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  <title>what am i doing here?</title>
  <subtitle>i like pretty boys with silly hair</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-03-02T10:02:05Z</updated>
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    <title>FM on ITV2</title>
    <published>2009-03-02T10:02:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-02T10:02:05Z</updated>
    <category term="fm"/>
    <content type="html">I just watched FM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITV have realised that if they want to use the fword in the way real people use it they have to demote a show to ITV2. Fortunatley thay have had the sense to put it on the ITV player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I love Nina Sosanya. I find Chris O'Dowd funny and as long as he's not being a drunken dick throwing things at people Kevin bishop is talented and alright to look at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple that with the usual 'lie to impress the girl' 'misunderstand the mate' storylines and it adds up to something generally watchable that's not trying to be anything else. Add cameos from bands and singers, centre it around the relationship of the central three on the radio station and that's FM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch i here, unless you don't like the f word... i do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itv.com/Entertainment/comedy/FM/FMVideo/default.html"&gt;http://www.itv.com/Entertainment/comedy/FM/FMVideo/default.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dramastar_kt:58067</id>
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    <title>all of a twitter...</title>
    <published>2009-02-07T20:47:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-07T20:47:22Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">.... and other such jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have joined Twitter, and it's more than weird. It's like stalking with the person's permission. Obviously I know that the person 'twittering' will only put on what they want people to know, but even so I would never have known that Stephen Fry has had a powercut whilst in hollywood. that Graham Linehan (wrote father ted) was in a poker game or what several of my favourite comedians / actors / writers are having for tea! The exact thing I want to know about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like any new internet pass time, it will soon become another annoyance that EVERYONE knows about and everyone is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, while it's still new (to me) I'm enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a darn sight better than the cricket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dramastar_kt:57695</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Open Arms / comfort sleeping</title>
    <published>2009-02-01T19:03:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-01T19:03:31Z</updated>
    <category term="national hugging day"/>
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    <lj:music>dog snoring</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ha ha, I looked at the writers block questions until I found one I liked and then I was able to think about Simon Lipkin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/dramastar_kt/pic/00002g3d/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/dramastar_kt/pic/00002g3d/s320x240" width="320" height="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The one on the right, though I love the middle one just as much (sorry claire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't really want to answer a writers block question as I don't really have writers block. I have, as ever ALOT to say for myself, but at this moment in time I am thinking about pyjamas or as I call them P Y Jamas as if they were a person or Jimmers, in a west country accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were little 'Get your pyjama's on' was like the bell tolling before the execution, the signal that there was no hope of being forgotten no matter how quietly you sat in the corner barely breathing incase you were noticed. It meant... BEDTIME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life must have been so enjoyable back then that BEDTIME was an end to it all. How marvellous that sleep was seen as spoiling the fun, why end the day when there is so much more to learn to discover to be enthusiastic about, I'm not tired, at least I don't think I am, there's so much more to do and yet now you are bringing it to a conclusion, like the first people to leave the party, you know everyone will soon follow suit and you will be left with the cleaning up to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, BEDTIME is no longer in capitals, it is no longer decided by anyone else, but does it come at the right time? When we are young we're put to bed in order to have enough sleep to be ready to face the next day, when we are self governed how do we know how much we'll need? Infact, bedtime now acts as an escape, if you had a bad day 'bedtime' if a program you don't want to watch is on it's sleeptime, if you're sick off you go to bedfordshire but it's rarely something we don't want to do. Infact, it's become the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As adults we seem to pine for our bed, for sleep, the earlier we tell ourselves 'get your pyjama's on' the better we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened? What took the joy out of wanting to be awake forever just incase we missed something, to slinking off to bedrooms to indulge in the very thing we used to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the line we all stop seeing the world with a childs eyes, we know what to expect in a day we know what, if anything we'll learn and we know at the end of the day the place you feel safest from reality, the place you feel better from illness and the place where you know you can escape is 'bed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shame really, becasue I think we all KNOW the world IS still magical, but not if you shut it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katie x</content>
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    <title>bless all the dear children</title>
    <published>2009-01-29T14:06:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-29T14:06:45Z</updated>
    <category term="work childen play"/>
    <content type="html">Me: What are you going to be when you grow up.&lt;br /&gt;3 year old girl: A lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot deny it, children are and always have been smarter and funnier than any adult ever will be. They are more annoying and whiney than any adult because you can tell a whinning adult to 'Get over it' not so much when it's a four year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it makes you feel glad that a room full of children from three to ten got together to play a massive game of families complete with good dog, bad dog, three daughters and a swimming pool. The stressed mother argued with the 'trying to take charge' father, the dogs barked and slept, the children ate and slept and then dad took them all (dogs included) to the swimming pool while mum worked uttering the immortal line (I'm not here) when someone addressed her. It was really nice to see that they didn't need a TV screen, a computer console or any adult input whatsoever to get on no matter who they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God love 'em. Especially the little girl who "Wants to be a teacher becasue you get a white board." Now that should be on the advert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie x</content>
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    <title>Cross</title>
    <published>2009-01-27T18:40:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-27T18:40:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I am cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no real explanation for this crossness and there is no known cure. And it is not known if there is an unknown cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to go to work, nothing unusual there but never to the extent where I have made whining noises and sat cross legged on the floor. Not that anyone was bothered or could stop the fact I had to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the minute I wish I was doing nothing. Literally nothing, just floating in space hardly even being just still. That way, I'd get so bored i'd be glad to get back to mundane banality to lavish you with a tautology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this crossness stays there will be trouble. Chances are it'll be forgotten by tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch this space</content>
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    <title>derogatory</title>
    <published>2009-01-19T19:37:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-19T19:37:12Z</updated>
    <category term="college"/>
    <lj:music>adam and joe and STEPHEN!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was asked, at college today to say what the 'stereotype of a woman was' the question was so confusing for me and even though it was a one on one with the tutor who told me I could be as derogatory as I wanted and my brain failed. I think I got to that they are perceived as the weaker gender, and they can't fold maps. Obviously this is NOT what the tutor wanted because she then asked for the stereotype of a teenager... This I could do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," I said sarcasmed to the back teeth, "They are always rebellious and always cross and messy and..."&lt;br /&gt;"Right that's fine."&lt;br /&gt;and then she signed a box on a form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first question had been 'what is a risk assessment' which I answered straight off and she wrote 'answered sufficiently' in the box marked H&amp;S discussed. The 'stereotype' question corresponded to box 'E&amp;D discussed' E and D???? Stereotypes... not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked out of college I realised what I should've said and why it didn't come as easily as the teenager one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have said about staying at home to have children, looking after husbands, being submissive... but that's not the stereotype... that's the olden days... so is it Sex in the City style, i love shoes, i love chocolate, drama - bitchiness - hair and nails... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is the reason I don;t know because I am a woman? And because of that I couldn't be objective? I have no problem being derogatory about women, I constantly am and have just been above but why was I able to be so eloquent about teens but struggle with women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand</content>
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    <title>breadface</title>
    <published>2009-01-14T21:05:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-14T21:05:11Z</updated>
    <category term="bread"/>
    <lj:music>collings and herrin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My Dad got a bread maker for christmas and I have been nagging him to make cinnamon bread. The day ARRIVED! When I got in from brownies it was there, waiting for me. It is the tastiest thing created by mankind..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes think what other bread you can have, chocolate bread if you add cocoa. What if you added milksake powder you could have strawberry flavoured bread? What about chilli bread? Or gravy bread!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravy bread would be all the joy of mopping up gravy without the dripping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also reinvented a phrase as he was baking "Yeast said soonest mended." Then we tried to put the word 'yeast' in other phrases to lesser effect.</content>
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    <title>One year on.</title>
    <published>2009-01-11T12:29:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-11T12:29:42Z</updated>
    <category term="accident"/>
    <lj:music>jon richardson 6music</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's a year since my accident. A year today, well at about six o'clock it'll be dead on a year. How strange to think that I have got through one of the worst things (i hope) that will ever happen to me. I don't count own death, or death of people I know they are given, they will happen. Death is unavoidable, but I mean incidents that are unexpected. Total random happenstances. And this was the worst one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a year has passed, the worst is over. And I have to admit how surpised how well I am. Surprised at my behaviour, how I managed. How people around me managed but today I am all about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aren't I brave?" "Aren't I amazingly well adjusted to be able to carry on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't brave, I'm not adjusted but WHAT is the point of sitting in front of a mirror looking at scars that WILL fade and wishing they weren't there? It's just a waste of time and I knew that and still know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If still having flashbacks, that are sometimes by accident self induced (I know that's a massive oxymoron but I think you'll understand) a year on, if I still feel a twinge when my own barks at the door or growls at nothing makes me brave. Then I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not well adjusted. Far from it. Who is. How can you adjust to the mental world that we live in. If anything, I'm the opposite. I refuse to adjust who I am to the world I live in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life goes on. What else do we have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you muchly. xx</content>
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    <title>From behind the metaphorical cupboard.</title>
    <published>2009-01-09T20:33:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-09T20:44:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>tappity tap tap tap</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I used to post on LJ often, I knew how to do pictures and all sorts of cool stuff (that Liz had shown me how to do) and then, suddenly an abandonment and no more posts, nothing. Never bothered to come back and visit, just left my blog, lying there like a toy you get at christmas that falls behind the cupboard and you know it's there, occaisionally you think I should get that but what amount of dust, bugs and litter are also down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, there was no digital litter to wade through but I feel like I am blowing the dust off this blog in order to update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite possible that in another 10 months this post will still be my latest entry, because my adult ADHD will not allow such dedication, however if we try hard and eat all our dinner we may just be able to rescue this strewn toy from behind the metaphorical cupboard and be ljing once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows... 2009 is going to be a year or change. Loose change probably but that gets you somethings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie x</content>
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    <title>42 weeks</title>
    <published>2008-02-06T20:41:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-06T20:41:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it's been 42 weeks since i posted here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really come here very often but being housebound after the accident i have nothing else to do but wander around the house and go online to do nothing and watch awful movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then i saw 42 weeks and i thought. i'll go post something just becasue 42 weeks is a long time to be inactive and i don't want my account being stolen by a pleb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days</content>
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    <title>the history boys as you have never seen them before.</title>
    <published>2007-04-12T21:47:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-12T21:47:00Z</updated>
    <category term="history boys"/>
    <content type="html">Basically, once again. I implore you, if you have NO sense of humour, sod off. This was becasue my sort of neice was round and i was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, my sort of neice is 4 and we found out the old duplo, i thought it was hilarious and i hope you do to. PLEASE NOTE this is not evidence to use to have me sectioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the history boys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/1thecast.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; what happened when the boys didn't turn up one day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/2recast.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Irwin and the head "there's a vacancy in History" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/3.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Posner and Irwin, "I live in Sheffield" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/4.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dakin and Irwin - "not in the subjunctive anymore" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/5.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; the boys - the 'french' scene &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/6.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs L: Twat, twat, twat. Timms: Yes miss!" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/7.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Mrs L, Hector and Irwin "Balls" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/8.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Scripps: you complacent Fuck &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/9.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; THE SCENE YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU'D SEE, POSNER'S SHOWER ROOM FANTASY!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/deleted.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; everyone remembers the day a sheep came to school &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/edited.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;curtain call &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/end.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~why was Irwin clearly a deranged chicken?&lt;br /&gt;~why do three of the boys look the same though one is black, the other asian, the other white.&lt;br /&gt;~why does Timms have a huge moustache?&lt;br /&gt;~ why did you do scenes from THB in duplo???&lt;br /&gt;~ where can i see this production??&lt;br /&gt;                                      FIND OUT..... NEVER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you. xx&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Doctor who comic!!</title>
    <published>2007-02-18T11:41:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-18T11:58:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jen and I created our own Dr Who comic one day and here it is to enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BBC own all Dr Who Stuff - please do not sue!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic14a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/dr%20who/pic29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>dramastar_kt @ 2007-01-08T13:52:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-08T13:59:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-08T13:59:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am sick to the back teeth. I am so tired of having to be in the middle of every single disagreement, i am tired of being the fucking messenger and I am tired at being sighed at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got the emotional strength to care about people who don't give a fuck about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to my stupid graduation and i don't want to. I'm sick of doing stuff for people who just don't give a fuck.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dramastar_kt:54915</id>
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    <title>enter a subject or just dance</title>
    <published>2007-01-04T12:21:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-07T16:28:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well, i guess happy new year to everyone and i hope you had a good Cmas. I did, yeah not bad really, very quiet Cmas day, no Granny as she was a bit poorly. but the other days were taken up with family and festivity and fone calls (sorry the illiteration bug bit me) and now, 2007 which so far has been the year of the Fish. The building soc. gave me 40 pounds for being good, My boss asked the others 'mum's' to stop comnig and asked me to do an extra morning... what do we read into that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say it's cos i'm great, but one mum that works there has 3 kids, so she gets 6 quid and three free breakfasts a day, thus doing my boss out of 3.50 x 3 (10.50) so D. looses 16.50 everytime A. works there. the other, has one child, but thats still a loss of 9.50 and the child always riles of D.'s own which leads to tears before breakfast. and then there's me, no baggage, no kids, take my 6 quid and run, don't even have a piece of much offered toast. No kids to tag along and be biased towards, no inside in the school mechanics, heck i know sod all about the school hierachy, i just get on with it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;b&gt; Aladdin &lt;/b&gt;  at the Lowry with &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_theknifebearer' lj:user='theknifebearer' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://theknifebearer.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://theknifebearer.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;theknifebearer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm seeing an amatuer &lt;b&gt;Puss in Boots&lt;/b&gt; on sat with Brownies then &lt;b&gt;Starlight Express&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Cyrano de Bergerac&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if this year does not continue to be the year of the fish, it will at least be a theatre year, as its looking very unlikely to be a cricket year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish xx</content>
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    <title>advent</title>
    <published>2006-12-24T13:21:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-24T13:22:54Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;December 24th. A real 'cracker' for Christmas Eve. John Barrowman, known lovingly as JB &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/SoundMusicalsWk40044.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dramastar_kt:54272</id>
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    <title>advent</title>
    <published>2006-12-23T12:42:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-23T12:42:58Z</updated>
    <category term="advent"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;December 23rd. Our very own, Very special 'Stevie' steven Webb &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/steven%20webb/stevie.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>advent</title>
    <published>2006-12-22T15:10:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-22T15:10:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;December 22nd. Alastair Cook, a.k.a Cookie, Cookie Monster and Biscuit! &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/69419.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>dramastar_kt @ 2006-12-21T19:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-21T19:15:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-21T19:15:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;December 21st. Sam West! &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/4755.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>advent</title>
    <published>2006-12-20T10:23:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-20T10:23:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;December 20th. Ian Bell, so so cute. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/68198.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>advent</title>
    <published>2006-12-19T17:47:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-19T17:47:49Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;December 19th. Prince Harry, bring a bit of Aristocracy to the proceedings. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/PH2006042401819.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>advent</title>
    <published>2006-12-18T10:32:49Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;December 18th. Lovely Harry from McFly. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/1160056550KK6N7276.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>advent</title>
    <published>2006-12-17T10:34:05Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;December 17th. All the way from Avenue Q Nicky and Rod, or do I mean Jon Robyns and Simon Lipkin. &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/ave6.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>advent</title>
    <published>2006-12-16T17:57:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-16T17:57:51Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;December 16th. Thomas Morrison and Matt Smith Especially for Liz&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/steven%20webb/mstm.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;</content>
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    <published>2006-12-15T18:15:26Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;December 15th. Adam Paul Harvey which by the way you will be able to read an interview with him in the next edition of 'WitW' which is here &lt;a href="http://witw.talentedbritishactors.co.uk"&gt;http://witw.talentedbritishactors.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/adha-1.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;</content>
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    <published>2006-12-14T20:58:22Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;December 14th. Chris Read. Don't ask me why Fletcher won't pick him&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a164/dramastar_kt/65017-1.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;</content>
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