<?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-5540463</id><updated>2011-12-15T02:48:46.941Z</updated><title type='text'>Jaymaster</title><subtitle type='html'>A gay thirty something man living in Northeast England. Interested in House Gymnastics, video games, DIY and design, gay politics, movies, technology, gardening, cult TV, shiny things, photography and trying to keep on top of the blog. Excellent analysis for me and maybe something you'll want to look at?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>417</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-115738293515132474</id><published>2006-09-04T16:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:15:35.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush Ass-ass-ination</title><summary type='text'>I am loving the Bush assassination fiasco.  The Republican Party in Texas has said it is "shocking" and "disturbing" that a TV drama is to depict the assassination of US President Bush. Channel 4 will be screening the mock documentary on October 9th on More4. Some moron - John Beyer of UK TV pressure group MediaWatch - said the film was "irresponsible". He said it could even trigger a real </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/115738293515132474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/115738293515132474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/09/bush-ass-ass-ination.html' title='Bush Ass-ass-ination'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-115644052651986313</id><published>2006-08-24T18:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T13:04:29.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time goes by slow slowly...</title><summary type='text'>As usual, the summer posts tail off…although it is no quieter at work than any other time. The summer lull hasn't appeared yet.The main event at work is the restructuring. I will find out which posts I am eligible to aplly for on 4th September, interviews on the 6th and then I am off on my holiday on the 8th. Not a lot of time to prepare, although my boss has given me the presentation title this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/115644052651986313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/115644052651986313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-goes-by-slow-slowly.html' title='Time goes by slow slowly...'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-115497001738436207</id><published>2006-08-07T17:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T18:00:17.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy chicken in mexico</title><summary type='text'>I have had a crazy few days which is reflective of not posting or reading blogs lately. We have had the electrician in last week finishing some work on the house and spent the weekend, tidying, painting, sanding, cleaning, fixing floorboards etc. looks great but non-stop.I am also finding out about the new structures following my hospital merging with another. Looks like I am in a good position </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/115497001738436207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/115497001738436207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/08/crazy-chicken-in-mexico.html' title='crazy chicken in mexico'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-115390212354169715</id><published>2006-07-26T09:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:22:03.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Parents</title><summary type='text'>I have been really enjoying the glorious weather the last few weeks, although it is a pain being at work during the day. I have conceded to the weather by wearing chinos and polo shirts rather than the usual suit, shirt and tie combo – I must admit to feeling a bit casual, but I can live with that. My hospital is still going through the post merger restructuring so there is a little part of me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/115390212354169715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/115390212354169715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/07/meet-parents.html' title='Meet the Parents'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-115203358961685378</id><published>2006-07-04T18:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T18:19:49.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring-cleaning</title><summary type='text'>I have been doing some spring-cleaning on the blog – really I should be updating the whole thing and linking to my website that has never got past its infancy, but the weather is way too good for that. Time to update a few links before enjoying the last of the sun.Anyway, it is goodbye to Honeytom, Welshcake and Jamie4U who have gone the way of others before them. Honeytom was a good read and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/115203358961685378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/115203358961685378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/07/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring-cleaning'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-115192534531870040</id><published>2006-07-03T12:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T12:15:45.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Up my street</title><summary type='text'>We have had a lovely weekend with my brother, his girlfriend and my 18 month niece staying. It has been glorious weather and we have been outside most of the time. On Saturday there was a pre-school summer fete, at the church hall round the corner, so we took my niece along where I ended up buying a toy Dyson vacuum cleaner for her (I know it is cyclonic or whatever rather than a vacuum but…) She</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/115192534531870040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/115192534531870040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/07/up-my-street.html' title='Up my street'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-115165748440857451</id><published>2006-06-30T09:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T09:51:24.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arghhhh! My reaction when the boiler decided to pack up mid shower. My early morning day dreams were shattered as the water went from warm to cold in two seconds. Refreshing if you are in a tropical paradise, but not at 7 am when you then need to boil the kettle for a shave.Luckily my brother is a Corgi qualified plumber/gas fitter/electrician so he is driving his family up tonight to fix the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/115165748440857451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/115165748440857451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/06/arghhhh-my-reaction-when-boiler.html' title=''/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-115106338444861773</id><published>2006-06-23T12:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T12:49:44.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma and road kill</title><summary type='text'>I am hoping for some good karma today. Driving to work I slammed on the brakes to avoid a cute little bunny hopping across the road – I did check there was nothing behind me first, so maybe I only get half karma points?Obviously, there are plenty of people not too bothered about karma as I then saw 2 rabbits, a hedgehog and (I think) a crow, splattered along the road. The road is usually road </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/115106338444861773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/115106338444861773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/06/karma-and-road-kill.html' title='Karma and road kill'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-115083444318142575</id><published>2006-06-20T21:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:14:03.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>35 and happy</title><summary type='text'>I have been off line for a while – new web checking software at work and the home line has been down. Since I last posted there has been too much to post about, but..I had my 35th birthday – and it was fantastic. A really excellent day with my boyfriend and then a great evening with friends. I think it is the best birthday since I was 30. I haven’t had the I’m-nearly-forty blues and think that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/115083444318142575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/115083444318142575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/06/35-and-happy.html' title='35 and happy'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-114907723806211198</id><published>2006-05-31T13:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T13:07:18.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me Professor Jaymaster</title><summary type='text'>I HAVE PASSED!!!I HAVE PASSED!!!I HAVE PASSED!!!I HAVE PASSED!!!I HAVE PASSED!!!I HAVE PASSED!!!Yes – I got a letter yesterday saying that I "had met the course requirements for completing the Masters of Science in Health Economics and Health Policy." Hardly the most exciting of endorsements – but who cares! I rang the University today and was told I got 65% for my dissertation against a pass </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114907723806211198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114907723806211198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-call-me-professor-jaymaster.html' title='Just call me Professor Jaymaster'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-114733426824472443</id><published>2006-05-11T08:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:57:48.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have posted before about how the UK seems to have come a long way (under Labour) in challenging discrimination for gay men and women and delivering some really positive changes e.g. civil partnerships, repeal section 28, an equal age of consent, housing succession rights, hate crime legislation, same sex immigration etc. This makes Ruth Kelly's voting record all the more abhorrent. Kelly is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114733426824472443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114733426824472443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-posted-before-about-how-uk.html' title=''/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-114716787206060411</id><published>2006-05-09T10:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T10:45:12.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Lost!</title><summary type='text'>The second season of Lost started well with the discovery of the bunker and more of the other passengers being found, but I am not finding it as gripping as season 1. We are on episode 10 of season 2 now (the wonders of eBay and DVD burners) and I am finding the introduction of the new characters a bit annoying. I want to know more about Locke, Jack, Sun, Jin, Hurley etc, and we are seeing more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114716787206060411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114716787206060411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/05/get-lost.html' title='Get Lost!'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-114657872805339209</id><published>2006-05-02T14:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:05:28.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The boy is back in town</title><summary type='text'>I finally sent my dissertation off last week! In the end I was really pleased with it and thought it was pretty good. If you are interested in “How does economic evaluation influence the commissioning of local health services”! Let me know and I’ll send you a copy. I cannot imagine there will be a rush to read this but hopefully it will make the grade for me to pass my MSc. I should hear in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114657872805339209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114657872805339209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/05/boy-is-back-in-town.html' title='The boy is back in town'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-114431920873725127</id><published>2006-04-06T10:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:26:48.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>…nine thousand nine hundred and ninety eight, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine....</title><summary type='text'>Blogging has been off the agenda since we got back from the family holiday. We had a great time and it was lovely to spend time with my family, especially as my niece had just started walking. We spent many hours trailing her around the apartment while she opened drawers and cupboards, casting their contents aside. Towers were knocked down as soon as they were built and the boiler room held a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114431920873725127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114431920873725127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/04/nine-thousand-nine-hundred-and-ninety.html' title='…nine thousand nine hundred and ninety eight, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine....'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-114259965104916108</id><published>2006-03-17T12:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-17T12:47:31.063Z</updated><title type='text'>AWOL</title><summary type='text'>Away for a few days with my family to celebrate my father's 60th Birthday. Back soon. Jay x</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114259965104916108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114259965104916108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/03/awol.html' title='AWOL'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-114182111460425647</id><published>2006-03-08T11:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T12:31:54.660Z</updated><title type='text'>Silly Billy!</title><summary type='text'>What silly boy Ashley Cole is. (Although pretty fit!)After hearing that the News of the World's TV adverts promoting 'shocking revelations' about gay premiership footballers I have to admit flicking through the paper at the newsagent. The shocking allegations were that there are some footballers are gay (Never! – what a shocker), and that the gay footballers have sex with other men (What is the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114182111460425647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114182111460425647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/03/silly-billy.html' title='Silly Billy!'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-114131371076701767</id><published>2006-03-02T15:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:35:10.813Z</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><summary type='text'>I have been having strange dreams the last few nights. On Tuesday night I dreamt that I was potholing under the hospital where I work with some (non-work) friends. We eventually came a cross some chasms that required us to trapeze across to the other side, which I found very scary. This led to a small underground kitchen with a serving hatch. The hatch was being assaulted by robins and owls, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114131371076701767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114131371076701767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/03/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-114112010709181557</id><published>2006-02-28T09:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T09:48:46.050Z</updated><title type='text'>Bowling, dancing, not working</title><summary type='text'>Last Friday we went bowling to celebrate a friend's birthday. I have not been bowling for a long time and thoroughly enjoyed it. In fact, I was a little hyper, getting involved in both teams, offering the odd tip to those who thought it was a rubbish game, and taking over the scoring. I was probably 5th out of 10 people, but had a fantastic time. A few strikes and half strikes as well as plenty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114112010709181557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114112010709181557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/02/bowling-dancing-not-working.html' title='Bowling, dancing, not working'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-114051401197437092</id><published>2006-02-21T08:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-21T09:26:52.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Road Rage</title><summary type='text'>Every morning when I drive to work I find myself tutting or shaking my head at somebody's driving behaviour. I know I am not a perfect driver – I do drive too fast when I want to get home from work and I am inpatient when I just want to get somewhere. I tend to view driving as a means to an end – getting form A to B – rather than a pleasurable experience in itself.Here are my top bugbears:1) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114051401197437092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/114051401197437092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/02/road-rage.html' title='Road Rage'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113993017250078812</id><published>2006-02-14T15:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-14T15:16:12.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Valentine</title><summary type='text'>I decided to make a valentine card for my boyfriend this year. Partly because I am a skinflint at heart and part with my hard earned cash for some shiny cardboard, but mainly because valentine's Day is still a predominantly heterosexist event, with very few cards aimed at gay men. The only ones I could find tended to involve 'artistic' black and white photographs or rainbow teddy bears </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113993017250078812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113993017250078812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentine.html' title='Valentine'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113975682654491913</id><published>2006-02-12T15:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:07:06.590Z</updated><title type='text'>Making good progress</title><summary type='text'>I have spent a good part of the weekend working on my dissertation, which still seems like a never-ending task. I managed to get the participant information completed and finalise the list of questions for my interviews, which is a good couple of tasks ticked of the list. I am meeting with the head of planning this week to confirm who I will interview and then I can get the interviews booked in. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113975682654491913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113975682654491913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/02/making-good-progress.html' title='Making good progress'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113931274196398711</id><published>2006-02-07T11:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-07T11:45:41.990Z</updated><title type='text'>Nazi Hate</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes a programme comes a long that you have just have to watch. Last night after our now compulsory fix of Life on Mars and Prison Break a trailer came on for A Macintyre Investigation - Nazi Hate Rock. This was a horrifying investigation into the minds of people behind the white power movement, and how the music of racist bands is funding global racism (including the BNP). The tactics of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113931274196398711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113931274196398711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/02/nazi-hate.html' title='Nazi Hate'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113923452731439809</id><published>2006-02-06T14:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T14:02:08.090Z</updated><title type='text'>There's a rat in mi kitchen, what am I gonna do?</title><summary type='text'>I came to work today to be greeted by an awful smell. One of the secretaries said that the estates department have been over and concluded it is not the drains and it is most likely a dead rat that has been nicely decomposing next to the hot water pipes over the last few days. The smell is truly horrendous and I think I am going to have to take work home this afternoon, I cannot be expected to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113923452731439809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113923452731439809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/02/theres-rat-in-mi-kitchen-what-am-i.html' title='There&apos;s a rat in mi kitchen, what am I gonna do?'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113864027370204741</id><published>2006-01-30T16:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-30T17:09:25.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Seeing the positive</title><summary type='text'>Check out Dantallion for a great post about the difference between Anti-Americanism and not supporting the current administration. It is a gentle reminder that every time Bush causes me to jump up and down, swear loudly and shake my head in despair I should remember the 49% of the country did not vote for the deluded dumbo.Dantallion is writing from a Canadian perspective and, rightly, notes that</summary><link rel='related' href='http://dantallion.com/canon/wp-trackback.php/96' title='Seeing the positive'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113864027370204741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113864027370204741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/01/seeing-positive.html' title='Seeing the positive'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113828641217403824</id><published>2006-01-26T14:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T14:40:12.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Jackson seen in disguise</title><summary type='text'>The BBC reports that Michael jackson has been seen shopping in Bahrain wearing traditional women's attire."He was out with his three children when he was seen wearing the veil, abaya and gloves typically worn by conservative Bahraini women. The children's faces were shrouded by dark scarves. " and "In November Jackson was caught up in controversy when he entered a ladies toilet in the United Arab</summary><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/low/entertainment/4650420.stm' title='Jackson seen in disguise'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113828641217403824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113828641217403824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/01/jackson-seen-in-disguise_113828641217403824.html' title='Jackson seen in disguise'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113828519622507066</id><published>2006-01-26T14:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T14:21:47.493Z</updated><title type='text'>Book game</title><summary type='text'>Borrowed from Naked Boy ChroniclesHere are the rules:1) Grab the nearest book2) Open the book to page 1233) Find the fifth sentence4) Post the text of the next 3 sentences (#5,6,7) on your blog (or in these comments too), along with these instructions.5) Don't search out a "cool" or "intellectual" book from your bookshelf! Just grab what is closest. No cheating!The slowness eliminates momentum, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113828519622507066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113828519622507066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/01/book-game.html' title='Book game'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113795044448492974</id><published>2006-01-22T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-22T21:03:28.720Z</updated><title type='text'>Poor bugger!</title><summary type='text'>Poor bugger! Mark Oaten, Lib Dem MP, has resigned from his post as home affairs spokesman after the News of the World claimed he had an alleged affair with a rent boy. Oaten has apologised to his family and appealed for privacy after apologising for "errors of judgement in personal behaviour." Not great news for the Lib Dems after Charles Kennedy recently resigned following discussion of his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113795044448492974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113795044448492974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/01/poor-bugger.html' title='Poor bugger!'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113751817532196916</id><published>2006-01-17T17:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-17T18:34:53.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Can't get enough</title><summary type='text'>I am sure I will not be the first to cheer the Golden Globe awards for Brokeback mountain – while I might as well turn this blog into a tribute to, given the number of posts!It picked up four prizes, including the overall prize for best dramatic film and the best director for Ang Lee. It is interesting that in the BBC's coverage they have changed their description of the movie from a 'Cowboy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113751817532196916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113751817532196916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/01/cant-get-enough.html' title='Can&apos;t get enough'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113743708451461525</id><published>2006-01-16T18:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:44:44.530Z</updated><title type='text'>Gym time</title><summary type='text'>My Christmas binging has been replaced with a strict 1500 calorie a day diet. Thee first week has gone well and I am already back down to my pre-Christmas weight of 11 stone 12 pounds. I am hoping to get back down to 11 stone buy the end of March, but realise that I will also need to start the dreaded exercise regime.My boyfriend has great will power and manages to exercise almost everyday, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113743708451461525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113743708451461525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/01/gym-time.html' title='Gym time'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113707721120996621</id><published>2006-01-12T14:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:46:51.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Drowning...</title><summary type='text'>I am at home on study leave today to allow me to do some work on my MSc dissertation, but I am really struggling. I have the structure mapped out and have got some good reading materials for the literature review, but I am really lacking the impetus to get something down on paper. The dissertation is only 10,000 words, but at the moment this feels like an overwhelmingly mammoth task. If anyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113707721120996621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113707721120996621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/01/drowning.html' title='Drowning...'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113697249154589293</id><published>2006-01-11T09:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-17T18:36:14.536Z</updated><title type='text'>Borderline Addiction</title><summary type='text'>I should really  catching up with an overflowing mailbox and post tray, but feel compelled to post again about Brokeback Mountain. I have found myself haunted (in a good way) by the film, bordering on obsession.After reading the book too, I find my thoughts drifting to the film and the story it tells at all times of the day, and especially at night when I am trying to sleep. I am also struggling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113697249154589293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113697249154589293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/01/borderline-addiction.html' title='Borderline Addiction'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113675348528474348</id><published>2006-01-08T20:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-09T16:31:01.013Z</updated><title type='text'>Rare Treat</title><summary type='text'>A rare treat for me today. We went to the cinema to see a film rather than wait for it to be out on DVD. Brokeback Mountain was great. As you would expect with an Annie Proulx story, it takes a while to establish the characters and the setting, but it was well worth the wait. Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger play the parts really well and their relationship through 60s and 70s America is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113675348528474348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113675348528474348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2006/01/rare-treat.html' title='Rare Treat'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113603994314247761</id><published>2005-12-31T13:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-31T14:39:03.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><summary type='text'>We have had a great Christmas seeing friends and family, relaxing and eating and drinking too much. We stayed with my boyfriend’s patents for Christmas day and had a great time. It was a real family day with my boyfriend’s sister staying and Granddad joining us for the meal. My boyfriend loves fancy wrappings and it was a shame to open everything.We got some great presents. I, practical as ever, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113603994314247761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113603994314247761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113509622692639472</id><published>2005-12-20T09:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-20T16:30:26.990Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas chill</title><summary type='text'>5 days to go!!! I have a few last minute things to buy and need to get some gifts for my senior team at work and then I am all done. This has been a relatively stress free run up to Christmas mainly because my perfect boyfriend loves shopping and planning. He has done most of the preliminary scouting so all I need to do is check out a shortlist of approved gifts for friends and family and make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113509622692639472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113509622692639472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-chill.html' title='Christmas chill'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113463642394723526</id><published>2005-12-15T08:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-15T08:47:37.296Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy head</title><summary type='text'>Please be Friday. Please be Friday. Please be Friday. *screws up eyes and wishes very hard*Had a lovely evening last night with some friends coming for dinner and staying over with their little baby. Enjoyable evening and as the super-efficient boyfriend had done most of the cooking and cleaning I just had to look handsome and entertain with my sparkling wit.However, drinking and late night </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113463642394723526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113463642394723526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/12/sleepy-head.html' title='Sleepy head'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113413732752128114</id><published>2005-12-09T13:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-09T14:08:47.573Z</updated><title type='text'>Is it really possible?</title><summary type='text'>I know I am not the first person to blog about evolution versus creationism (the doctrine that claims human origins are recent and divine), but I find it impossible to believe the recent findings of a CBS poll. The poll found that 51 per cent of Americans rejected the theory of evolution, believing instead that God created humans in their present form. Yes – 51% of the dumbos reject the theory of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113413732752128114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113413732752128114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/12/is-it-really-possible.html' title='Is it really possible?'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113387449392986878</id><published>2005-12-06T12:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-06T13:08:13.993Z</updated><title type='text'>What a Gay Day!</title><summary type='text'>So, Civil Partnerships are here and 1,200 couples have already registered their intention to sign the register. Even Elton has got in on the act. The BBC reports that Brighton and Hove will be conducting 198 ceremonies before the end of the year. Overall, the city has taken 510 bookings for the coming months, thought to be the highest in the country. Other cities which have seen strong interest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113387449392986878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113387449392986878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-gay-day.html' title='What a Gay Day!'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113327180528945764</id><published>2005-11-29T13:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-29T13:48:38.786Z</updated><title type='text'>Sorry my son - no dick munchers in the church please.</title><summary type='text'>Another example of the stupidity of the Catholic Church has been revealed with the issuing of a statement on homosexuals and the priesthood, affirming that those with gay "tendencies" should not be ordained. Although the document also bans supporters of "gay culture" from entering the priesthood it says that men who have "overcome" their homosexuality for at least three years would be accepted as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113327180528945764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113327180528945764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/11/sorry-my-son-no-dick-munchers-in.html' title='Sorry my son - no dick munchers in the church please.'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113327059559304047</id><published>2005-11-29T09:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-29T13:23:15.646Z</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to outstay my welcome but...</title><summary type='text'>I was really pleased to be having my brother, his partner and their baby staying over the weekend. My niece is crawling now and needs to be watched constantly as she is off and away as soon as you turn your back. Nothing is safe, although I was more worried about her pulling something on top of her or finding lots of dangerous things hidden under sofas etc. We had just had an old marble fireplace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113327059559304047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113327059559304047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-dont-want-to-outstay-my-welcome-but.html' title='I don&apos;t want to outstay my welcome but...'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113292140407579515</id><published>2005-11-25T12:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-25T12:23:24.100Z</updated><title type='text'>Economical decison making</title><summary type='text'>I haven’t had time for posting much lately. I have been off work with some kind of virus for a couple of days and back to Birmingham for my MSc. I met with my supervisor and actually have a clearer picture of how my dissertation could proceed. I will be exploring how well managers in the NHS understand the terminology of health economics, and whether this kind of information is considered in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113292140407579515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113292140407579515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/11/economical-decison-making.html' title='Economical decison making'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113200428242123331</id><published>2005-11-14T21:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:38:02.440Z</updated><title type='text'>Are you OK buddy?</title><summary type='text'>Sadly, we will be attending the funeral of a friend’s mother tomorrow.  It is one of those occasions were the usual platitudes just don’t cut it. I have no idea how to express my sympathy for him and his family. I cannot begin to imagine how I would feel in his position. It must equally as strange for people who are grieving as they are now in the position of trying to deal with all these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113200428242123331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113200428242123331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/11/are-you-ok-buddy.html' title='Are you OK buddy?'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113173624963895515</id><published>2005-11-11T18:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-11T19:10:49.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Blair out of touch?</title><summary type='text'>On Wednesday the House of Commons defeated the Government’s amendment to detain individuals for 90 days without trial. I have been shocked at the vehement support by the cabinet for extending the detention period for terror suspects to 90 days. I have been so angry about the arrogance of the Government in trying to push this through that I have written to my MP, Jim Cousins. He voted against the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113173624963895515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113173624963895515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/11/blair-out-of-touch.html' title='Blair out of touch?'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113130067426236926</id><published>2005-11-06T18:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-06T18:24:27.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Tears for Tivo</title><summary type='text'>It was a sad day yesterday as we bid farewell to Tivo. He has been a loyal friend for a few years now but he simply cannot compete with the new boys in town. Yes, he can pinpoint just the kind of programmes he thinks we like, introducing us to The Mighty Boosh, Come Dine With Me, The Thick of It and endless World War 2 documentaries.To be honest, there is nothing wrong with Tivo. The control has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113130067426236926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113130067426236926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/11/tears-for-tivo.html' title='Tears for Tivo'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113086904019412072</id><published>2005-11-01T18:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:07:05.890Z</updated><title type='text'>Harry's hot hug!</title><summary type='text'>Time for another picture in the recurring series of Prince Harry. Someone sent me this and I have lost their email – so thanks whoever it was! Another great short of Harry at a polo match. He is obviously pleased with his somewhat aloof team mate. Not as obviously horny as the last one, but very cute.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113086904019412072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113086904019412072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/11/harrys-hot-hug.html' title='Harry&apos;s hot hug!'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113049622599040097</id><published>2005-10-28T11:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T11:43:46.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a pecking order for human rights?</title><summary type='text'>George Takei, who played Sulu in Star Trek has come out in the current issue of Frontiers. He is starring in a new play and told journalists that “The world has changed from when I was a young teen feeling ashamed for being gay. The issue of gay marriage is now a political issue. That would have been unthinkable when I was young.” He has lived with his partner, Brad Altman, for 18 years.This is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113049622599040097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113049622599040097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-there-pecking-order-for-human.html' title='Is there a pecking order for human rights?'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-113026365298829538</id><published>2005-10-26T09:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T10:29:50.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We have been back from Venezuela for over four weeks now and I have definitely got the post holiday blues. It is dark, rainy and grey. We have work outstanding on the house and I have a 10,000-word dissertation to finish by January, which I have hardly started.Doom and gloom aside we had a great holiday. I haven’t had a lot of time for posting since I got back and well post a few photos over the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113026365298829538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/113026365298829538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/10/we-have-been-back-from-venezuela-for.html' title=''/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112929257713306679</id><published>2005-10-14T13:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T13:22:57.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay-Partner Suit is Tossed</title><summary type='text'>Another example of the US having antiquated and discriminatory laws in this story from NY Daily News, about a judicial decision that John Langan cannot sue St. Vincent's Medical Centre for allegedly causing the death of his partner, Neal Spicehandler. The panel's majority said it could not uphold the ruling because the couple's civil union from Vermont is not a marital relationship, making Langan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112929257713306679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112929257713306679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/10/gay-partner-suit-is-tossed.html' title='Gay-Partner Suit is Tossed'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112867531515754225</id><published>2005-10-07T09:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:14:02.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Venomous little buggers</title><summary type='text'>As if I needed any further proof that exercise was bad for you my partner had a rather alarming incident yesterday while out running.He takes a pretty standard route around the block and then over fields and back again. Yesterday he had only been out for about 10 minutes when the door went and I heard "I'm OK, but I need your help now." As he had started his run he had been attacked by a swarm of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112867531515754225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112867531515754225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/10/venomous-little-buggers.html' title='Venomous little buggers'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112662303998421355</id><published>2005-09-13T15:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T15:50:39.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in two weeks</title><summary type='text'>Been crazy busy getting ready for holiday. Off to Venezuela tomorrow!Everything done at work – checkBags packed – checkPassport, tickets, money – checkBalls shaved – checkKeys left with friend – checkExcited and ready to go – check!!See you in a couple of weeks Jay x</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112662303998421355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112662303998421355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-in-two-weeks.html' title='Back in two weeks'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112600418728577307</id><published>2005-09-06T11:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T11:56:27.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Essential Packing</title><summary type='text'>What are the things that you always forget to take on holiday? We head off to Venezuela in 7 days time and we are trying to get our bags packed. Washing and ironing done, books selected and vaccinations complete – but what are the extra things that you always forget?My mother says I should take pegs, rubber bands and a sewing kit. What else do you think I need to take?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112600418728577307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112600418728577307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/09/essential-packing.html' title='Essential Packing'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112564676994461006</id><published>2005-09-02T08:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T08:39:30.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What the F***?</title><summary type='text'>"We have had to let the sickest patients die as we have had no more drugs""People were raped in there. People were killed in there. We had multiple riots""They have M-16s and are locked and loaded. These troops know how to shoot and kill and I expect they will.""Corpses were said to be rotting in the streets or floating through the floodwaters.""People are dying, they're dying. Babies are dying, </summary><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/low/world/americas/4206620.stm' title='What the F***?'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112564676994461006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112564676994461006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-f.html' title='What the F***?'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112547842022927285</id><published>2005-08-31T09:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T09:53:40.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Needs Good Neighbours</title><summary type='text'>I think that my boyfriend and I are good neighbours. We are polite to others on the street, keep our property neat and tidy, repaint outside masonry and woodwork, always bring the bin in after collection, rarely play loud music late at night and keep an eye out for unusual activity (OK, OK, I am an inveterate curtain twitcher!).I did worry before we moved in that we may get some hassle as a gay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112547842022927285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112547842022927285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/08/everybody-needs-good-neighbours.html' title='Everybody Needs Good Neighbours'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112480455920204987</id><published>2005-08-23T14:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T14:42:39.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How to...</title><summary type='text'>It is true that the net is an amazing place – want to see photos of small monkeys? – then go here. Want to get a design for a lego CD holder - go here. Need to know the dates of the nearest brick themed events near you? - don't worry - here you go. Best of all - pissed of by Bush? Want to piss on him? - knock youself out with these. Old story I know, but couldn't resist posting them. </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.democracymeansyou.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;Store_Code=DS&amp;Product_Code=STK-B-URINAL&amp;Category_Code=NEW' title='How to...'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112480455920204987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112480455920204987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-to.html' title='How to...'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112471301519661155</id><published>2005-08-22T12:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:05:51.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Godfather</title><summary type='text'>Just found out at the weekend that I will be a godfather to my niece – as you can see, she was coyly pleased to hear the news.Of course the big dilemma (bigger than what I should wear), is what to buy as a christening gift? I don't want to buy a peter rabbit mug or a sterling silver first tooth box from Argos, so what is left? Favourite choice so far is the man in the moon teething ring from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112471301519661155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112471301519661155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/08/godfather.html' title='Godfather'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112443819932435633</id><published>2005-08-19T08:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T09:00:06.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo Mowlam</title><summary type='text'>It is very sad to hear that Mo Mowlam has died, especially as she was only 55. It is not clear whether her death is related to her previous brain tumour. She went into hospital at the end of July before being moved to a hospice.She was one member of the Labour party who it was hard not to admire and respect, regardless of your political persuasion. She took brave and decisive action during her </summary><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/low/uk_politics/4126986.stm' title='Mo Mowlam'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112443819932435633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112443819932435633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/08/mo-mowlam.html' title='Mo Mowlam'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112418778542432009</id><published>2005-08-16T11:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T08:48:38.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Lost</title><summary type='text'>It may seem a little insensitive to post about Lost so soon after the tragic crash in Greece, but I am totally addicted. The back stories for the characters add something to the wider crash story that unites the main characters. (Pity the poor extras who may get the occasional line, but you know they will only be in the spotlight before their tragic demise!)I thought Jack was cute at first, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112418778542432009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112418778542432009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-lost.html' title='I am Lost'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112383384490155270</id><published>2005-08-12T08:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T16:09:06.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen and the art of report writing</title><summary type='text'>I haven't really had the time or the inclination to post over the last week. This is mainly as we spent most of last weekend at my partner's parents and the hospital, following his father having a heart attack. He is at home now and well after having an angiogram identifying a narrowed artery and then an angioplasty to insert a stent. It was a real shock for everyone and it does make you stop and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112383384490155270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112383384490155270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/08/zen-and-art-of-report-writing.html' title='Zen and the art of report writing'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111678640306662047</id><published>2005-08-04T07:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T20:36:05.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit And Spin</title><summary type='text'>Great article on Sit and Spin, a straight guy's guide to gay sex. Worth checking out, just for the cute little graphics.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.sitandspinmagazine.com/1203/straightman.php' title='Sit And Spin'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111678640306662047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111678640306662047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/08/sit-and-spin.html' title='Sit And Spin'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112309862688591488</id><published>2005-08-03T20:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T20:50:26.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>KINKY KINGA HAS A LOTTA BOTTLE</title><summary type='text'>I didn’t think that I would post about Big Brother, but I couldn’t not comment on Kinga’s squat onto a wine bottle before lying on the grass after announcing “She was off to masturbate with a bottle.” I was actually shocked, Craig’s incessant fawning over Anthony has been cringe worthy enough, but this reached new heights of depravity. I am not surprised so m any people have complained – I am not</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/bigbrother/tm_objectid=15813617%26method=full%26siteid=94762%26headline=kinky%2dkinga%2dhas%2da%2dlotta%2dbottle-name_page.html' title='KINKY KINGA HAS A LOTTA BOTTLE'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112309862688591488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112309862688591488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/08/kinky-kinga-has-lotta-bottle.html' title='KINKY KINGA HAS A LOTTA BOTTLE'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112306982263182807</id><published>2005-08-03T12:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T12:50:22.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MP3 or not MP3, that is the question</title><summary type='text'>My boyfriend has just bought the Sony NW-HD5 MP3 player with a 20GB memory – looks pretty sleek and will hold more tracks than you could possibly want. I have also been toying with buying one – mainly for plane journeys and the beach – have to be honest that I doubt I will get much more use. I certainly won't be listening to it as I walk down the street with my friends, which is what I see loads </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112306982263182807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112306982263182807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/08/mp3-or-not-mp3-that-is-question.html' title='MP3 or not MP3, that is the question'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112300703443475130</id><published>2005-08-02T19:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T20:40:24.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Harry</title><summary type='text'>Regular readers will ,know that I have a massive fetish for the 2 princes. Couldn't resist posting this picture of Prince Harry. Looks like an old photo, but pretty hot!Previously, Harry Polo grope and Will in speedos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112300703443475130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112300703443475130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/08/dirty-harry.html' title='Dirty Harry'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112263212349215975</id><published>2005-07-29T10:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T11:15:23.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly who?</title><summary type='text'>Just read that Jude Kelly has been appointed the first artistic director of London's South Bank Centre. She will be responsible for programmes at the Royal Festival Hall, Queen Elizabeth Hall, Purcell Room and Hayward Gallery. A few years ago me and my boyfriend (my boyfriend and I?) went to see the Wizard of Oz stage show at the West Yorkshire Playhouse in Leeds (yes I suppose that is a bit if a</summary><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/low/entertainment/arts/4725133.stm' title='Kelly who?'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112263212349215975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112263212349215975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/07/kelly-who.html' title='Kelly who?'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112238588535379116</id><published>2005-07-28T16:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T17:05:32.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When did being liberal become a bad thing?</title><summary type='text'>Great post the other day by Brent about the differences between websites and blogs by gay democrats and gay republicans.  He is right that the republican view: that being liberal is a bad thing, is just plain crazy. What is the opposite of being liberal? My thesaurus suggests: narrow-minded, small-minded, prejudiced, bigoted, blinkered, insular, intolerant, biased and fanatical. Are these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112238588535379116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112238588535379116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/07/when-did-being-liberal-become-bad.html' title='When did being liberal become a bad thing?'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112248054830862915</id><published>2005-07-27T17:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T17:11:01.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion tips from the Doctor</title><summary type='text'>My boyfriend was wondering what the new Dr Who look will be like after David Tennant's outfit was described as "the type of man Kate Moss might date, with a just-got-out-of-bed, dragged-through-a-hedge-backwards, only-thing-I-could-find look. David Tennant says of his  new look: "I think we've come up with something distinctive that's both timeless and modern, with a bit of geek chic and of </summary><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/low/magazine/4717755.stm' title='Fashion tips from the Doctor'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112248054830862915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112248054830862915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/07/fashion-tips-from-doctor.html' title='Fashion tips from the Doctor'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112236832031049215</id><published>2005-07-26T09:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T09:58:40.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all going on a summer holiday</title><summary type='text'>We have finally booked our holiday! 2 weeks on the island of Margarita, off the north coast of Venezuela. We go in the middle of September and I cannot wait. I hadn't realised how much I needed a holiday until last week when I was off work with swollen glands, sore throat, fever and self-pity. After sleeping for 3 days I thought a break might be in order.The hotel looks great with 8 pools, </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.lagunamar.com.ve/eng-index.htm' title='We&apos;re all going on a summer holiday'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112236832031049215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112236832031049215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/07/were-all-going-on-summer-holiday.html' title='We&apos;re all going on a summer holiday'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112194205170043471</id><published>2005-07-21T11:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T11:35:24.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotty's ashes to hit outer space</title><summary type='text'>There is absolutely no way I couldn't post about this story. The ashes of Star Trek actor James Doohan, (who played engineer Scotty ), are to be sent into space at his request. He died of pneumonia and Alzheimer's disease at his home in Washington on Wednesday. His agent said Doohan and his wife Wende had discussed sending his ashes into space, following those of Star Trek creator Gene </summary><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/low/entertainment/tv_and_radio/4702503.stm' title='Scotty&apos;s ashes to hit outer space'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112194205170043471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112194205170043471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/07/scottys-ashes-to-hit-outer-space.html' title='Scotty&apos;s ashes to hit outer space'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112177923645226171</id><published>2005-07-19T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T14:56:21.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Front Page news!</title><summary type='text'>Here is a link to the front page of yesterday’s Newcastle Chronicle – me and my boyfriend are at the back of this photo. We are going to order some hard copies as lovely gifts for our parents! My mother was actually a little shocked when I told we had done this - even going as far as to say that we "were very saucy", whereas my boyfreind's parents didn't bat an eyelid.We are the in the two red </summary><link rel='related' href='http://3276.e-printphoto.co.uk/icnew/index.cfm?z=z&amp;CFID=2695146&amp;CFTOKEN=54587625&amp;y=y&amp;p_id=1507620&amp;c_id=23320&amp;action=view' title='Front Page news!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112177923645226171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112177923645226171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/07/front-page-news.html' title='Front Page news!'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112161066786535016</id><published>2005-07-17T14:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T17:33:40.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   Today was the usual mundane activity.Get up at 2.30 amTrim pubesShowerGo to public placeStrip and pose naked for mass art installationYes, today was the Spencer Tunick naked photography project at the Newcastle Gateshead quayside. My boyfriend decided top join the experience, so we got up at 2.30 this morning and headed down to the quayside to be part of a huge ‘nekkid’ experience. There were </summary><link rel='related' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/06/booty-call.html' title=''/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112161066786535016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112161066786535016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/07/today-was-usual-mundane-activity.html' title=''/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112136196090705294</id><published>2005-07-14T18:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T18:31:53.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The (not so) Great Yorkshire Show</title><summary type='text'>Today I was meant to be visiting delightful Harrogate for a legal seminar. I allowed a couple of hours, which is pretty standard, but ended up being an hour and a half late due to the diversions for the bloody Great Yorkshire Show. I ended up going through Knaresborough, getting lost and spending another half hour in gridlocked traffic. I finally got there, parked the car and decided to get a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112136196090705294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112136196090705294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/07/not-so-great-yorkshire-show.html' title='The (not so) Great Yorkshire Show'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112124754579121182</id><published>2005-07-13T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T10:39:05.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays, humiliation and talking dolls.</title><summary type='text'>It was my boyfriend’s birthday yesterday. We decided not to take the day off – although I think he was ‘working from home’ most of the afternoon, which seems to involve sunbathing and light housework. No doubt, today will be similarly spent, while I rush around ensuring threat the NHS keeps running!Anyway, I arrived home to find he was out. I took the opportunity to pile all his presents up in an</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112124754579121182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112124754579121182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/07/birthdays-humiliation-and-talking.html' title='Birthdays, humiliation and talking dolls.'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112081103171933157</id><published>2005-07-08T09:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:23:52.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack on london</title><summary type='text'>There isn't a great deal that I can say that hasn't already been eloquently said by others (Trunkguy and Terreus) Ken Livingstone's statement on events captures some of the disbelief, horror and determination to overcome adversity that will be evident across the country today, and in future weeks. Coming on the back of the successful Olympic bid, Live8 and the hope of a better world future with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112081103171933157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112081103171933157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/07/attack-on-london.html' title='Attack on london'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112066737833222281</id><published>2005-07-06T17:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T17:29:38.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Back Chirac</title><summary type='text'>Hooray for London! Now that isn't something you will hear me saying every day. London is usually the loud, smoky city where irritating southerners live. Today, however, it is the centre of the sporting spotlight with the news that London will host the Olympics in 2012. I am really pleased with this outcome. I love visiting my friends in Paris, but the French (well the Parisians really) are far </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112066737833222281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112066737833222281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/07/get-back-chirac.html' title='Get Back Chirac'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112050389413189759</id><published>2005-07-04T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T20:04:57.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did the weekend go?</title><summary type='text'>Another weekend has gone in the blink of an eye and it is time for the working week again. I was on-call on Friday night. For the first time I didn’t get any calls. Nevertheless, we stayed in and I wasn’t allowed a Friday night drink in case I needed to go out. Calls are usually about finding a bed for a patient, patients gone AWOL etc. Usually, easy to sort out, but a pain if the call is at 3 am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112050389413189759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112050389413189759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-did-weekend-go.html' title='Where did the weekend go?'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-112008046339633731</id><published>2005-06-29T22:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T22:27:43.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinflint</title><summary type='text'>June is always a mad month. As well as my birthday, it is father’s day and three close friends have their birthdays over two days. Now we are almost into July, which is my gorgeous boyfriend’s birthday. I have got a few things already for him, (don’t go looking if you are reading this honey!), but really wanted to get this.It is a prop wine bottle from Moulin Rouge and I thought it was pretty</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.propstore.com/list/cat_id/8/pos/0/num_display/15/view/0/ob/itm/movs/108' title='Skinflint'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112008046339633731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/112008046339633731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/06/skinflint.html' title='Skinflint'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111955181685448536</id><published>2005-06-23T19:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T19:40:11.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday/Garden photos</title><summary type='text'>Willie has been posting about his garden recently and I did promise some photos from the garden. We had spent a couple of days tidying and rejuvenating the plants in preparation. The Barbecue was a present to ourselves. It costs a fortune to fill with charcoal and smokes all over you but it looks great!This is the one of the poppies that have grown this year. Last year there were plenty of leaves</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111955181685448536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111955181685448536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/06/birthdaygarden-photos.html' title='Birthday/Garden photos'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111891523659867679</id><published>2005-06-16T10:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T10:47:16.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Booty Call 2</title><summary type='text'>I mentioned the other day about registering for the whole ‘Get Naked’ experience with Tunick. I have been trying to imagine what it will be like being naked with hundreds of strangers. It is not like some big back room orgy, this will be men and women, young and old who are probably just as regular as me in their day-to-day lives.   Apart from the obvious diet that I have started (no alcohol, </summary><link rel='related' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/06/booty-call.html' title='Booty Call 2'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111891523659867679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111891523659867679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/06/booty-call-2.html' title='Booty Call 2'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111868276353512653</id><published>2005-06-13T18:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T18:12:43.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday blog</title><summary type='text'>I missed posting about my birthday. It was last Thursday and I have had the last 5 days off work doing absolutely nothing! It has been one of the most relaxing weeks in ages. Most of the time was spent in the garden, either reading in the sun, re-potting plants, painting or chillin’ out. Played video games, watched box-set of Alias, baked cakes, washed car, tidied up piles of papers and eaten </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111868276353512653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111868276353512653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/06/birthday-blog.html' title='Birthday blog'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111779983671734242</id><published>2005-06-03T12:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T13:00:29.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The porn princess andthe Indian computer whizz and the poker bet that made $10bn</title><summary type='text'>An article about the rise of poker in the Guardian caught my eye (well it would with a title like that above!) The rise of poker: is particularly prominent online where PartyPoker has just been floated for nearly 10 million dollars. The Guardian comments on the success for the two founders: "Perhaps the most extraordinary part of the story is that Ms Parasol and Mr Dikshit, pronounced Dixit, were</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.guardian.co.uk/online/news/0,12597,1498367,00.html' title='The porn princess andthe Indian computer whizz and the poker bet that made $10bn'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111779983671734242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111779983671734242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/06/porn-princess-andthe-indian-computer.html' title='The porn princess andthe Indian computer whizz and the poker bet that made $10bn'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111770690520413103</id><published>2005-06-02T11:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T11:13:00.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Booty Call!</title><summary type='text'>I have registered today to take part in a Spencer Tunick installation happening in Newcastle this July. Tunick is famous for his large scale nude installations that can involve up to several thousand nude figures arranged in public places. The blurb on the Baltic site says:“Tunick’s site-specific installations follow on the tradition of land art. Working directly in the landscape, the artist uses</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.balticprojects.org/tunick/' title='Booty Call!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111770690520413103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111770690520413103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/06/booty-call.html' title='Booty Call!'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111762642532783371</id><published>2005-06-01T12:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T12:47:05.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pope is a Bummer</title><summary type='text'>Sorry if this is old news - but just caught up with this news thanks to my boyfriend and Mikado for pointing me to the popbitch rumour that Rome's gay scene is buzzing with the rumour that Pope Benedict XVI has a secret priest lover. The money is on... his 55-year-old ex-secretary Josef Clemens.I would love this to be true - the hypocritical old fart!Already the Vatican, under the new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111762642532783371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111762642532783371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/06/pope-is-bummer.html' title='The Pope is a Bummer'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111762221086689289</id><published>2005-06-01T11:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:36:50.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bingo-Bango</title><summary type='text'>We have had another busy bank holiday weekend – plenty of work, rest and play. Friday was a friend’s 40th birthday and as part of the celebrations (they carry on until next weekend) she had booked us to play bingo at the local Mecca. I have never been into a bingo hall, so it was quite an adventure. We arrived after the first sitting had started, so by the time we were all signed in and bought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111762221086689289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111762221086689289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/06/bingo-bango.html' title='Bingo-Bango'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111709538673536188</id><published>2005-05-26T09:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T09:16:26.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Family of faggot fans fly the flag</title><summary type='text'>I was trying to define faggot, as in the British delicacy. I got as far as "Essentially big meat(y) balls made from pork liver and pork", when I thought I'd check the web - I was astounded to read the(old) news of the Doody family from Wolverhampton who were crowned ‘The Faggot Family’ in a national competition in 2003. They won the exciting privilgea of launching National Faggot Week.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/2698507.stm' title='Family of faggot fans fly the flag'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111709538673536188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111709538673536188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/05/family-of-faggot-fans-fly-flag.html' title='Family of faggot fans fly the flag'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111692231703722497</id><published>2005-05-24T09:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T09:11:57.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crinkly Old Man</title><summary type='text'>Welshcake reminded me that I haven't posted about stopping smoking yet. I stopped on the 6 May – I know the easy question is ‘What took you so long?’ Whatever – at least I have now. What was my motivation? It wasn’t really the benefits to my health, although I do feel better.It wasn’t the smell – although old jackets from smoking days stink.It wasn’t even the cost – although I could afford a </summary><link rel='related' href='http://welshcake.com/may05.html#14052005' title='Crinkly Old Man'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111692231703722497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111692231703722497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/05/crinkly-old-man.html' title='Crinkly Old Man'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111683640361691170</id><published>2005-05-23T09:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T09:20:03.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BBC staff strike over job cuts</title><summary type='text'>I switched on the radio as usual this morning to hear ‘Just a minute.’ Normally, this would be great, but considering it was 7.30 am, (yes, overslept again), I was a bit confused as I was expecting the Today Programme . I wasn’t sure if it meant I had slept right through from Sunday night to Wednesday evening, or if this meant the country was at war and the BBC were off air while information was </summary><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/low/entertainment/tv_and_radio/4570237.stm' title='BBC staff strike over job cuts'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111683640361691170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111683640361691170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/05/bbc-staff-strike-over-job-cuts.html' title='BBC staff strike over job cuts'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111651374677897953</id><published>2005-05-19T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T15:42:26.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be a Domestic God</title><summary type='text'>Dantallion posted the other day about realising that domestic chores and a quiet home life can easily stop you being a social as you were in your twenties. (There was a lot more to his post, but you get the gist) I am sure that my boyfriend would say that I have fallen into the same trap. He is the one who has to bully cajole me into going out and having fun. Trying a new bar or a restaurant is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111651374677897953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111651374677897953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-to-be-domestic-god.html' title='How to be a Domestic God'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111634280657996949</id><published>2005-05-17T16:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T16:13:26.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The times they are a changing</title><summary type='text'>I didn’t know that it was International Day against Homophobia (IDAHO), and it took the Daily Mail to remind me! Their website reports that ‘Homophobia continues to be a "serious problem" across Europe’, noting that, it was only 15 years ago today that homosexuality was removed from an official World Health Organisation list of mental disorders.' Josep Borrell, the President of the European </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/worldnews.html?in_article_id=349086&amp;in_page_id=1811' title='The times they are a changing'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111634280657996949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111634280657996949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/05/times-they-are-changing.html' title='The times they are a changing'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111631896526411865</id><published>2005-05-17T09:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T09:36:05.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylie Minogue has Breast Cancer</title><summary type='text'>The news that Kylie Minogue has been diagnosed with early stage breast cancer hit me a little this morning. It was the second item on the Radio 4 8 am bulletin, which was a surprise in itself. She is such a lovely little pocket Aussie. Hope she is Ok. The only silver lining (if there is one) is that this could do a lot to promote self-examinations and awareness for a whole generation of women.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/low/entertainment/music/4554035.stm' title='Kylie Minogue has Breast Cancer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111631896526411865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111631896526411865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/05/kylie-minogue-has-breast-cancer.html' title='Kylie Minogue has Breast Cancer'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111588523537102291</id><published>2005-05-12T09:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T16:37:47.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, the World has Gone Mad</title><summary type='text'>According to this story on the BBC site we don't need to worry about our cars catching viruses from mobile phones. Well, I can sleep safely now, as that has kept me awake with unparalleled fears many a night! I just need some research to now confirm that I am safe from my kettle and toaster becoming infected.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/low/technology/4536307.stm' title='Yes, the World has Gone Mad'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111588523537102291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111588523537102291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/05/yes-world-has-gone-mad.html' title='Yes, the World has Gone Mad'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111579878899141944</id><published>2005-05-11T09:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T16:56:24.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'til the Cows Come Home</title><summary type='text'>Living where we do in Newcastle has several good points:  We have good access to the city centre (15 minute walk) Close to the main transport links We are not surrounded by a transient student population Good schools close by (for when we come to sell), We are bordered by the town moor and parks We usually walk across the moor to get to our local pub - it is a 15 minute walk – this is the only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111579878899141944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111579878899141944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/05/til-cows-come-home.html' title='&apos;til the Cows Come Home'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111562585604250623</id><published>2005-05-09T09:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T09:04:16.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All Change</title><summary type='text'>A usual, following the General Election, there has been a reshuffle of the cabinet. Geoff Hoon leaves defence to become the Lord Privy Seal and Leader of the House of Commons. I know what the Leader of the House does, but I had never heard of the Lord Privy Seal Apparently, this is one of the traditional sinecure offices in the British Cabinet. Originally, its holder was responsible for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111562585604250623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111562585604250623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/05/all-change.html' title='All Change'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111520334789859937</id><published>2005-05-04T11:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T11:42:28.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Normal</title><summary type='text'>I finally feel as if my life is getting back to normal. Last week I handed in my last assignment for my MSc. Two years of weeks away in Birmingham and weekends researching journals have come to an end - well at least until my dissertation starts. I am pretty confident that I have passed all my assignments with high enough marks to proceed to the dissertation, with a few recent assignments scoring</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111520334789859937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111520334789859937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/05/back-to-normal.html' title='Back To Normal'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111434560455011500</id><published>2005-04-24T13:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T13:26:44.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perseverance Pays Off!</title><summary type='text'>I posted the other day about my ongoing mobile phone theft/loss saga. My insurance claim was rejected, I appealed and they have accepted my appeal! So, I should get my new phone early this week. I am sure lots of people get their claim rejected and just accept it. Lesson for today - Perseverance Pays Off!!</summary><link rel='related' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/04/phone-theft.html' title='Perseverance Pays Off!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111434560455011500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111434560455011500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/04/perseverance-pays-off.html' title='Perseverance Pays Off!'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111401206103072601</id><published>2005-04-20T16:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T16:55:23.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Japanese Name Is...Shuichi Kimura</title><summary type='text'>Another of those useless name generators - when I should be really clearing my mailbox of the 105 emails. Loved the graphic though, so posted anyway. According to Google, Shuichi Kimura is also a professor at Showa Women's University, vice president (car carrier services) for K-Line, ex-executive vice president of Nippon Steel Corporation and a the holder of a failed patent application for a </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/outcome.php' title='Your Japanese Name Is...Shuichi Kimura'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111401206103072601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111401206103072601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/04/your-japanese-name-isshuichi-kimura.html' title='Your Japanese Name Is...Shuichi Kimura'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111390909816002897</id><published>2005-04-19T12:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T12:11:38.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone theft</title><summary type='text'>I posted the other day about my mobile phone being stolen. I was in a local bar, which was crowded pre-match, (Newcastle vs. Sporting), the bar is only a stones throw from St James’ Park, so many people had popped in for a drink before heading to the ground.I realised after most people had left that my phone wasn’t in my jacket. I may have lost it on the walk down, but assumed someone had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111390909816002897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111390909816002897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/04/phone-theft.html' title='Phone theft'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111381349771956749</id><published>2005-04-18T09:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T09:57:20.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How Should I vote?</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Razorhead for pointing me towards this site. The site analyses your views on a range of issue: taxation, health, education etc and assesses how the main parties policies match these. I was surprised that the Green Party is most aligned with my views. Happily, the Tories and UKIP are not recommended choices for me. I am still a member of the Labour party and while not happy with </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.whoshouldyouvotefor.com/' title='How Should I vote?'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111381349771956749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111381349771956749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-should-i-vote.html' title='How Should I vote?'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111355132403297058</id><published>2005-04-15T08:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T08:48:44.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nancy Sinatra</title><summary type='text'>Last night we went to see Nancy Sinatra at the Sage Gateshead. It was a great show, she played a mix of old hits including Boots, Bang Bang, You Only Live Twice and some tracks form her new album (part written by Morrissey, Jarvis Cocker and Bono). She looked like my mum after a couple of sherries had given her the courage to hit the karaoke machine. There was no diva behaviour, she came into the</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.nancysinatra.com/about.html' title='Nancy Sinatra'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111355132403297058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111355132403297058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/04/nancy-sinatra.html' title='Nancy Sinatra'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111346440114322191</id><published>2005-04-14T08:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T08:40:01.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing </title><summary type='text'>I was flicking through Attitude magazine the other day and thinking in my 33-years-old way, that young gay men have never had it so good. I don’t begrudge them this at all and I don’t think it is all rosy, especially if you live outside of a major city. However, things are better than when I was young and thinking that I might be gay.I was a bit of a late developer. I didn’t have my first gay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111346440114322191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111346440114322191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/04/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing '/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111329899870097301</id><published>2005-04-12T10:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T12:40:45.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thin Edge of the Wedge</title><summary type='text'>I have always had a lot of time for Peter Tatchell. He has long been a lone voice advocating for human rights and has been prepared to stand up and be counted when the establishment prefers a quiet and diplomatic approach. I think there is room for both approaches, but he often seen as a member of the ‘Looney Left’ by the more right wing press.He has been particularly vocal about the human rights</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.planetout.com/news/article-print.html?2005/04/11/4' title='Thin Edge of the Wedge'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111329899870097301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111329899870097301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/04/thin-edge-of-wedge.html' title='Thin Edge of the Wedge'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111290449857418931</id><published>2005-04-07T21:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T21:08:18.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>V3 </title><summary type='text'>To the fucker who stole my mobile tonight - I have already cancelled both the SIM card and the handset. Here's hoping that karma rocks and you get your comeuppance.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://direct.motorola.com/ENG/web_producthome.asp?Country=GBR&amp;language=ENG&amp;productid=29236' title='V3 '/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111290449857418931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111290449857418931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/04/v3.html' title='V3 '/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5540463.post-111262632203037356</id><published>2005-04-05T11:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T11:37:58.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing the Professor</title><summary type='text'>When we moved into our house, nearly two years ago, we didn’t really have an idea how we wanted to decorate it. We had limited money and time and we were just happy to be there. Over the last 12 months we have made some changes: new furniture, painting, lighting etc. It is slowly coming together and the kitchen is being fitted at the end of April. This will mean that downstairs is almost done. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111262632203037356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5540463/posts/default/111262632203037356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaymaster.blogspot.com/2005/04/introducing-professor.html' title='Introducing the Professor'/><author><name>JayMaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06539773837617627122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.jaymaster.net/assets/images/me_profile3.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
