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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>Deep intertwinglings</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/</link><atom:link xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/feed/rss2/comments/"/><description></description><language>en-UK</language><generator>MokoFeed</generator><ttl>10</ttl><image><title>Deep intertwinglings</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/6a/1e027fd43ac9d54a1cd9d29f6d11f5_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>In response to:Smeg happens</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/09/06/smeg_happens~1103400/#c4204782</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2007-07-28:/2006/09/06/smeg_happens~1103400/#c4204782</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jul 2007 13:15:38 +0200</pubDate><description>it seems to me that the system cares more about the rights of the criminals in this world than those of the victims. It's all screwed up.</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/09/06/smeg_happens~1103400/#c4204782</comments></item><item><title>In response to:Smeg happens</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/09/06/smeg_happens~1103400/#c1679510</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-09-10:/2006/09/06/smeg_happens~1103400/#c1679510</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2006 15:57:36 +0200</pubDate><description>Well, no to a, and c.  There is some financial reliance; d - she's too sensible.  Anyhoo, he's no longer going to move back in, which is a relief for all concerned :oD</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/09/06/smeg_happens~1103400/#c1679510</comments></item><item><title>In response to:Smeg happens</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/09/06/smeg_happens~1103400/#c1674807</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-09-09:/2006/09/06/smeg_happens~1103400/#c1674807</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Sep 2006 12:53:34 +0200</pubDate><description>Could write a book on this one - but-:&lt;br&gt;
a) perhaps she stillloves him and hopes for a brighter future&lt;br&gt;
b) may rely on him financially&lt;br&gt;
c) feel sorry for him - mental illness?&lt;br&gt;
d) took her marriage vows seriously - till death etc&lt;br&gt;
e) she's a woman - and men will never fully understand us!!&lt;br&gt;
Could you try befriending him and help her in that way?</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/09/06/smeg_happens~1103400/#c1674807</comments></item><item><title>In response to:Smeg happens</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/09/06/smeg_happens~1103400/#c1673415</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-09-08:/2006/09/06/smeg_happens~1103400/#c1673415</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2006 23:28:00 +0200</pubDate><description>Sadly notm at least that grinning idiot is rich...</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/09/06/smeg_happens~1103400/#c1673415</comments></item><item><title>In response to:Smeg happens</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/09/06/smeg_happens~1103400/#c1673115</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-09-08:/2006/09/06/smeg_happens~1103400/#c1673115</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2006 22:17:16 +0200</pubDate><description>Is shes married to Jim Davison?</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/09/06/smeg_happens~1103400/#c1673115</comments></item><item><title>In response to:Weasel!  Weasel!</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/#c1257462</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-06-20:/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/#c1257462</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jun 2006 19:24:42 +0200</pubDate><description>not too bright eh!&lt;br&gt;
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ich bin auto entwurfer</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/#c1257462</comments></item><item><title>In response to:Weasel!  Weasel!</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/#c1236144</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-06-15:/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/#c1236144</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jun 2006 21:59:50 +0200</pubDate><description>Indeed.  Who are you?  Hmmmm?  Come on....</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/#c1236144</comments></item><item><title>In response to:Weasel!  Weasel!</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/#c1226617</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-06-13:/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/#c1226617</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2006 20:28:20 +0200</pubDate><description>I cant spell obvouoisosously</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/#c1226617</comments></item><item><title>In response to:Weasel!  Weasel!</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/#c1226615</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-06-13:/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/#c1226615</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2006 20:27:28 +0200</pubDate><description>spanking&lt;br&gt;
redbend bottoms&lt;br&gt;
Pole dancers&lt;br&gt;
Qinetiq certainly not what it used to be!</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/#c1226615</comments></item><item><title>In response to:Weasel!  Weasel!</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/#c1171509</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-05-31:/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/#c1171509</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 May 2006 22:58:37 +0200</pubDate><description>Suzee!  Sweety, darling, spankable one!  She of the reddened bottom (perhaps).&lt;br&gt;
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Where was I?&lt;br&gt;
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OK, how do they purvey joy and happiness?  It's in the name.  Weasel.  Stoat.  Don't you feel those positive vibes from it?  OK, lets start with a simple exercise.  Look into a mirror, and focus on your lips.  Now.  Say a word slowly.  Slowly!  Focus on your lips the whole time.  Ready?  OK, the word - and it's a powerful word! - is 'plinth'.  &lt;br&gt;
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Can you feel the power?  ;)</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/#c1171509</comments></item><item><title>In response to:Weasel!  Weasel!</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/#c1159300</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-05-29:/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/#c1159300</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 May 2006 20:22:40 +0200</pubDate><description>OK I've resisted long enough... How do they purvey joy and happiness for us?</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/#c1159300</comments></item><item><title>In response to:The time has come, the Walrus said...</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/the_time_has_come_the_walrus_said~798684/#c1151870</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-05-28:/2006/05/14/the_time_has_come_the_walrus_said~798684/#c1151870</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 May 2006 11:30:55 +0200</pubDate><description>"Besides...if I ever try to do a Welsh accent, I end up slipping into an Indian voice, for some reason..."&lt;br&gt;
:D You and so many others...!&lt;br&gt;
I'm just back from a visit to North Wales and our mountains (even if the Scots call them hills!)are rather lovely. personally I prefer downhill walking, but outside an Escher picture, that's a bit hard to set up....</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/the_time_has_come_the_walrus_said~798684/#c1151870</comments></item><item><title>In response to:The time has come, the Walrus said...</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/the_time_has_come_the_walrus_said~798684/#c1149135</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-05-27:/2006/05/14/the_time_has_come_the_walrus_said~798684/#c1149135</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 May 2006 17:00:07 +0200</pubDate><description>Ah, there's lovely now :D  I'd regale you with my profound understanding of Welsh, but I wouldn't understand a word!  Besides...if I ever try to do a Welsh accent, I end up slipping into an Indian voice, for some reason...&lt;br&gt;
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Actually, you've got me thinking.  I really must go and visit Wales again.  I have a hankering to do walking.   Possibly up mountains...</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/the_time_has_come_the_walrus_said~798684/#c1149135</comments></item><item><title>In response to:The time has come, the Walrus said...</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/the_time_has_come_the_walrus_said~798684/#c1148920</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-05-27:/2006/05/14/the_time_has_come_the_walrus_said~798684/#c1148920</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 May 2006 15:48:52 +0200</pubDate><description>:D :D :D&lt;br&gt;
Thanks for link - I take it we're talking intonation, not air quality? As a Welshwoman, I am a bit vulnerable on this as I/we do it too...</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/the_time_has_come_the_walrus_said~798684/#c1148920</comments></item><item><title>In response to:The time has come, the Walrus said...</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/the_time_has_come_the_walrus_said~798684/#c1116940</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-05-20:/2006/05/14/the_time_has_come_the_walrus_said~798684/#c1116940</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 May 2006 21:19:39 +0200</pubDate><description>Yes, but you have to remember god hates Australia.  Why else would he fill it with poisonous snakes and spiders, and put it so far away?  Keen logic, I think you'll find!  So any Aussie terms are suspect.  For instance, an Australian will ask you a question, and answer it for you in the same sentence!  For instance:&lt;br&gt;
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"What do you do in your spare time, sport?"&lt;br&gt;
"What's your favourite colour, blue?"&lt;br&gt;
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And don't even get me started on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AQI"&gt;AQI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/the_time_has_come_the_walrus_said~798684/#c1116940</comments></item><item><title>In response to:The time has come, the Walrus said...</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/the_time_has_come_the_walrus_said~798684/#c1115089</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-05-20:/2006/05/14/the_time_has_come_the_walrus_said~798684/#c1115089</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 May 2006 11:56:05 +0200</pubDate><description>So why did g strings  become thongs?&lt;br&gt;
And I'm sure Aussies wear thongs on their feet...</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/the_time_has_come_the_walrus_said~798684/#c1115089</comments></item><item><title>In response to:Meow?</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/23/meow~750563/#c1006181</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-04-24:/2006/04/23/meow~750563/#c1006181</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Apr 2006 20:32:30 +0200</pubDate><description>My dear, you were divine, delightful, delectable, delicious and delovely.  Mwah, mwah, mwah!</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/23/meow~750563/#c1006181</comments></item><item><title>In response to:Meow?</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/23/meow~750563/#c1005662</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-04-24:/2006/04/23/meow~750563/#c1005662</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Apr 2006 19:11:52 +0200</pubDate><description>Nothing to say?! Shocking. You could tell me how devine i was this evening. ;-D</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/23/meow~750563/#c1005662</comments></item><item><title>In response to:The future</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/21/the_future~745906/#c995048</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-04-22:/2006/04/21/the_future~745906/#c995048</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Apr 2006 00:36:21 +0200</pubDate><description>I got a paper cut once on the day of a piano concert - had to play with a plaster on - not good!</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/21/the_future~745906/#c995048</comments></item><item><title>In response to:Pie</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/20/pie~743339/#c994867</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-04-21:/2006/04/20/pie~743339/#c994867</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Apr 2006 23:26:58 +0200</pubDate><description>I think so.  They look so appealing in their shiny tins, calling to me.  Pie....pie...look at the moistness of my pastrylike substance...the texture of my meat and hydrogenated gravylike substance...the steam rising off me...&lt;br&gt;
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And yet, and yet...the disappointment is there, in a very real sense.  Never as appealing as on the tin lid, which sits to one side, ready for recycling, and taunting, taunting me!  </description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/20/pie~743339/#c994867</comments></item><item><title>In response to:The future</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/21/the_future~745906/#c994846</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-04-21:/2006/04/21/the_future~745906/#c994846</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Apr 2006 23:19:48 +0200</pubDate><description>I never fancied jet-powered rocket pants :D but want to teleport...</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/21/the_future~745906/#c994846</comments></item><item><title>In response to:Pie</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/20/pie~743339/#c994835</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-04-21:/2006/04/20/pie~743339/#c994835</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Apr 2006 23:17:04 +0200</pubDate><description>But there are times that they really tempt and always disappoint - another example of the triumph of hope over experience?</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/20/pie~743339/#c994835</comments></item><item><title>In response to:The future</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/21/the_future~745906/#c994681</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-04-21:/2006/04/21/the_future~745906/#c994681</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Apr 2006 22:31:22 +0200</pubDate><description>Iam still waiting for my hover board from back to the future to materialize, somehow i dont think our generation is gonna see anything from a so called high tech future.&lt;br&gt;
Not untill we learn to stop fighting over oil, that is.&lt;br&gt;
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Jay.</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/21/the_future~745906/#c994681</comments></item><item><title>In response to:Pie</title><link>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/20/pie~743339/#c990142</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk,2006-04-21:/2006/04/20/pie~743339/#c990142</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Apr 2006 00:21:00 +0200</pubDate><description>Ha ha ha.</description><comments>http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/20/pie~743339/#c990142</comments></item></channel></rss>
