<?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-6023007</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:23:19.424Z</updated><title type='text'>T.</title><subtitle type='html'>finally enslaved by the nhs</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-109257045010164497</id><published>2004-08-15T11:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-15T11:47:30.100Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On confidentiality, anonymity and other sacred tenetsDo you know who might be reading you musings?Does it matter?Of course it does. This blog is no more.Goodnight.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/109257045010164497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/109257045010164497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109257045010164497' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-109225179600696042</id><published>2004-08-11T18:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-11T19:17:54.123Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quite catharticI feel incompetent. Notting Hill keeps saying things like, 'Don't forget to sign that form before you send it off' and 'You probably ought to ring anaesthetics before doing that venflon as it's more urgent.'Later I get bleeped to 'come and write up some fluids for Mr Mott' but upon arriving I realise that I haven't done that since my medicine block last year, and even then I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/109225179600696042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/109225179600696042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109225179600696042' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-109200215601361626</id><published>2004-08-08T21:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-08T21:55:56.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OverloadYou know when you've got too much to do and not enough time? That feeling of not knowing where to start, but that you'd better start asap or you'll be in trouble. Well that last thing you need at such moments is people thrusting more jobs at you, making sure all the while, that you know how bloody urgent they all are.11.30am: Ward round ends.11.35am: Start writing discharge summaries </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/109200215601361626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/109200215601361626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109200215601361626' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-109155797380844227</id><published>2004-08-03T18:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-03T18:44:55.090Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The first day of the rest of my life.Today was my first day at work. Ever. Way back, whilst slogging through A-levels, med school interviews, preclinical exams, this seemed like the dream. 'It'll all be worth it at the end,' I would tell myself. And in my mind there'd be a picture of me with a stethoscope dangling from my neck on my first day at work. Diagnosing patients, dishing out treatment </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/109155797380844227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/109155797380844227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109155797380844227' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-109136258799570500</id><published>2004-08-01T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-01T12:16:27.996Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry about that..Not posting anything and all but I was in China. Which was great... I should probably write about that at some point. The Karakoram Highway and stuff. All in good time.Anyway I'm going to give this blog thing another go. However, I start working as a PRHO / intern in about two days time. So if being a junior doctor turns out to be as exciting as my starry eyed colleagues seem</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/109136258799570500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/109136258799570500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109136258799570500' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108688605606389874</id><published>2004-06-10T16:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-10T16:47:36.063Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No one gets out awake"It would be very odd," said James Fenton in a lecture on poetry a few years ago, "to go to a concert hall and discover that the pianist on offer wasn't any good at all, in the sense that he couldn't actually play the piano. But in poetry this is an experience we've learnt to take in our stride." No wonder there are pleas to hand the whole thing over to the professionals. If</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108688605606389874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108688605606389874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108688605606389874' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108643324564825172</id><published>2004-06-05T10:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-05T11:00:45.650Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recently spotted...many reviewers, whose highest endorsement for a translation tends to be that it is “seamless.” If I may attempt to translate the damnation barely concealed in their faint praise, I think they really mean that the translator has, with proper humility, made herself or himself “invisible,” a punishing goal that is desirable only if we are held personally responsible for the Tower</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108643324564825172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108643324564825172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108643324564825172' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108637606794243508</id><published>2004-06-04T19:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-04T19:07:47.943Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've known professorships lost over that..Still on the topic of Palestine, Mark at Jews-sans-frontieres isn't happy about academic fraudsters getting free Guardian columns.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108637606794243508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108637606794243508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108637606794243508' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108637528956653214</id><published>2004-06-04T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-04T18:54:49.566Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tragic RafahAziza Abu Ghali is exhausted by her fury and can barely stand. "My husband is 90 years old and has nowhere to sleep. The Jews are just demolishing our houses. I was shouting at the bulldozer driver: 'Don't you have children?' They kill our sons and put us in the morgue. We are praying to Allah to show them the suffering that they show us.I don't know what good accounts like this do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108637528956653214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108637528956653214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108637528956653214' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108549849450169785</id><published>2004-05-25T15:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-25T15:21:34.500Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cartoonists have all the funEspecially Steve Bell</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108549849450169785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108549849450169785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108549849450169785' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108549693640329899</id><published>2004-05-25T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-25T14:56:48.806Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not as savage as some..This brings us back to the weird emptiness at the heart of Huntington’s analysis, according to which conversion to a fundamentalist faith is counted a good thing just because many other people already share that faith. Huntington never explains, in “Who Are We?,” why Protestantism, private enterprise, and the English language are more desirable features of social life or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108549693640329899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108549693640329899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108549693640329899' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108549643736032964</id><published>2004-05-25T14:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-25T14:47:17.360Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sontag back on formA war, an occupation, is inevitably a huge tapestry of actions. What makes some actions representative and others not? The issue is not whether they are done by individuals (ie, not by "everybody"). All acts are done by individuals. The question is not whether the torture was the work of a few individuals but whether it was systematic. Authorised. Condoned. Covered up. It was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108549643736032964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108549643736032964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108549643736032964' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108541089672008122</id><published>2004-05-24T14:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-24T15:01:36.720Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PaediatricsAlthough I passed this block with relative ease, it doesn't mean that paeds is straightforward or that I'm any good with children. Station 1: History. A mother whose child has been admitted with acute asthma. Cause: bonfire. Station 2: Presented history to intense bearded consultant who just stared at me for the whole 8 minutes. When the bell went I just got up and walked out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108541089672008122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108541089672008122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108541089672008122' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108540970545515954</id><published>2004-05-24T14:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-24T14:41:45.456Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faeces dementia scaleNo it's never really like that. Not in Birmingham anyway.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108540970545515954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108540970545515954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108540970545515954' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108540953670370155</id><published>2004-05-24T14:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-24T14:38:56.703Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gregory RobertsThat, he says, was the most shocking experience of his entire time on the sub-continent. He told BBC News Online: "There was something unspeakably grotesque about children killing children in this lush, fecund paradise. "You would go from one jungle clearing, where there were the most magnificent red and blue blooms - flowers so big you couldn't put your arms around them - to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108540953670370155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108540953670370155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108540953670370155' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108540902547972345</id><published>2004-05-24T14:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-24T14:30:25.480Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Co-author for saleIn a society devoted to "reality shows" and rampant commodification, it had to happen some time. Late last month an independent scientist auctioned off his services as a co-author on eBay, with the promise of helping the highest bidder write a scientific paper for publication. The offer even had the added allure of a linkage with the legendary mathematician Paul Erdös.I know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108540902547972345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108540902547972345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108540902547972345' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108540817040236970</id><published>2004-05-24T14:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-24T14:16:10.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arabs mind...According to a recent New Yorker article, Raphael Patai's The Arab Mind was used by some neo-cons to justify the meme that Arabs can only be handled through violence and may have served as a pretext for some of the practices at Abu Ghraib. MoorishGirl is annoyed. The Indy seems to be alone in keeping the Abu Ghraib issue alive at the moment.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108540817040236970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108540817040236970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108540817040236970' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108504924597077477</id><published>2004-05-20T10:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-20T10:34:05.970Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't do this anymoreWhat's happened to blogger? This isn't an improvement, it's just rubbish.Anyway, I passed everything. EVERYTHING. So that's it. I'm free. I should write something more substantial about this, and I will. Soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108504924597077477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108504924597077477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108504924597077477' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108325392285314183</id><published>2004-04-29T15:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-29T15:57:27.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thinking about GmailSo yeah its true that what Gmail is doing is not really anymore intrusive then what other internet email companies are doing when they filter spam. Its just that Google, with their legendary lack of subtle social skills, has made an already existing problem far more visible and apparent to the end user. In a way we should be thankful for them for bring issues to forefront. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108325392285314183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108325392285314183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108325392285314183' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108274899411635010</id><published>2004-04-23T19:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-23T19:40:42.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Magic indeedAt the moment what happens is that a couple of guys put down a big polythene sheet. Then the executioner arrives. Then the van arrives with the prisoner and his guard. They lead the prisoner to the center of the sheet and make him kneel. If the relatives of his victim want to pardon him, now is the time for them to shout, and he’s released, pays blood money instead. Otherwise the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108274899411635010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108274899411635010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108274899411635010' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108265570639149019</id><published>2004-04-22T17:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-22T17:46:50.140Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Fucking lazy nigger'The conversation was thought to have been heard on Middle East channels which continued to broadcast the live feed after the final whistle.And if it hadn't been broadcast? Clearly the word IS part of Ron Atkinson's 'off-air vocabulary' right?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108265570639149019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108265570639149019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108265570639149019' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108265512649753306</id><published>2004-04-22T17:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-22T17:36:14.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Great cartoonThe release of Mordechai Vanunu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108265512649753306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108265512649753306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108265512649753306' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108257552996896410</id><published>2004-04-21T19:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-21T19:29:36.186Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deserved trashingWhy life would be better because some woman who sounds like her throat is full of phlegm is warbling tunelessly at them, is beyond me. I mean, cough, woman, COUGH. Get it out. Stop sounding like someone took a cheese grater to your throat. ET takes it out on Dido.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108257552996896410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108257552996896410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108257552996896410' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108204752560062195</id><published>2004-04-15T16:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-15T16:49:23.310Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not enough time?I hope Fudgeit isn't out of action for too long. What does 'for a while' mean?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108204752560062195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108204752560062195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108204752560062195' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108204699255830193</id><published>2004-04-15T16:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-15T16:40:30.340Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crem la tart?Why won't she smile? Actually I can detect a slight smirk on occasion.. no maybe it's just me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108204699255830193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108204699255830193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108204699255830193' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108204653467909938</id><published>2004-04-15T16:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-15T16:37:06.373Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've no idea what a 'professional book critic' is in the first placeDue to a widely reported technical blooper, the Canadian division of Amazon.com revealed the identities of several thousand of its anonymous reviewers. For just a few days in February, until the company restored their electronic fig leaves, these stealth critics were effectively unmasked. For the most part, of course, this was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108204653467909938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108204653467909938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108204653467909938' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108197523612978599</id><published>2004-04-14T20:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2004-04-15T16:22:17.700Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Google further evidence of anti-SemitismKrane said the ranking for Jew Watch is largely based on changing vocabulary patterns. "Jew" has been used less and less in mainstream society since Word War II, replaced by less culturally loaded terms such as "Jewish person." Google searches for "Jewish," "Jewish person" and "Jewish people" are all topped by pro-Jewish sites, including a number of Jewish</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108197523612978599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108197523612978599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108197523612978599' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108197520549421629</id><published>2004-04-14T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-14T20:44:01.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Musical KeyWhat's it all about?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108197520549421629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108197520549421629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108197520549421629' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108195250081936181</id><published>2004-04-14T14:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-14T14:31:19.920Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sentence meme...1. Grab the nearest book.2. Open the book to page 23.3. Find the fifth sentence.4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.And here it is:The stars were already fading and I noticed the moon sink feebly into the sky as though into troubled waters.It's from Franz Kafka, Description of a Struggle.Link via Kitabkhana, but tracing it back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108195250081936181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108195250081936181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108195250081936181' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108168556047548011</id><published>2004-04-11T12:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-11T12:17:58.326Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From Bemuda beach...In every country, including our own, the fanatics are preaching their gospel of hate, basing their doctrine on a wilful perversion of the true religion of Islam. At their fringe are groups of young men prepared to conduct terrorist attacks however and whenever they can. Thousands of victims the world over have now died, but the impact is worse than the death of innocent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108168556047548011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108168556047548011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108168556047548011' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108168428319807298</id><published>2004-04-11T11:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-11T15:29:42.250Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh god..How I hate this time wasting. I ought to do some work, but everything is against me:1. The weather. Its cold then warm then humid then cold again. No more leaning against a warm radiator with a cup of instant dissappointment/Kenco reading Crash Course.2. The internet. I blame broadband. It seems impossible not to check the status of all the downloads that should be progressing nicely. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108168428319807298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108168428319807298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108168428319807298' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108168327741683804</id><published>2004-04-11T11:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-11T11:39:26.153Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This morningIt finally dawned on me that my guitar pick must have fallen behind the bookcase against which the guitar had been leaning. The bookcase was far too heavy with books to be moved. I tried to slide a ruler behind the bookcase to wedge out the pick if it was there. No luck. The space was tight and dark. I couldn't even tell of the pick was there for sure. I rumaged thorugh my drawer for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108168327741683804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108168327741683804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108168327741683804' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108168039798961850</id><published>2004-04-11T10:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-11T10:50:29.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The man who once had a £1.5m bounty on his head ...This coming weekend the writer who initially came to fame as a firebrand of literary genius, who then dominated news headlines as a fugitive from death, who was then feted as the darling of the jet set and who now plays Scrabble of an evening with the singing Minogue sisters, is to get married for the fourth time. It won't perhaps be a wedding </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108168039798961850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108168039798961850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108168039798961850' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108057421418670962</id><published>2004-03-29T15:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:48:03.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>But mainly I was busy ok?I couldn't be bothered to post last week. Mainly because I was busy getting puked on, but also because it just felt pointless. I mean it is actually pointless isn't it? I might give up and write something useful for a change. Or start making up shit like Eurotrash.  I think med students have a tendency to think that what happens on the wards is really worth telling. But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108057421418670962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108057421418670962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108057421418670962' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108057374986951051</id><published>2004-03-29T15:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:26:39.123Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pakistani eh?I think I've lead a somewhat deprived life, having never watched one of these videos. Are they cringeworthy? Cringing was why we watched The Office right?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108057374986951051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108057374986951051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108057374986951051' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108057350264439376</id><published>2004-03-29T15:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:21:57.093Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Author's lounge on Amazon UKCould be pretty cool. Does the American version lack this? I can't be bothered to check.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108057350264439376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108057350264439376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108057350264439376' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-108057327384945777</id><published>2004-03-29T15:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:18:08.343Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not badBut none of them struck me as particularly original. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108057327384945777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/108057327384945777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108057327384945777' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107978870334271826</id><published>2004-03-20T13:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-20T13:21:45.326Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PaedsI've spent the week seeing many of the smallprint conditions i've always ignored, hence I ought to get some dreaded reading done. But it's not all bad. At least the patients are cute. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107978870334271826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107978870334271826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107978870334271826' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107978826302320626</id><published>2004-03-20T13:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-20T13:14:25.090Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a 25 word limit you understandEATS SHOOTS AND LEAVES, Lynne TrussGreen grocer's, do not they give you the yip's. I'd like to see them comma cropper. Give them colonic irrigation. I blame the parentheses. Full stop.METAMORPHOSIS, Franz KafkaGregor wakes up, late for work. Even worse, he's a beetle. His family is less than pleased, until finally he drops dead. Free at last!The bluffer's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107978826302320626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107978826302320626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107978826302320626' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107978797372398466</id><published>2004-03-20T13:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-20T13:10:18.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dasani? Cancer?The water, which was launched two weeks ago, labelled prominently as 'pure' and referred to by Coke executives as 'as pure as bottled water gets', was found to have illegally high levels of bromate, a chemical which the Food Standards Agency said could lead to an increased risk of cancer.Oops!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107978797372398466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107978797372398466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107978797372398466' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107937406013940034</id><published>2004-03-15T18:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-15T18:11:46.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Oprah Winfrey is Gabo too?"Book Babe": A book critic who makes crude generalizations and cowers in the face of literature."Coetzee": To snarl during an interview. (Ex. The subject prefered to Coetzee rather than answer the stupid question.)"drowning in Mitchell": Whereby the avid reader obtains the oeuvre of a "difficult" writer, with an overconfident swagger and the vain hope of being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107937406013940034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107937406013940034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107937406013940034' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107911876945912320</id><published>2004-03-12T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-12T19:16:00.903Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to make your pet attractive to other cats..Yes, they're the cat equivalent of Lee press-on nails. And what's scary is that someone out there thought this was a good enough idea to start manufacturing them.Let's hope it catches on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107911876945912320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107911876945912320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107911876945912320' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107910658040352417</id><published>2004-03-12T15:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-12T15:52:51.153Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>McHebrewTalila Yodfat, the Israeli chain's human resources director, denies that Zinaty was fired for speaking Arabic but continues: "There is a directive known to all chain employees, that restaurant staff will speak, among themselves and with clients, only in the Hebrew language. This is in order to prevent discomfort felt by clients and staff, who mostly speak Hebrew.I thought everyone knew </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107910658040352417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107910658040352417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107910658040352417' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107894537761979229</id><published>2004-03-10T19:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-10T19:07:52.123Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They're not a threat, but they'll still be interrogated, but probably not charged. Look, they're dodgy ok?Two years of imprisonment, mind you, without having been charged for a crime, save for some vague language about "enemy" this, "combatant" that.Low Culture has the required linkage.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107894537761979229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107894537761979229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107894537761979229' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107867502857579324</id><published>2004-03-07T15:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-07T16:04:53.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As promised...Passed Obs and Gynae!The exam was actually the longest practical / OSCE style exam I've ever had to go through, lasting 3.5 hours in total. You go round the stations in pairs: each station being a double station with two examiners, two sets of equipment etc, seperated by a curtain or a wall. Whoever gets there first gets to pick the nicer examiner!Station 1: Viva on anaemia in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107867502857579324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107867502857579324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107867502857579324' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107857150292453947</id><published>2004-03-06T11:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-06T11:15:30.546Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mine really is better than most peopleI myself own an iPod, but rarely dance around with it. In part because the earbuds would fall out (Does this happen to you? I think I may have narrow auditory canals) and in part because I'm just not all that prone to solitary rump-shaking. It's a failing on my part. Maybe if I were a silhouette I might dance more.Isn't that the whole point of advertising?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107857150292453947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107857150292453947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107857150292453947' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107843109614604247</id><published>2004-03-04T20:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-04T20:14:36.700Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suicide seemed the only way out - until he discovered Brahms, Elgar and Rachmaninov ...But thankfully, Hollywood has stopped at three musical devices, saccharine creations of its own, that support the same scenes in all its movies. I recognise them as Sunset Over Cornfields, a passage designed to simulate the wafting of apple-pie fumes across a rustic porch where all is well; Precocious and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107843109614604247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107843109614604247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107843109614604247' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107843088553955068</id><published>2004-03-04T20:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-04T20:11:06.140Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You have to subscribe to read it though!She is moving to New York if she survives the winterJhumpa Lahiri's The Namesake gets a bit of a rough ride too. Good work Jessica Olin?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107843088553955068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107843088553955068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107843088553955068' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107843053814161605</id><published>2004-03-04T20:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-04T20:05:18.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The new LRB is out... For one thing, practically by definition, theories traffic in abstractions; they purport to see where the eye does not. Novels, by contrast, tend to be concerned with the surfaces of things; in particular, with how the surface of behaviour can reflect, exhibit, shape, express or stand for an underlying geography of emotions and motivations. So, in one of Henry James's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107843053814161605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107843053814161605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107843053814161605' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107842961976493348</id><published>2004-03-04T19:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-04T19:49:59.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Film FestivalThe Birmingham Screen Festival is underway. I want to see some of these shorts but obviously not all of them. Which ones.. any ideas?Let's see what Joe's going to see?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107842961976493348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107842961976493348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107842961976493348' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107833027407485347</id><published>2004-03-03T16:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T16:18:32.153Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EXAMS OVER.For a full 8 weeks. This means I can get up at the usual time again and have the breakfast of my choosing whilst reading a newspaper for example. Then after wasting time in a non-specific kind of way, I can look for something real to do. Visit a friend perhaps, or watch a mid-day movie on Broad Street before shopping for some random item I don't know I need yet. Or maybe even bid for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107833027407485347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107833027407485347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833027407485347' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107832978472981867</id><published>2004-03-03T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T16:06:03.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He also took cocaineBlair makes no secret about where that led. 'I lied and I lied, and then I lied some more. I lied about where I had been, I lied about where I had found information, I lied about how I wrote the story,' he writes.The New York Times reporter, sacked for making up stories last year, is at the centre of a new scandal as his tell-all memoir is about to hit bookshops. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107832978472981867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107832978472981867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832978472981867' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107832943804552725</id><published>2004-03-03T15:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T16:00:16.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Easy now.."Perhaps the secret of getting children to read (or to keep on reading) is simple. It isn't to tell them the books on which to spend their time and energy. It's to give them the choice of what kind of reader - and therefore what kind of person - they want to be. "Hmm, that doesn't sound quite right. Or healthy even. World Book Day is upon us people.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107832943804552725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107832943804552725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832943804552725' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107832904848355678</id><published>2004-03-03T15:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T15:53:46.920Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The frontpage photo is worth a look tooIt's not that I believe al-Qa'ida incapable of such a bloodbath. But I ask myself why the Americans are rubbing this Sunni-Shia thing so hard.Robert Fisk in the Indy today. Unfortunately you have to pay to access the full thing but zmag will have it soon. Or spend 60p!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107832904848355678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107832904848355678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832904848355678' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107832822292130697</id><published>2004-03-03T15:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T16:15:42.623Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Any ideas?The Treasury Department, which forbids doing 'business' with countries (Iran, Cuba, Libya, Sudan, and North Korea, for instance) who are considered state sponsors of terrorism and are defined as our 'enemies,' notified editors and publishers that if they change one comma, word, or syntactical element in a document that came from a person who lives in a 'forbidden' country, they may be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107832822292130697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107832822292130697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832822292130697' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107815954108966914</id><published>2004-03-01T16:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-01T16:49:28.623Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mel Gibson, Christ, anti-semitism, artistic liberties and so forth..Before discussing whether the film is anti-Semitic, I want to first define that term as I intend to use it. In the context of movies, I think anti-Semitism can be loosely defined as the uncritical use of negative stereotypes about Jewish people, the advocacy of hatred towards or bigotry against Jews, or, in the case of a film </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107815954108966914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107815954108966914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107815954108966914' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107798312566603907</id><published>2004-02-28T15:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-28T15:55:33.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Osama captured??The radio's external service, broadcast in Pushtu, said USSecretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld's trip to Pakistan on Thursday had been made in connection with the capture.    "The capture of the al-Qaida leader has been made sometime before, but (US President George W.) Bush is intending to announceit when the American presidential election is held," the radiosaid.    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107798312566603907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107798312566603907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107798312566603907' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107783093958956589</id><published>2004-02-26T21:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-26T21:31:50.450Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm lips..But otherwise it's why we buy the Guardian.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107783093958956589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107783093958956589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107783093958956589' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107782839656064095</id><published>2004-02-26T20:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-26T20:49:27.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vintage Buruma, this..Herzl could not possibly have foreseen this, and yet the seeds of tragedy are already buried in his text, which was well meant, deeply idealistic, and in many ways typical of everything that people who feel so victimized by the West that they wish for its destruction find most hateful. We call such people Occidentalists.How utterly original..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107782839656064095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107782839656064095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107782839656064095' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107782764937116034</id><published>2004-02-26T20:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-26T20:39:24.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I only knew what Said said about him..This is the man who thinks that Babur's invasion caused a deep wound from which the country never recovered; the man who got the history of the Vijayanagara Empire wrong; the man who refused to speak out against the Gujarat riots; the man who said that he accepted the Deputy PM's personal assurance that Gujarat would never happen again; the man who has such </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107782764937116034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107782764937116034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107782764937116034' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107764387456841131</id><published>2004-02-24T17:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-26T20:19:40.390Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Panic!I can't believe I still haven't got to grips with neonatolgy. The exam's this week! I think my memory atrophied with all that sugary tea. Help me, I might cheat.And God, this is SO inaccurate. I might be Baywatch fit*, but my colleages are mostly nicotine stained, depressed and suffer delusions of adequacy.  Delusions have dopamine in them. (link via oldhag)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107764387456841131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107764387456841131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107764387456841131' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107746821332301179</id><published>2004-02-22T16:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-22T16:46:18.280Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DeliciousMoorishGirl has an awesome new look.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107746821332301179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107746821332301179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107746821332301179' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107730179444969877</id><published>2004-02-20T18:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-20T18:32:36.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deja VuJust a few days until the next exam. I'll post when I next take a break. This has the highest failure rate of any final so do help me not to waste time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107730179444969877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107730179444969877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107730179444969877' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107723054542680830</id><published>2004-02-19T22:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:48:15.436Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guantanamo BritsThe first thing the four 'released' will face upon their arrival in London is arrest under the Terrorism Act 2000 and interrogation at the hands of Special Branch officers. Will they know that they're any nearer freedom? Or will they be left in ignorance to keep up the psychological pressure? In any case a fair trial would surely be impossible now. Wouldn't it?I felt sad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107723054542680830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107723054542680830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107723054542680830' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107669720276154083</id><published>2004-02-13T18:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-13T18:35:55.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>World now safe for allTerrorism Gone, Everyone Totally Awesome to Each Other NowHow long since you paid him a visit?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107669720276154083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107669720276154083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107669720276154083' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107649601966926994</id><published>2004-02-11T10:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-11T10:53:08.860Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't care as long as I pass..Apologies in advance to Fudgeit for this blatant plagiarism of style, but yesterday:Colleague: What's that on your trousers?Me: Vaginal discharge.Colleague: Hehe. I had meconium over my wristwatch yesterday.Me: My socks are soaked in meconium.Alas I am at a loose end. I have exams in two weeks and I'm not seeing any patients. I've been kicked off labour ward </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107649601966926994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107649601966926994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107649601966926994' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107649457731225830</id><published>2004-02-11T10:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-11T10:18:46.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Worst read?THE ALCHEMISTI nominate these pseudo-philosophic witterings of Paolo Coelho as the worst read of all time. I cannot easily imagine a sadder, more wasteful, end to the life of a tree. For a noble plant to finish up as a lump of coincidence-ridden, idiotic claptrap masquerading as deep thought is truly unnecessarily tragic.And besmirching the good name of JK Rowling:As home tutor to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107649457731225830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107649457731225830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107649457731225830' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107600485808380152</id><published>2004-02-05T18:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-11T10:12:37.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>conscienceofahipsterThis is funny, apart from the odd nervous lie:  Anyway, dudes, I'm just having fun, so chill. It's just satire.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107600485808380152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107600485808380152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107600485808380152' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107600373157118101</id><published>2004-02-05T17:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-05T17:57:52.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This'll make you feel better!POOR melancholy bird, that all night long Tell'st to the moon thy tale of tender woe; From what sad cause can such sweet sorrow flow, And whence this mournful melody of song? This mood matcher can sort you out too if you answer a few questions. I feel great! Obviously.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107600373157118101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107600373157118101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107600373157118101' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107600327654793193</id><published>2004-02-05T17:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-05T18:04:02.046Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RIPA political activist for the nationalist cause and a widely travelled oil economist, the breadth of his experience (he did not start writing until he was 40) enabled him to create a richly imaginative body of work. Books are, Mounif believed, an effective vehicle for change. In his words, "the mission of literature is to increase awareness and receptiveness in an attempt to create cases for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107600327654793193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107600327654793193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107600327654793193' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107591919569371172</id><published>2004-02-04T18:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-05T11:47:13.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anonybloggers anonybloggingI've posted about this before and now it has an annoyingly unimaginative name. Not surprisingly, journalism experts suggest anonybloggers are operating outside of any reasonable ethical line. 'One of the things that's going to have to become a standard for the Internet is, if you want to be taken seriously, you have to be identified,' says Alex Jones, director of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107591919569371172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107591919569371172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107591919569371172' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107583722707516822</id><published>2004-02-03T19:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-03T19:43:12.576Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once again, if you're about to enjoy your next feed...You might not feel so hungry after this. Hmmm, that book deal could be quite the thing. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107583722707516822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107583722707516822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107583722707516822' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107583679905744240</id><published>2004-02-03T19:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-03T19:35:38.090Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wish I was catalogue-readyWhat the maura..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107583679905744240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107583679905744240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107583679905744240' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107583516755536564</id><published>2004-02-03T19:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-04T18:30:23.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know its a crap name...but I can't stop paying visits to Wonkette. Although this is unfair. Come on, it's obvious that bilateral Bell's palsy is the cause of unblinking eyes. Common things are common, as they say.I think I should visit shampoo more oftenBees pull weeds out of their minds.They stop at flowers or bushes,     with or without petals.And saliva on the dog’s jowls     doesn’</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107583516755536564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107583516755536564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107583516755536564' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107573760923827211</id><published>2004-02-02T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-02T19:13:11.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Skip this if you're about to eat something..At the start of his trial in December, Meiwes said his motive for killing and eating his victim, Bernd Juergen Brandes, was born from a desire for this younger brother he never had - "someone to be part of me". Shortly after his manslaughter conviction, Meiwes is said to be considering lucrative offers for film / book rights to his story (via Bookslut</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107573760923827211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107573760923827211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107573760923827211' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107563860431631833</id><published>2004-02-01T12:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-01T12:32:20.123Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>His greatest literary achievement was banning a bookThe man who attempted to stop the publication of Spycatcher and has never written a book is an unusual figurehead for the 200-year old Literary Society, a dining club which counts Sir Tom Stoppard, Baroness James of Holland Park and Sir Vidiadhar Naipaul among its current members.Yesterday, it was confirmed that one of the younger members, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107563860431631833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107563860431631833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107563860431631833' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107540932594116137</id><published>2004-01-29T20:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-29T21:05:56.610Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know I'm wasting time today..Since it took me far too long to walk home yesterday (through the snow and standstill traffic), I thought I would stay at home today and read something useful. But whilst looking for something useful I came across something a little disturbing, which, I feel I should assure you, does not happen anymore and probably has not happened in the UK for the past ten years.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107540932594116137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107540932594116137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107540932594116137' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107523187033511571</id><published>2004-01-27T19:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-29T21:07:09.890Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To be or not to beAs much as I hate Powerpoint, it does have the distinct advantage that the older non-microsoft doctors think we work so hard to produce some of the cut and paste crap we churn out for them.  Oh and people like Radosh can amuse us with this Power Point Anthology of Literature, via zickzackly.My chin feels like sand paperI looked at each character on the ward round and it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107523187033511571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107523187033511571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107523187033511571' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107513938280085781</id><published>2004-01-26T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-26T17:51:50.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did this instead of presenting pelvic gripsJust so that you could add comments. Tell me it was worthwhile.Or teach me pelvic grips I suppose.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107513938280085781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107513938280085781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107513938280085781' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107503037727734957</id><published>2004-01-25T11:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-26T17:43:32.560Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Keeps happening!A Moroccan writer awarded his country's top literary prize has rejected it, on the grounds that only a tiny few of his fellow citizens may get to read it. Ahmed Bouzfour pointed out that his collection of short stories, Qounqous, had had a print run of only 1,000 in a nation of some 30 million. "The very low literacy rate in Morocco is the main cause of my decision," he said, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107503037727734957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107503037727734957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107503037727734957' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107488584463354786</id><published>2004-01-23T19:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-24T17:29:40.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stuff I will never get time to readSome of it anyway. Forget Magazine's Unsolicited Blurbs for Previous Winners of The Booker Prize.WoeYou know when you listen to music and you inhabit it and music seems to inhere in the world? It's almost a kind of synaesthesia - you start kind of hearing the chair, just as the doorbell is green, the coloratura of music. I've lost that. I hear music as a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107488584463354786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107488584463354786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107488584463354786' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107462879022969307</id><published>2004-01-20T19:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-20T20:10:37.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crap dayAnte-natal care clinic was the unlikely stage for my ritual humiliation today. I was interrrogated by the consultant for 2 hours on all manner of obstetric issues. Out of perhaps 30 direct questions I knew 2 answers and guessed a few more. With the rest I just looked at him hoping I could find a clue within his eyebrow. 'Why don't you go home and read a f***ing book?' he wanted to tell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107462879022969307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107462879022969307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107462879022969307' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107452961364944266</id><published>2004-01-19T16:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-19T16:31:40.793Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ethnic myths"Germans - think with your blood!" Bismarck's exhortation goes far to explain why liberal thinkers have often had difficulties with nationalism.... ...Nationalists, of course, always held that nations (in particular their own) were primal, natural communities that needed only to be awakened to full consciousness of their historic destiny. Social scientists, on the other hand, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107452961364944266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107452961364944266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107452961364944266' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107443609328991502</id><published>2004-01-14T14:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-18T14:30:29.373Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Obstetrics is pretty coolThis is one of those experiences that I most definitely underestimated before I did it. I delivered my first baby in the morning. The following upshots are worthy of mention:1) The baby was normal, no HIV or drug problems as is quite often the case in this part of the city.2) I only had to be there for 2 hours or so to witness minimum agony. (note to colleagues: ask </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107443609328991502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107443609328991502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107443609328991502' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107289004730393128</id><published>2003-12-31T17:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-31T17:12:14.413Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who caresThis reminds me of something I read recently about Newsweeks decision to frontpage the death of Princess Grace instead of the massacres at Sabra and Chatilla on the week of that tragedy. I should also link* to to the article by David Aaronovitch about the domestic failures of the Iranian government highlighted by the death toll. Fair point, but delivered in his trademark, self-righteous</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107289004730393128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107289004730393128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107289004730393128' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107228849742224351</id><published>2003-12-24T17:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-24T17:56:15.073Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not alwayshe lies there clinging to lifewalking the corridor to the other sidethere's seven doctors spoiling the soupmore are coming to add to its flavourenticing him with its beautiful aromaa fragrance of latex and alcohol,of iodine and lubricant, of sweat and fearso that life can be fed into hima broth dragging him back from the antrumI watch with bemusementrefusing to add my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107228849742224351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107228849742224351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107228849742224351' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107228684349471953</id><published>2003-12-24T17:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-24T17:28:42.750Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>McEspresso (might be here soon..)When I got the drink, sad to say, the espresso was way below par, even by chain coffeehouse standards. Very long, thin-looking, and with almost no crema, I brought it back to my table to taste.The brewed coffee, on the other hand, was pretty good. Light roasted and pretty complex, the coffee had a trace of the juicy acidity that I commonly identify with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107228684349471953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107228684349471953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107228684349471953' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107218873412238991</id><published>2003-12-23T14:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-23T14:18:00.113Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hua HsuHere's some more reading for me. What a neat blog. Film, lit and music: Can't really go wrong with that. Anyway this little reminder of one of my own travel experiences is via Hua Hsu. I will write about it when I feel up to it. "I...  I am just a medical student.... "  Probably next year. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107218873412238991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107218873412238991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107218873412238991' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107218688201586419</id><published>2003-12-23T13:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-23T13:42:20.733Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ipodI thought this would be followed up. Well actually I mentioned G2 but hey, it's early days.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107218688201586419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107218688201586419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107218688201586419' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107213052245806527</id><published>2003-12-22T22:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-22T22:02:18.173Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love this guySteve Bell on a well-known prisoner</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107213052245806527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107213052245806527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107213052245806527' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107213037840438446</id><published>2003-12-22T21:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-22T21:59:53.300Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aesthetic ObjectionsKill Bill—Volume 1, the fourth movie to be written and directed by Quentin Tarantino, is about a number of things, but violence isn't really one of them. This isn't to say that it is not a violent film.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107213037840438446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107213037840438446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107213037840438446' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107178239388876427</id><published>2003-12-18T21:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-18T21:25:20.550Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still breathingSo far so good. I passed the dreaded OSCE today. What a complete nightmare. A record number of D grades handed out for ridiculousities* such as 'innaccurate demarcation of enlarged liver edge.' Lots of crying girls. Oh and get this... AORTIC REGURG. and TRICUSPID INCOMPETENCE in successive stations! This isn't MRCP you know. *I know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107178239388876427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107178239388876427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107178239388876427' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107072644222125905</id><published>2003-12-06T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-23T14:20:16.423Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No secretTake a look at this little clip exposing the ipod 'battery scam.' Will it make history? I have a feeling we'll hear from the Neistat brothers some more. And while I'm in prediciting mode, I reckon the Guardian (most probably) will do a piece on the video in the not too distant future. Hurry up G2.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107072644222125905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107072644222125905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107072644222125905' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107072424928150448</id><published>2003-12-06T15:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-06T15:24:20.440Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tachycardia developingThis is the biggest exam so far. Medicine: the final. So I have to work my way through the Oxford clin in the space of a week and a half. Oh well, it'll all be over by Christmas. Now excuse me while I drown..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107072424928150448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107072424928150448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107072424928150448' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107039165143374256</id><published>2003-12-02T19:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-02T19:11:01.596Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The usual type of Chomsky interviewBut still worth reading if, unlike me, you haven't read almost everything by and about the man (whilst bored stiff by lab experiments on rat hippocampus). There's the usual point midway where 'Chomsky rejects any suggestion of a link between his political theorising, in which events are subject to a unifying theory of power, and his academic work, which also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107039165143374256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107039165143374256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107039165143374256' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-107021449474250564</id><published>2003-11-30T17:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-30T17:49:08.276Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coetzee and interviewsIn short, he won't do them. "In the transports of unrehearsed speech, the subject utters truths unknown to his waking self ""truth is related to silence, to reflection, to the practice of writing. Speech is not a fount of truth but a pale and provisional version of writing." The Evening Standard has more. As much as I end up agreeeing with his reasons, part of me still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107021449474250564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/107021449474250564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107021449474250564' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-106993153615154655</id><published>2003-11-27T11:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-29T15:43:35.323Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why all bold?Thanks F! Template was indeed the problem. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/106993153615154655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/106993153615154655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106993153615154655' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-106976960862696712</id><published>2003-11-25T14:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-27T11:04:57.500Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tangible all the waySharon is a one-man Bullshit Artists, Inc. He isbullshitting Bush the same way he isbullshitting the citizens of this country. Thefuture of the settlements, the outposts, thefence project and where it is heading - none ofthese matters is being addressed in anytangible way. I'm not convinced about the chill-wind from Washington. Perhaps Israeli citizens will wake up to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/106976960862696712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/106976960862696712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106976960862696712' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-106970236838331081</id><published>2003-11-24T19:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-24T19:38:36.970Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The 'Seam Zone'Khalid says that all the sheep owned by the village are going to starve, while their pastures lie across the Israeli security barrier. "Can somebody intervene here?" he asks. "You know when birds get stuck in oil slicks or whales get beached, everybody rushes to help them. Maybe helping the Palestinians is complicated. But the world could help the sheep. That should be simple." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/106970236838331081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/106970236838331081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106970236838331081' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-106954445531329535</id><published>2003-11-22T23:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-23T00:03:33.086Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hanri KunzruMaking an enemy of the Daily Mail is a little like putting your head in a lion's mouth and then inviting it to bite. The Daily Mail and Mail on Sunday are the most xenophobic  mainstream papers in the UK. Which is the reason Hanri Kunzru turned down the John Llewellyn Rhys Prize which The Mail co-sponsors. Here's more  on the affair from Hanri Kunzru himself. Best of all he's asked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/106954445531329535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6023007/posts/default/106954445531329535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crapcoffee.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106954445531329535' title=''/><author><name>t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899</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>
