, how are you? Still stuck in a job that you hate? Oh really... how interesting... Still not sleeping properly due to stress? .... Great great'. Or then there is 'Hi Aunty Manda, still trying to keep fit because your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107200548595552163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107200548595552163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107200548595552163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107200548595552163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2003/12/well-time-draws-near-when-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107193330465738557</id><published>2003-12-20T15:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-20T15:15:19.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I added a 'tag board' so now people can leave comments/oppinions/ideas/links etc... I'm so generous huh?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107193330465738557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107193330465738557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107193330465738557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107193330465738557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-added-tag-board-so-now-people-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107193171596329370</id><published>2003-12-20T14:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-20T14:48:50.640Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I got all my Christmas shopping done today, nothing like a crowded town centre to put someone in a bad mood. Whenever I go shopping it always seems to turn into a dangerous game of dodge the crazed shoppers. They always expect me to get out of their way, which means I have to dart in and out of old ladies weilding handbags, mums with pushchairs (which they use to mow down the unweary) and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107193171596329370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107193171596329370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107193171596329370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107193171596329370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2003/12/well-i-got-all-my-christmas-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107179187968013479</id><published>2003-12-18T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-21T11:02:58.350Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in the Christmas spirit... MERRY CHRISTMAS:Down in the workshop all the elves were making toysFor the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boysWhen the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to deathHad a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breathFrom his beard to his boots he was covered in ammoLike a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide RamboAnd he smiled as he said with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107179187968013479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107179187968013479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107179187968013479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107179187968013479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2003/12/im-in-christmas-spirit.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107177992146038914</id><published>2003-12-18T20:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-21T22:26:08.683Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I actually went to college to day, I must be feeling better... or worse. Anyway it was alright except I had to run to catch the train home, that almost killed me. It is impossible to run when your sinuses are full of mucus. I had a coffing fit half way down a big hill, fun times, but I made it to the train on time... all be it feeling worse then ever but hey.Bah, I am trying to decide whether </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107177992146038914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107177992146038914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107177992146038914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107177992146038914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-actually-went-to-college-to-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107169851789017858</id><published>2003-12-17T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-18T20:17:58.460Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found this on the internet today:For those of you who don't have kids or are far too young to remember the splendid children's TV programme "Rainbow", this may be a little lost on you but it must have been a great episode to watch! Almost too ridiculous to believe .....This is taken from an original Rainbow script and there's no way this could have been done by Accident. Innuendo all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107169851789017858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107169851789017858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107169851789017858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107169851789017858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-found-this-on-internet-today-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107169229878261914</id><published>2003-12-17T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-17T20:18:32.970Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another day spent in bed with a joyus headache and a throat that felt like sandpaper was being scraped continuously up and down it. Woooo. While I was ill and lying in bed, like the invalid I am, I contemplated writing a little story, but then decided I could not be bothered. Man I am a lazy bastard. I really do need to update my elfwood page but I am just not inspired recently. I think I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107169229878261914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107169229878261914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107169229878261914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107169229878261914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2003/12/another-day-spent-in-bed-with-joyus.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107161199489884472</id><published>2003-12-16T21:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-16T22:08:35.260Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For lack of anything better to do I took a little test on rumandmonkey, entitled Which Survivor of the Impending Nuclear Apocalypse Are You?, this was the result:Which Survivor of the Impending Nuclear Apocalypse Are You?A Rum and Monkey joint.The blast must have hit you particularly strong, because you've gained a billion new superpowers and can take on anyone you want. Even that kid </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107161199489884472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107161199489884472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107161199489884472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107161199489884472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2003/12/for-lack-of-anything-better-to-do-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107160995305084215</id><published>2003-12-16T21:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-16T21:44:23.730Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I took the day off college as I had a cold, I woke up this morning with a splitting headache and a sore throat. Nothing like staying in bed all day to put a guy in a good mood. However I expect I shall have a lot of college work to catch up on. That thought has put me in the mood for a rant...I casually decided to check my email about 5 minutes ago, only to find my entire inbox covered </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107160995305084215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107160995305084215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107160995305084215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107160995305084215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2003/12/well-i-took-day-off-college-as-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211160.post-107152606350160738</id><published>2003-12-15T22:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-01T21:14:12.370Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well mind-numbing boredom, procrastination or possibly both have driven me to start this account of my day to day life. How tedious for you all. I'm sure I'll get the hang of this crazy thing sooner or later.Christmas is 10 days away and yet I feel oddly underwhelmed, I just can not seem to get into the Christmas spirit this year. There is something about spending my money on some one other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/feeds/107152606350160738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211160&amp;postID=107152606350160738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107152606350160738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211160/posts/default/107152606350160738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-lump.blogspot.com/2003/12/well-mind-numbing-boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425183980141593176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img44.exs.cx/img44/5200/pinkpanther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
