tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59436886988300306132024-03-13T13:40:35.664+00:00Thanks RufusThanks Rufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492629901892092464noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943688698830030613.post-85007667278227951352009-01-19T00:48:00.001+00:002009-01-19T00:48:48.103+00:00The Lowest Common Denominator - A Frustrating Fraction<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I’ve always been puzzled to just how the masses put up with listening to the same fifteen songs on the radio for six months without wanting to push a kebab skewer down their lugholes and scream for the endless ordeal of weak playlists and banal DJ chatter to end.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">So, going out to hear the same songs being played all over again in ‘fun’ pubs (who on earth came up with that name?), whilst drinking a health destroying amount of cheap alcohol and acting like an utter dick is obviously the best night out I could possibly dream of.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">The redevelopment work undertaken on Botchergate after all those accidental, but spookily well timed fires, is something the planners should really give themselves a huge pat on the back for. Their godlike, visionary genius in constructing the future of Carlisle’s nightlife has fully embraced the 21st century in Cumbria’s own backwardly, inimitable way, by offering weekend thrill seekers a thick slice from the huge pie of polished turds.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">We can stand proud, lift our heads high and rejoice in the fact we don’t need any local music scene or alternative culture; we’ve got Walkabout and Terminal One, so all the real music, art and originality of other cities can stand aside or be washed away on a tsunami of Blue WKD, chunky neon vomit and sexually transmitted disease.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">This article was meant to be about experiencing Botchergate completely sober and it seems that after more than a decade of black outs, blow outs and bad heads, the moment has finally arrived to sit back, sip my orange juice and casually observe the self abuse rituals of other people.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">From the white haired, old woman passed out in the chip shop with her purse wide open and pennies on the floor, to the curly headed teenager, joyously watching his own piss flow down the cracks of the pavement and giving an up to the minute commentary on just how well his wee was running; or even the couple who unsuccessfully try to resolve a drunken dispute by screaming at each other while the bloke protests his innocence. He eventually calls his girlfriend a “fucking divvy”, kicks some bin bags to bits and storms off in a self righteous huff.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">These are the scenes to be seen week in, week out on Carlisle’s ‘golden mile’ and it never fails to astonish me just how little we are aware that alcohol is one of the most destructive drugs on the planet.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">My own relationship with drink was never a healthy one, for every friend made and laugh had, there were the cycles of depression, isolation and feelings of inadequacy - I shouldn’t forget the stomach ulcer I gave myself before the age of 25 either.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Not all of it was a direct result of alcohol per se, but its easy availability, along with the ingrained social acceptability of getting drunk, made for an easy way to self medicate any underlying problems away for the night.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Even though I have my own issues with the bottle, it often makes me curious as to why others find the need to get themselves into such a state?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Take, for example, the girl who pulled my mate up to dance in Walkabout. As he stood there stiffly shuffling and looking like he’d left the coat hanger in his shirt before leaving the house, she moved herself in a co-ordinated and sultry manner, which exuded a rare kind of class you don’t often see amongst the throngs and thongs of un-rhythmic, stupefied young women, who end up oblivious to the fact their supposedly alluring dancing doesn’t look half as good in the real world as it does in their drunken heads.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Using a few drinks as a social tool to relax and let a few inhibitions fall is all well and good, but when two hours later you see the same girl in a bar across the road, stumbling around the floor and dancing like she’s recently recovered from a stroke, it’s at these points I wonder what makes it seem necessary for us to drink at such dangerously high levels?</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I’d have loved to have known what was going on in the minds of a few people the morning after the night before.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I don’t think I’ve laughed as hard in a long time after watching the girl with that ‘junk in her trunk’ (even though she could have done with unloading most of it at a car boot sale to be honest) make a terrible attempt to dance like Beyonce or any of the other myriad of over-produced, commercial R&B charts invaders over the past ten years.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Not only was she dancing with all the rhythmic precision of an arthritic, elderly relative at a wedding, she had also failed to notice her massive right breast had popped out the side of her badly fitting T-Shirt,still fully intact inside bra, bouncing around for the world to see.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">To make matters worse she was trying to sexily crouch down low, only to realise on getting right down, she didn’t have the strength to get back again and had to push herself up using my mate’s knee for leverage.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I would like to say this type of behaviour does absolutely nothing for you girls in any efforts in attracting men, but just like the moth, compelled to repeatedly smack its face off a light bulb, along came ‘Tapper’.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I remember seeing a wildlife program showing two swans perform a graceful, ballet together on the water as a pre-mating ritual. Well, once Tapper had arrived it was more 'mucky puddle' than 'swan lake'.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">He was checking his environment for potential mates by shuffling from side to side like a horny crab, using his hands like pincers to touch as many girls’ arses as he could then scuttling off before they could catch him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">He must have known he’d hit the jackpot when his eyes gazed upon an overtly sexual pantomime cow with its big udder hanging out.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Next thing you know, they’ve become intertwined, and in one particularly smooth move, Tapper pushes the poor girl up against the bar and starts dry humping her at the speed of a faulty pneumatic drill.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Whoever said romance was dead is a liar, it’s alive and well and lives down Botchergate.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Unfortunately for Tapper, the ‘we serve drinks not drunks’ policy was exercised by the bouncers and he saw his potential ride for the evening being chucked out onto the street for making a show of herself.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">The drunken love dance of Tapper and Ermintrude encapsulates just about everything Botchergate stands for. Newspapers across the land may constantly condemn Britain’s binge drinking culture, but when all the local council offers you is the option to experience the small town mentality of drinking, fighting and fucking what else are you supposed to do?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">The scary thing is, now that many of Carlisle’s alternative venues have closed down or are struggling to get people through the doors, the mixture of corporately owned chain pubs and the over-priced ‘classy’ bars frequented by hairdressers and Top Shop twats may one day be the only option for nights out on the town.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Carlisle was never a cultural hotbed of anything in particular, but since the regeneration of Botchergate it has become even more unimaginative and soulless.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">It’s often in these times of recession, the art world and music scene blossoms as people experiment with new ideas. Greedy club owners may begin to feel frightened they aren’t making the money they used to and allow different music policies into their clubs to see if it will attract new business.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">The ease of sharing, promoting and producing music, brought around by advances in technology and the internet revolutionising the way in which music is consumed,has seen so many genres and sub-genres mash with one another it eventually went on to surge a new pulse of life back into the underground clubs of Britain.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">It seems like with all this going on, Carlisle is still scratching around in the dirt of the dark ages; something even more apparent when you look at what's going on only an hour away in Newcastle.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">If the Bothcergate lifestyle is your thing; go out, get out of control, enjoy yourself and wake up the next morning feeling like death.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">This may be a top night out for many, but what happens to the rest of us who crave something that little bit different?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">By Tim Forrester</span></span>Thanks Rufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492629901892092464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943688698830030613.post-73166799975942860422009-01-18T23:43:00.002+00:002009-01-18T23:48:25.281+00:00News No. 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXO-zPtlmhI/AAAAAAAAAIA/aoJWWl_jyv8/s1600-h/img001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXO-zPtlmhI/AAAAAAAAAIA/aoJWWl_jyv8/s400/img001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292783774690810386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >By Sergio Grimaldi<br /><a href="http://www.shallowvalues.blogspot.com">www.shallowvalues.blogspot.com</a><br /></span>Thanks Rufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492629901892092464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943688698830030613.post-10896250810636021912009-01-18T23:20:00.005+00:002009-01-18T23:48:57.353+00:00Thanks Rufus Logo<span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXO5gyEkbWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Jg4Pyqv_B58/s1600-h/thanksrufus_logo.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXO5gyEkbWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Jg4Pyqv_B58/s400/thanksrufus_logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292777959938354530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;">Thanks Rufus logo by Laura Willis</span><br /><a href="http://www.gotasilvertooth.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:georgia;">www.gotasilvertooth.blogspot.com</span></a></span>Thanks Rufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492629901892092464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943688698830030613.post-62795881826125181272009-01-18T23:19:00.008+00:002009-01-19T00:10:05.547+00:00Found Notes Part 7<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXO5KXkvc2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/nTvpuQ1n0ZU/s1600-h/img012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXO5KXkvc2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/nTvpuQ1n0ZU/s400/img012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292777574868415330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Found on Eden Bridge</span></span>Thanks Rufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492629901892092464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943688698830030613.post-11788482997937465282009-01-18T22:02:00.007+00:002009-01-19T00:03:44.198+00:00Found Notes Part 6<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXOm-L5sanI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8GmO0SWM1hQ/s1600-h/found+note+6-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXOm-L5sanI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8GmO0SWM1hQ/s400/found+note+6-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292757574367341170" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXOm-WI2QSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/eoHUcqOpiE0/s1600-h/found+note+6-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXOm-WI2QSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/eoHUcqOpiE0/s400/found+note+6-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292757577115255074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Found near the swimming bathsThanks Rufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492629901892092464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943688698830030613.post-87303833595325734992009-01-18T16:38:00.004+00:002009-01-19T00:21:13.067+00:00Found Notes Part 5<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXNc790xIlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/70Mz4wNWcsg/s1600-h/img008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXNc790xIlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/70Mz4wNWcsg/s400/img008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292676172368388690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Found in a book at The House Clearance Centre, near Dixons ChimneyThanks Rufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492629901892092464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943688698830030613.post-44109137459434676962009-01-14T14:07:00.012+00:002009-01-14T14:24:37.450+00:00Face Painting<span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SW3zGBxHw7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/rTXUwAEXA7g/s1600-h/red-eye002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SW3yG_aBiqI/AAAAAAAAADs/WCokXokpdLg/s200/FACE-PAINT-2-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291151339143924386" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SW3x71SjcbI/AAAAAAAAADk/sEEQ7DPeiU4/s1600-h/FACE-PAINT-2-001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SW3x71SjcbI/AAAAAAAAADk/sEEQ7DPeiU4/s200/FACE-PAINT-2-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291151147449676210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">By Luke Stephenson</span><br /><a href="http://www.lukestephenson.com"><span style="font-family:georgia;">www.lukestephenson.com</span></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lukestephenson/"><span style="font-family:georgia;">www.flickr.com/photos/lukestephenson</span></a><br /></span>Thanks Rufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492629901892092464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943688698830030613.post-69539417240543983072008-12-11T16:46:00.006+00:002009-01-18T22:31:01.201+00:00Diary Of A Bitts Park Cottager<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Twenty minutes ago I was warm and comfortable lying on my bed watching</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> “Fuck off, I’m ginger” on BBC 3. And now, here i am walking past the castle,</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> on my way to the park, i've been here dozens of times before, yet i still have the same restless anticipation that i had the first time i visited.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> I’m now nearing my thirties, but my first visit was when i was thirteen. Nothing has changed.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Except that it is a lot quieter than it used to be.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I turn the corner leading to the car park; I can hear the drunkards from TC’S and the traffic from Hardwick circus. Once again the doubt creeps in, “what if I get caught, or murdered” yet still my feet take me forwards, into the dark.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">It’s a like a drug coming here, never knowing who’s lurking in the dark, every sense is sharpened you hear and see things that you know aren’t there. The very thought that within the next few minutes you will be getting fucked by a perfect stranger is the one thing that drives you on. The buzz is unbelievable.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">If it’s a busy weekend you can see the silhouettes moving among the trees, I’m walking along the track now, past the big house and the tennis courts, it’s a warm evening, although now its probably more like early morning. There were cars parked in the car park so I know there are men here, I have been enough times to recognise the park keepers car. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I can barley contain my excitement now. Its going to be at least a minute before my eyes adjust to the pitch blackness, the vague suggestion of streetlights from Stanwix and the main road do very little to illuminate the void. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I can see them now, at least three men, in the distance. They are walking aimlessly to and fro, the ritualistic gesture of gaining interest in one another.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">You see it works like this. If you want to tell if a man is interested in you, walk away from him, he will follow, and if he does lead him to a secluded area and he’s yours.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">This form of control is hard to master and even harder to regulate, as the power often shifts during the sex. I am a devout “bottom” meaning that if I were in a “man-woman” relationship, I would be the woman, although I seem to find it easier to initiate sex with men in public places then they do with myself.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The best thing about sex in parks or “cruising” is that it is almost entirely indiscriminate, you could be obese, unclean, middle aged, but still you WILL find sex, because it is not about the person, it’s about the moment. The sex and the rush. I must say that I am actually interested in older men. And I find them in abundance while cruising, sometimes fucking as many as six at once. It’s my heroin, my Achilles heel, it makes me feel so much more than I am usually capable of feeling, knowing that all of these men want me, when I usually have terrible luck with guys. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Instigating sex can be an awkward affair. The best way to do it is basically just get your cock out and start wanking. The usual sex that follows within this environment is your standard handjob, and maybe the odd blowjob.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> But fucking, rimming and all kinds of group sex go on in these places, and once you’ve shot your load you just zip up and leave without a word, In most cases right back to your wife and kids. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">It’s a very sordid affair and it can be very degrading. But at the same time It’s liberating. The whole disconnected aspect is very appealing, anonymous sex, you can be who you like or you can be no one at all. I see these men in town with their wives/girlfriends, in the pub, or even at work. But we do not acknowledge one another, discretion is key, we don’t fancy each other, most of these guys would much rather fuck your page three girls, but they know that they can fuck you in the arse and shoot their load in your mouth if they visit the park. All for no fee and no consequences.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">So on I walk through the park, it’s a very generic affair I see a guy and I lead him down to the side of the tennis courts, he does not speak, none of them do.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> He gets his cock out and down I go. Sucking away, slowly and deliberately the only time he speaks is when he asks me to turn around and without warning, pulls my jeans down and forces his cock up my arse. Its all over within moments and all I know about it is when I hear him zip up and walk away. I decide to stay a while in the park and see If I can “have” anybody else, but after half an hour of walking back and forth from the car park to the bridge, I decide that enough is enough.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> So I head home.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">TC’s is closed now and there is very little traffic. I forgot to bring my mp3 player so I can’t listen to any tunes. It’s a very quiet walk home, and every time I walk this walk I always feel the same sadness and the same small feeling of shame. But not because of what I do or where I do it, I still don’t know why but I’ll keep on visiting and maybe one day i will find out. After all there’s always tomorrow.<br /><br />By Anonymous</span><br /></span>Thanks Rufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492629901892092464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943688698830030613.post-589214074459735712008-08-19T19:03:00.001+01:002008-08-19T19:03:23.257+01:00Dave & Strawberry Fields<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHzHzG24XNE&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHzHzG24XNE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Credit to James Rhead</span></span>Thanks Rufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492629901892092464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943688698830030613.post-34223149993156458802008-08-19T18:58:00.010+01:002009-01-18T22:30:35.369+00:00Found Notes Part 4<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXOrcjSonNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OkgdxH9XJws/s1600-h/note_4_front.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXOrcjSonNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OkgdxH9XJws/s400/note_4_front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292762494088551634" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXOrc1WrHSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QPZGb4P2DDU/s1600-h/note_4_back.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXOrc1WrHSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QPZGb4P2DDU/s400/note_4_back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292762498937330978" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SKsJ265WaRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eEc5NOpUGvY/s1600-h/note_4_front.jpg"><br /></a>Thanks Rufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492629901892092464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943688698830030613.post-60440300898825260632008-08-19T18:56:00.002+01:002009-01-18T22:32:50.552+00:00Found Notes Part 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXOt4yQuQBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/S2kiqLBuMtU/s1600-h/note_3_front.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXOt4yQuQBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/S2kiqLBuMtU/s400/note_3_front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292765178166657042" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXOt5GdFj3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Rp6t2DjGONg/s1600-h/note_3_back.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXOt5GdFj3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Rp6t2DjGONg/s400/note_3_back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292765183587225458" border="0" /></a>Thanks Rufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492629901892092464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943688698830030613.post-43174055699878063122008-08-19T11:24:00.001+01:002009-01-18T22:34:51.966+00:00Found Notes Part 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXOuWE8rkpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lyoowT554zA/s1600-h/note_2_front.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXOuWE8rkpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lyoowT554zA/s400/note_2_front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292765681399075474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXOuVzABiRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Bs0mJxtMXoE/s1600-h/note_2_back.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXOuVzABiRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Bs0mJxtMXoE/s400/note_2_back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292765676581259538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span> </span>Thanks Rufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492629901892092464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943688698830030613.post-53523286053735533752008-08-18T23:48:00.006+01:002009-01-19T00:09:42.732+00:00Found Notes Part 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXPEeK9ssgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GfDQxOOf2Gw/s1600-h/note_1_front.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXPEeK9ssgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GfDQxOOf2Gw/s400/note_1_front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292790009708720642" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXPEYdYDpbI/AAAAAAAAAII/j05-Pim-Eg0/s1600-h/note_1_back.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_emvgK7NMtec/SXPEYdYDpbI/AAAAAAAAAII/j05-Pim-Eg0/s400/note_1_back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292789911571899826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Found on Scotland Road, near Simply Drinks<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span>Thanks Rufushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05492629901892092464noreply@blogger.com0