<?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-6326718</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:06:09.000Z</updated><category term='twang'/><category term='music'/><title type='text'>blogging a dead horse</title><subtitle type='html'>there's nothing special here.  really.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogging-a-dead-horse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogging-a-dead-horse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323704690885647610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326718.post-3372234634283942577</id><published>2007-10-27T16:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-30T18:40:50.370Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmmmm.... well, the last three years haven't exactly been a hive of activity in my blogosphere.  However, I've decided to start actually making an effort.  Not entirely sure why but definitely partly to give me a forum to have a good moan about some things.So, let's get right down to it.  The Twang.  I went to see them on Friday night at the Brixton Academy.  I'm not a massive fan of the band </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogging-a-dead-horse.blogspot.com/feeds/3372234634283942577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326718&amp;postID=3372234634283942577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326718/posts/default/3372234634283942577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326718/posts/default/3372234634283942577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogging-a-dead-horse.blogspot.com/2007/10/hmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323704690885647610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326718.post-107992413438055473</id><published>2004-03-22T00:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-22T03:06:31.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today I ran home in order to make a phone call.  i realised that it's been quite a while since I ran.  anywhere.  i felt younger.  not physically; mentally.  i remembered when it was okay to run to places and not look like a twat.  funny really.  all I do is miss more things.actually it also hurt my back.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogging-a-dead-horse.blogspot.com/feeds/107992413438055473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326718/posts/default/107992413438055473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326718/posts/default/107992413438055473'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323704690885647610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326718.post-107404497272015626</id><published>2004-03-19T01:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-04T18:57:14.693Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And so it begins...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326718/posts/default/107404497272015626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326718/posts/default/107404497272015626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogging-a-dead-horse.blogspot.com/2004/03/and-so-it-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323704690885647610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
