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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>Thinking</title><link>http://thoughts-of-jules.blog.co.uk/</link><atom:link xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://thoughts-of-jules.blog.co.uk/feed/rss2/comments/"/><description></description><language>en-UK</language><generator>MokoFeed</generator><ttl>10</ttl><image><title>Thinking</title><link>http://thoughts-of-jules.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/6d/7bbdc3a2b4e620d604b4f460000f9b_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>In response to:No peace for Wacko Jacko</title><link>http://thoughts-of-jules.blog.co.uk/2009/06/29/no-peace-for-wacko-jacko-6418393/#c10289900</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:thoughts-of-jules.blog.co.uk,2009-06-29:/2009/06/29/no-peace-for-wacko-jacko-6418393/#c10289900</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 10:21:45 +0200</pubDate><description>I wish I had written this post. I remember when he burst into fame with 'Thriller' ... I thought and still think it was wonderful. He got kids dancing and singing. Too much, too soon, and terrible advice set him on a path of destruction. What a wicked waste and a tragedy.</description><comments>http://thoughts-of-jules.blog.co.uk/2009/06/29/no-peace-for-wacko-jacko-6418393/#c10289900</comments></item><item><title>In response to:Things are moving at last</title><link>http://thoughts-of-jules.blog.co.uk/2008/01/04/things_are_moving_at_last~3530004/#c5716209</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:thoughts-of-jules.blog.co.uk,2008-01-11:/2008/01/04/things_are_moving_at_last~3530004/#c5716209</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2008 20:11:55 +0100</pubDate><description>Hooray - someone else going through the same process - our builder is giving us a price on Sunday &amp; starting in May.</description><comments>http://thoughts-of-jules.blog.co.uk/2008/01/04/things_are_moving_at_last~3530004/#c5716209</comments></item><item><title>In response to:Where do I start</title><link>http://thoughts-of-jules.blog.co.uk/2005/08/06/where_do_i_start_1/#c76773</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:thoughts-of-jules.blog.co.uk,2005-08-06:/2005/08/06/where_do_i_start_1/#c76773</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Aug 2005 01:31:44 +0200</pubDate><description>I wouldn't worry, I think most people have the desire to run naked somewhere, for me I'd like to do it accross the Ashes at lords or wherever the damn thing is held, might make it slightly mroe interesting to all us none cricketing types. &lt;br&gt;
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Just write what appears beneth your fingers, it's amazing what we all have lurking beneath the surface.</description><comments>http://thoughts-of-jules.blog.co.uk/2005/08/06/where_do_i_start_1/#c76773</comments></item><item><title>In response to:Where do I start</title><link>http://thoughts-of-jules.blog.co.uk/2005/08/06/where_do_i_start_1/#c76766</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:thoughts-of-jules.blog.co.uk,2005-08-06:/2005/08/06/where_do_i_start_1/#c76766</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Aug 2005 01:26:14 +0200</pubDate><description>I started my first blog tonight and it surprised me that it has been read already.&lt;br&gt;
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I suppose this is what history will be in the future as with Anne Franks and Samuel Peeps (No idea on the spelling) but with contemporary commentary to add to the mix.  &lt;br&gt;
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Good Luck </description><comments>http://thoughts-of-jules.blog.co.uk/2005/08/06/where_do_i_start_1/#c76766</comments></item></channel></rss>
