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 <pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2007 10:37:51 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>The Pourne Conspiracy.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/145294/</link>
 <description>Affectionately dedicated to those who ask why I don&apos;t write this sort of thing, those who do write this sort of thing and especially those few, who do it enviably well ;-) </description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2007 13:14:30 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Now Is The Time To Say Goodbye.  Goodbye!</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/136072/</link>
 <description>Is there an ideal moment to deliver a  parting comment before walking away or hanging up the telephone?    How do you say what needs to be said, (&apos;Goodbye.&apos;), leave it at that and then end transmission?</description>
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 <pubDate>Mon, 22 Jan 2007 16:11:10 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Underlay!  Underlay!</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/126327/</link>
 <description>I&apos;ve not encountered a dentist socially.  I&apos;m guessing that dentists do socialise with civilians, it&apos;s just that I&apos;ve not met one in that  context.  Either that or for fear of career related, social discrimination, they disguise themselves as artists, plumbers or accountants instead.  It&apos;s likely therefore that my perception of dentists isn&apos;t as objective as it might be.  </description>
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 <pubDate>Sat, 04 Nov 2006 18:11:07 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Whistling and Ms.  Hasslesome Mumper.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/113382/</link>
 <description>Unlike some who discuss their animal companions on IC, I&apos;ve felt cautious when mentioning my significant other.  I was reluctant to discuss my dog in any detail.  I couldn&apos;t do it I felt, without also having to explain my feelings about whistling.  </description>
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 <pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 20:07:21 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Relativity in ToyTown</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/110780/</link>
 <description>It might seem to the occasional visitor to ToyTown that not much of note happens here.  Everything of course, is always relative.  </description>
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 <pubDate>Sat, 14 Oct 2006 16:11:44 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Sex and Death.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/110237/</link>
 <description>Somewhere along the line, I heard or read that the presence of death will prompt increased sexual arousal in human adults.  That it&apos;s a biological imperative.  An unconscious acknowledgement that one of the species has gone and needs replacing.  I don&apos;t know how true that is.  It may be no more than observational theory supported by anecdotal evidence only.</description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 04 Oct 2006 22:38:41 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Pasta Sauce.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/108533/</link>
 <description>I&apos;m having a tranquil evening.  I&apos;m pottering, or perhaps faffing.  Either way, it&apos;s calm and pleasant.  Dog is snoring on the sofa and the telly is mumbling in the background, I&apos;ve been mooching around on IC while considering the several things I&apos;d like to blog about - and I&apos;m making an Italian style tomato sauce.</description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 28 Sep 2006 07:30:38 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Admitting a Problem.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/107451/</link>
 <description>It&apos;s taken me a while to reach this point of shamed acknowledgement.  I&apos;ve felt uneasy, certainly.  I&apos;ve known that most don&apos;t do it as much as I do.  I did think though, that with a couple of exceptions I&apos;d kept my self-indulgence within acceptable bounds.</description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 10:55:21 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Saving the Daisies.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/106311/</link>
 <description>I was around four years old, when I was introduced to Barry McGregor and he a year or so, older.  </description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 13 Sep 2006 21:29:46 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Enormously Flattered.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/105147/</link>
 <description>Excerpt From A Would-be Countrywoman&apos;s Diary.</description>
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 <pubDate>Sat, 09 Sep 2006 10:37:07 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>A Seafarer&#39;s Snog.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/104394/</link>
 <description>This week, I&apos;ve resumed interrupted lessons with an elderly lady, who I number among one of my dearest friends.  She wants to learn how to use her computer.  I want to teach her.  With wry understatement, I admit this shared ambition, doesn&apos;t always guarantee success.  </description>
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 <pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2006 07:38:55 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Do Not Presume.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/104212/</link>
 <description>Do not presume that your opinion is fact and that you may present it to me as such.  Do not present your subjective advice to me as veiled instruction, when in truth, it represents no more than your own point of view.  </description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 13 Aug 2006 08:04:28 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>I Really Wanted Chips With That.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/99766/</link>
 <description>At around four o&apos;clock this morning, I had an opportunity to reacquaint myself, with my inner Old Battleaxe. I was snoring peacefully, when my dog let out a  muffled and uncertain &apos;Ooph&apos;.  Well versed in dog speak, I can tell you that &apos;Ooph&apos; translates as, &apos;I&apos;m fairly certain I shouldn&apos;t be barking, but I can&apos;t help it.  I heard something. Err.  Maybe.&apos;</description>
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 <pubDate>Fri, 28 Jul 2006 18:09:22 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>The Drifter.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/97503/</link>
 <description>Has anyone noticed the weather?  ;-)</description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2005 11:11:03 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Blood, Dogs and Digits in Toytown.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/63110/</link>
 <description>I loathe delivering Christmas cards.  For me, it&apos;s something I  do resentfully under cover of darkness, grimly sneaking from letter-box to letter-box, like a misanthropic Christmas elf.  </description>
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 <pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2005 01:22:10 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Belated Faithless</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/60864/</link>
 <description>Last Friday night, I was lucky enough to attend a Faithless concert.  Kazzaz has already posted a vivid and beautifully descriptive account of it here http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/weblogs/kazzaz/60060/</description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2005 23:30:03 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>The Thing.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/56501/</link>
 <description>I’ve spent no end of time, trying to formulate a blog which might adequately describe, what an oddly lovely time I’ve been having recently.  Frankly, I’m a bit shell shocked.  I feel as if I&apos;ve accidentally been on seven days unplanned holiday from my life, without leaving my own territory.  A holiday, which was as wonderful as it was unexpected.</description>
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 <pubDate>Sat, 22 Oct 2005 21:24:37 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>How Many Oil Wells Do You Have?</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/55000/</link>
 <description>I’ve seen a few blogs and posts just recently, discussing the difficulties of clear communication.  This is one of my hot topics – a personal bete noire, because of my own struggles with it.  Struggles, which on occasion have driven me to withdraw from some social contact, because sometimes, I feel that no matter how hard I try, I fail to communicate my thoughts effectively.  Just as unpleasantly, I can find myself unsure that I&apos;ve fully understood what is being said to me - and it can seem just too much like painfully hard work.</description>
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 <pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2005 23:44:50 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Small Pleasures</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/52616/</link>
 <description>I was heading off for an evening totter around my wood tonight, when I was asked for directions to Wotsit Farm, which doubles as a camp-site.  As I&apos;ve mentioned previously, I am directionally challenged, so normally such a request makes my heart sink.  On occasion, rather than wave vaguely and then babble incomprehensibly, I&apos;ve been known to bend the truth and claim to be new to the area.</description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2005 16:24:56 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Thoughts On Hang-gliding In Bulgaria.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/51894/</link>
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