<?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-31826736</id><updated>2011-07-14T22:27:27.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'>_ UP YOURS!™</title><subtitle type='html'>When we are Kings you will be ALL against the wall, for your opinions which are of no consequence at all.  Kicking, squeeling, gucci, little piggies. UP YOURS!™</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928261592721949119</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31826736.post-116664438459298091</id><published>2006-12-20T19:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-20T19:53:04.606Z</updated><title type='text'>Motorised Zimmers</title><summary type='text'>Was driving home today, and got stuck in a slow moving lane of traffick. Increasingly getting frustrated, as each of the cars in front took turns to gradually overtake something, i eventually saw what was causing the hold-up.It was some wrinkly old man driving along the road on one of those motorised carts that old people zoom around the town-centre (when cycling is not allowed there) on, driving</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/feeds/116664438459298091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31826736&amp;postID=116664438459298091' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/116664438459298091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/116664438459298091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/2006/12/motorised-zimmers.html' title='Motorised Zimmers'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928261592721949119</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31826736.post-115998940513510683</id><published>2006-10-04T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T20:16:45.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TV License</title><summary type='text'>The TV License. You are under a legal requirement to pay an annual fee (continually rising) for the 'unique way in which the BBC is funded', even tho you may not even watch the actual BBC channels, nor have any intention to watch them. Simply for owning a TV that is able to receive them.From the moment you buy a TV, you will start receiving 'official letters' stating that you have purchased a TV </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115998940513510683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31826736&amp;postID=115998940513510683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115998940513510683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115998940513510683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/2006/10/tv-license.html' title='TV License'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928261592721949119</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31826736.post-115956092504907575</id><published>2006-09-29T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T21:15:25.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Previews &amp; intros</title><summary type='text'>OK.  You buy a DVD as you really like a film or want to watch it.  It's yours now.  Or is it?Put the DVD in.  Do you come to the menu straight away?  no.  If you are lucky you get some crappy intro scence first about the prodcuers etc and then get to the menu after maybe some anti-pirate message? (unskippable).  If you are unlucky you have not only the intros to deal with, but also adverts and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115956092504907575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31826736&amp;postID=115956092504907575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115956092504907575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115956092504907575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/2006/09/previews-intros.html' title='Previews &amp; intros'/><author><name>AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017194346416269168</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31826736.post-115737871604958251</id><published>2006-09-04T14:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T15:09:24.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It Beggars Belief</title><summary type='text'>We've all seen it, in most cases, many times...Before you start to feel sorry for the poor, scruffy, down on his luck chap though, who approaches cap in hand, asking if you can spare 30 pence for a cup of tea / sandwich / hot dog / bus fair , consider the fact that he will likely have been asking everyone he's seen this very same question all day long.Lets work on the assumption that in a town </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115737871604958251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31826736&amp;postID=115737871604958251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115737871604958251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115737871604958251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-beggars-belief.html' title='It Beggars Belief'/><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00120662260453691383</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31826736.post-115715178173161400</id><published>2006-09-01T23:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T00:03:02.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat People</title><summary type='text'>Ok I dont mind slightly overweight people, but why should we have to put up with the vast amound of fatties in this country?  It's on the increase and is showing no signs of slowing.I simply cannot understand the reason for them.  Why do they not realise their situation?  At this point please do not simpathise with them when they come out with reasons like "its medical" or "it is comfort food".  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115715178173161400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31826736&amp;postID=115715178173161400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115715178173161400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115715178173161400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/2006/09/fat-people.html' title='Fat People'/><author><name>AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017194346416269168</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31826736.post-115628951960122096</id><published>2006-08-22T23:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:58:35.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflict in Israel</title><summary type='text'>So then.  Israel I hear you say. Hmm controversial.  I see myself as neutral I hope.  I dislike the Jews influence on US politics that is based of their faith (but not on human, common sence) but I also dislike the minority Muslim view of suiside bombers being the way to portray their views.Where to start?I'd like to point out that the US news is unreliable.  It drastically changes news reports.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115628951960122096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31826736&amp;postID=115628951960122096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115628951960122096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115628951960122096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/2006/08/conflict-in-israel.html' title='Conflict in Israel'/><author><name>AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017194346416269168</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31826736.post-115594059738544581</id><published>2006-08-18T23:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:36:37.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby boomers?</title><summary type='text'>Babyboomers - you've used up all the oil, grown rich on massive house price rises, enjoyed final salary pension schemes, your shares have gone through the roof, gave yourselves double digit pay rises in the 70's whilst the real value of your mortgage debt went through the floor, you've polluted the environment and when it all hits the fan, you'll be dead. Great, thanks. Baby boomers- UP YOURS!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115594059738544581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31826736&amp;postID=115594059738544581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115594059738544581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115594059738544581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-boomers.html' title='Baby boomers?'/><author><name>AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05017194346416269168</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31826736.post-115548218115257788</id><published>2006-08-13T15:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T16:21:46.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Muslim Profiling</title><summary type='text'>Everytime there is an attempted  terrorist ploy, or one that has been successfully executed to claim the lives of innocent people, the perpetrators have recently always been Muslim males. Yet after every such event, the Muslim communities all rally together and claim that profiling of Muslims is unjustified.  But after every recent terrorist act, we then always read interviews in the media, where</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115548218115257788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31826736&amp;postID=115548218115257788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115548218115257788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115548218115257788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/2006/08/muslim-profiling.html' title='Muslim Profiling'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928261592721949119</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-31826736.post-115524084501927119</id><published>2006-08-10T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:18:23.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When a Stranger Calls</title><summary type='text'>The phone rings. It's 9:30pm, friday evening. If we are in, it is likely we are about to settle down with a film and a nice bottle of wine, after a week of work.We don't want any unwelcome intrusions at this time, but pick up the phone thinking it will be something important.  And are then greeted with [silence] "...click...." [prolonged pause] and then some idiot in a call centre a thousand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115524084501927119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31826736&amp;postID=115524084501927119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115524084501927119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115524084501927119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-stranger-calls.html' title='When a Stranger Calls'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928261592721949119</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31826736.post-115508438974322390</id><published>2006-08-09T01:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T01:50:40.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Supermarket Sheep</title><summary type='text'>There are some spheres in life where certain people are leaders and certain people are followers. It's 1.30am and I've just returned from Asda, I prefer going then as I have the shop to myself, including the carpark. When I pull in and see an empty carpark save for a few taxis I am not intimidated or in any kind of awe with regard to the situation now confronting me. I can quite happily choose </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115508438974322390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31826736&amp;postID=115508438974322390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115508438974322390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115508438974322390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/2006/08/supermarket-sheep.html' title='Supermarket Sheep'/><author><name>SJJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17555986375141473638</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-31826736.post-115472494155826871</id><published>2006-08-04T21:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:57:14.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WWWankers!</title><summary type='text'>We've all been greeted by this. 'You require Internet Explorer V.5 and a resolution of 1024x768 in 32-bit to view this web page' or 'You need to download xxx plugin to view this web page'.Erm.What happened to web standards?! They are there for a reason and are in no way restrictive if you know what you're doing. If you want something custom there are plenty of server-side scripting setups that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115472494155826871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31826736&amp;postID=115472494155826871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115472494155826871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115472494155826871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/2006/08/wwwankers.html' title='WWWankers!'/><author><name>SJJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17555986375141473638</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-31826736.post-115413118776366677</id><published>2006-07-29T00:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T18:38:12.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Government Hates Me</title><summary type='text'>I look around me and what do i see?A country in which nothing seems to work properly, where hard-working people are paying through-the-nose for incompetent and indifferent public services; where we stand a great chance of catching a fatal infection whilst in hospital, simply because those in charge can't ensure even basic levels of hygiene; an education system that once was the envy of the world,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115413118776366677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31826736&amp;postID=115413118776366677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115413118776366677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115413118776366677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/government-hates-me.html' title='Government Hates Me'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928261592721949119</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-31826736.post-115412915843466593</id><published>2006-07-29T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T01:10:22.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Elusive Dream</title><summary type='text'>Generation Y. We were all sold The Dream™.  The life we should, and will have.I am intelligent, well mannered, educated to Degree level (LLB Hons, to be precise), am ambitious, and have a strong work ethic.  Surely a path to success?Yet I am now 26 years old, and what the media, my parents, the government, and the education establishments (in particular the secondary-school Careers Advisor, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/feeds/115412915843466593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31826736&amp;postID=115412915843466593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115412915843466593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31826736/posts/default/115412915843466593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oi-upyours.blogspot.com/2006/07/elusive-dream.html' title='The Elusive Dream'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928261592721949119</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></feed>
