<?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-8677504844885413080</id><updated>2011-08-02T12:30:51.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH ITS YOU</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-580511309950253235</id><published>2010-08-17T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T09:16:03.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duck, Duck, Goose.</title><content type='html'>I posted about these boots nearly a year ago, &lt;br /&gt;here : http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/09/wowwee.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally got my mitts on them the other week &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kurt Geiger, I love your less than half price sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=140793812.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/140793812.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday me and my new boots went in search of a jewellary stand. I kind of had my heart set on this little ceramic bunny ring holder from Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=BunnyRingHolderUrbanOutfitters.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/BunnyRingHolderUrbanOutfitters.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly they didnt have it in stock. They did however have this, which in heinsight is way more practical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=146838492.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/146838492.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its sunny out and im counting down the days til our weekend away in Devon for the Bank Holiday. Praying for sunshine !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-580511309950253235?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/580511309950253235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=580511309950253235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/580511309950253235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/580511309950253235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2010/08/duck-duck-goose.html' title='Duck, Duck, Goose.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-8398936034894940443</id><published>2010-06-23T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:47:29.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot town, summer in the city.</title><content type='html'>So Bristol City Museum &amp; Art Gallery is currently housing the Art from the new world exhibition, under the curation of the Corey Helford Gallery in LA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be fair, its pretty damn good.&lt;br /&gt;The exhibition encompasses a variety of media, exposing an American art scene that is bold and provocative. &lt;br /&gt;And I kind of loved it a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was unavoidable was the unashamed nod of appreciation towards the traditional skills of painting and drawingthat are so often overlooked in modern conceptual exhibitions. The technical skill here is exquisite, and the artists knowledge and understanding is impressive. &lt;br /&gt;Each piece is laced with a dark sense of humour, as well as conventional ideas of society, beauty and glamour. The show comes as a breath of fresh air, often seen as a rejection of the highbrow conceptual art in favour of work that reflects more on technical skill and narrative, often with a figureative focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show claims to set about dissolveing the elitism in the art world and blurring the boundries of what people consider 'high' and 'low' art. It highlights everything that attracted me to art in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember doing a little project on Buff Monster when I was studying for my A.S level, drawn in by the flattened cans with the tag painted on, nailed to lamp-posts. Nowdays Buff Monster has established himself as a reputable modern artists, braching out into silk screen and designer toys. It was cool to see his work up close after so long !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=buffmonster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/buffmonster.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piece that caught my eye immediatly was Elizabeth McGrath's 'Cerberus.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=cerberus.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/cerberus.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=4628528783_62ab480c5d.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/4628528783_62ab480c5d.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combining two of my most favorite things, dogs and things that sparkle in a garish fashion. Her disturbingly lifelike sculptures are led by her curiosity about the relationship between the natural world and the excess of consumer culture, so we share some ideas and inspirations surrounding our work ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Natalia Fabia's 'wet tea party' depicts pretty much my ideal evening. Down to the eccentric headwear, diamonte skull and kitsch teapot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=hottub.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/hottub.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a cool, quirky, thought provoking and powerful exhibition, housing a collaboration of artists never shown together outside of the U.S before now. It runs until Augest 22nd, so def hop down if you have the chance and it will more likely than not brighten your day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-8398936034894940443?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/8398936034894940443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=8398936034894940443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/8398936034894940443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/8398936034894940443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2010/06/hot-town-summer-in-city.html' title='Hot town, summer in the city.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-8109242358922416194</id><published>2010-04-28T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T15:56:06.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow.</title><content type='html'>This is Goliath, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=gollywag.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/gollywag.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he died last week, which really bites because he was a brilliant cat. We got him when I was 5 and he used to headbutt you to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00539.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00539.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had the very best face and the very best paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00141.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00141.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose 19 is a fair old age for any kitty, but none the less, I will miss his relentless enthusuasm for saying hi whenever you entered the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I may write up an account of our being stranded in Europe, but right now I have an essay to write. Anyone have an opinion on the volatile nature of the relationship between man and bear / wolf ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-8109242358922416194?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/8109242358922416194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=8109242358922416194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/8109242358922416194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/8109242358922416194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2010/04/meow.html' title='Meow.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-2205507541359592302</id><published>2010-04-08T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:34:18.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In wonderland.</title><content type='html'>Today I returned from my Easter trip to my parents house. &lt;br /&gt;Where far too much sugar was consumed and I now feel a little sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00168-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00168-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00169.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00169.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00172.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00172.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also never noticed how delighted to be leeched onto my front my nephew looks here, because I was too horrified by the sudden arrival of a double chin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=0167JamesDedication210310.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/0167JamesDedication210310.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I must stop procrastinating and get at least 2 more paintings done before we jet off to Amsterdam and Berlin next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-2205507541359592302?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/2205507541359592302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=2205507541359592302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/2205507541359592302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/2205507541359592302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-wonderland.html' title='In wonderland.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-8392227767735725115</id><published>2010-03-28T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T13:58:47.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Octoswine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=octoswine.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/octoswine.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Octopus's, (octopi? whats the plural?!) Theyre funny looking and they supposedly eat theyre own arms when theyre really hungry. There was one at the aquarium we went to on our anniversary, only it was disapointingly inactive. I did get this badge though, which I was wearing with pride at work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00070.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00070.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This badge prompted a conversation with a customer about the octopus at the aquarium, which led onto a distinctly disturbing revelation that aquarium owners have descovered that when an octopus is housed in an open topped tank, at night time they have a habit of clambering up the side and craawling along the floor. That is not my idea of a plesent suprise if you were on the night shift! Like a giant gelatinous spider. I was assured that there was cctv footage of said excursions so I will have to have a root around youtube. I laughed so much I couldnt talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-8392227767735725115?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/8392227767735725115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=8392227767735725115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/8392227767735725115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/8392227767735725115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2010/03/octoswine.html' title='Octoswine.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-2187782317901522295</id><published>2010-01-04T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:10:32.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awoo.</title><content type='html'>This is my parents dog, loving life at Christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=mumanddog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/mumanddog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=doggo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/doggo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After David and Sarah bought me the most impressive baking book that has ever existed, I have decided to embark upon a quest to become more aquainted with the kitchen. I shall bake my way through it, much like that film with the woman from Enchanted, only less bizarre and stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I achieved cheese straws and today was the turn of the pineapple upside down cake. This week I shall purchase an electric whisk and be well on my way to becoming a domestic pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01064.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01064.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-2187782317901522295?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/2187782317901522295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=2187782317901522295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/2187782317901522295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/2187782317901522295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2010/01/awoo.html' title='Awoo.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-4944370383591316767</id><published>2009-12-08T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:37:50.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I stole this off Izzy.</title><content type='html'>Isnt it great the kinds of things you come across to distract you from writing your dissertation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing makeup?&lt;br /&gt;I am. Only liquid eyeliner and mascara though. Makes a change from the usual 2-black-eyes look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;br /&gt;4, although I only use one and pile the rest up around me like a little fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you dating the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you currently have feelings for anybody?&lt;br /&gt;Many feelings for many people. Usually positive feelings. Some negative. Often indifferent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you're older?&lt;br /&gt;the first old woman to avoid wrinkles around the mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking right now?&lt;br /&gt;That id also like to avoid a sagging neck if at all possible. Pass the moisturiser quick sharp !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you changed in front of someone?&lt;br /&gt;My Johnny Depp Cry Baby poster this morning. He averted his eyes in disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change your eye colour, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would make them greener. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing anything that belongs to someone else?&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing a teeshirt that used to be Davids, but he is too buff to fit into it now. It says 'You make me sick' on it in big letters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp poster is probably still weeping in dismay, thats why they call him Cry Baby !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your hair like at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Flat on top and puffy at the bottem where the rain hit below my hat. I look a bit like a Jew with payots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you one of those people who are always cold?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes I am. I am not as bad as Ed and his wierd ice hands though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tend to waste a lot of money?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, normally on food. Im a porker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you watched a movie with?&lt;br /&gt;I watched Role Models with Ed when I was ill on Sunday. It was amusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person of the opposite sex you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;David. He said 'see you tomorrow' and I said 'Niiight.' It was deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months?&lt;br /&gt;I take your feeble 6 months and raise you 4 years and 10 months !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone that makes you happy everytime you see them?&lt;br /&gt;Scout. Particulary when he yawns. Not when he skunks or craps on the floor though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people ever think your older/younger than you actually are?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks im young, which bodes well for me in the future so long as I hide the inevitable saggy neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date someone who was gorgeous but they had a shit personality?&lt;br /&gt;I already am. OH SNAP. I jest, I jest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with your door open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;Closed, if it were open id worry that something may peer round in the night and make me jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather your lover have gorgeous eyes or a gorgeous smile?&lt;br /&gt;Both im greedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you're giving up on?&lt;br /&gt;Going to the gym before Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will you be sleeping with tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Pillow fort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;David, both bleary eyed and answering the buzzer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in the face?&lt;br /&gt;Myself for getting so worked up and making so many mistakes earlier. What a sight that would be. I couldve filmed it and had a youtube punch off with that crazy cod2 kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Subway?&lt;br /&gt;No I got bored of it after working at the Odeon and that was the only eatery close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had an Oreo with peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;No but that sounds AMAZING. I want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you trying to avoid liking somebody at this time?&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to avoid liking Scout because hes a grimey swine who smells and peed on my floor again. Hes curled up in my lap looking pretty cute though so its hard to be mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you held hands with anyone this week?&lt;br /&gt;Edwardo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you kissed anyone in this past week?&lt;br /&gt;Edwardo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you've changed over the past year?&lt;br /&gt;I now have a fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care if people talk badly about you?&lt;br /&gt;They are clearly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody you wish you could be spending time with right now?&lt;br /&gt;Someone who has a vested intrest in writing other peoples dissertations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to shoot two people in this world to save all your families lives, who are the two people you would shoot and why?&lt;br /&gt;Could I just shoot them in the foot ? Id feel bad killing them. Maybe point me in the direction of someone whos been super cruel to an animal or a child, thatd make it easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person you have feelings for, tells you that he or she has feelings for you too, What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Say 'Im glad to hear it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were raped in a bush by someone over the age of 30, would you tell anyone or would you keep it secret?&lt;br /&gt;The age and location are indeed an important factor O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mum is in a car crash and you get a phone call from the police. Do you believe that its the police or just a prank phone call?&lt;br /&gt;Who would prank someone that ?! Thats just messed up. Although id be suprised because its not like im in her phone as 'daughter' so howd they know to call me ? Ahh youve got me thinking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you eat dirty snails for a million dollar?&lt;br /&gt;Ewww no. Actually would they be alive or cooked ? Maybe cooked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you played any video games tonight?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite drink in the whole entire world?&lt;br /&gt;Tea or diet coke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you always up for a good time?&lt;br /&gt;No. I often favour a night in with my slippers and dressing gown. Party hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're offered a pill, a smoke or a stab in the back. You have to take one. Which one do you take?&lt;br /&gt;A stab in the back, so long as it was proverbial. Actually id go for the smoke. I dont like backstabbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you open a beer bottle with a body part other than your hand?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I actually have a bottle opener instead of a thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone that will text you and you smile instantly?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone so long as they say something nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 24 hours have you hung out with a girl?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have. the girls at work. Although I wouldnt call it hanging out, we were having training. Did you know you should smile at customers ? Who knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will tomorrow be better than today?&lt;br /&gt;Yes because I will see Katie do the mcnugget challange and Helen vocalise her sordid plans for Zak Efron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn't?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, im a gossip. Unless I know I really shouldnt tell, I can keep a secret when I have to. I dont enjoy it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn't do?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, like spend all eve online instead of considering the question of the post modern animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you felt today?&lt;br /&gt;Drowsy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to one of your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Beka via fb sharing our love for Taylor Swifts Love Story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you usually wide awake in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;No, I am like a zombie with bad hair and smudgy eyes. I need a shower and cup of tea to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-4944370383591316767?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/4944370383591316767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=4944370383591316767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/4944370383591316767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/4944370383591316767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-stole-this-off-izzy.html' title='I stole this off Izzy.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-4127266235227023269</id><published>2009-12-01T16:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:39:12.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello world.</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas. LOVE it. Everythings all colourful and sparkly and busy. &lt;br /&gt;Im starting to enjoy wrapping up warm too. Usually the trials and tribulations of maintaining a body heat above -3 whilst not looking like the minchlin man fill me with much annoyance. Today I went for the skinny jeans, biker boots and puffy coat look, and ventured out thus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01002.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing up for the winter would probably be less fun if it wasnt for my new boots &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01003-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01003-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after many months of glancing at a bare wrist after my last watch broke, I finally found another worthy of adorning my arm. It is a thing of wonder !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know ive been to'ing and fro'ing all day long, and all the while Scout has remained predominatly like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasnt for his random bouts of snoring id assume he was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I should probably get on with my AVC text, its in tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-4127266235227023269?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/4127266235227023269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=4127266235227023269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/4127266235227023269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/4127266235227023269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-world.html' title='Hello world.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-2309934028446602878</id><published>2009-11-30T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:59:32.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deck the halls and all that.</title><content type='html'>It is officially Christmas. My new pj bottems say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00992.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00992.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-2309934028446602878?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/2309934028446602878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=2309934028446602878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/2309934028446602878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/2309934028446602878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/11/deck-halls-and-all-that.html' title='Deck the halls and all that.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-8745151040182106137</id><published>2009-11-18T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:37:25.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It aint too hard for me to jam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=This-Is-It-Guitarist.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/This-Is-It-Guitarist.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The childlike magpie in me ruddy loves every outfit MJ sports during rehursals for his show. I want to see what he would have worn on the actual dates ! The designers said they had to wear sunglasses whilst attatching the swarovski crystals. Fantastic !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=111.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/111.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=105200_this-is-it-clip-michael-jack.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/105200_this-is-it-clip-michael-jack.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=michael-jackson-this-is-it-abf.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/michael-jackson-this-is-it-abf.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=michael-jackson-this-is-it-rehearsa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/michael-jackson-this-is-it-rehearsa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=thisisit-clipheader.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/thisisit-clipheader.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-8745151040182106137?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/8745151040182106137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=8745151040182106137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/8745151040182106137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/8745151040182106137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-aint-too-hard-for-me-to-jam.html' title='It aint too hard for me to jam.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-6961387891003061327</id><published>2009-11-15T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:23:02.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat amonst the pigeons.</title><content type='html'>In David and Eds absense, Scout and I were lacking a man about the house. Besides, Scout needs a male role model. Its only been a couple of weeks and hes already developed a vested intrest in bottles of nail varnish, glasses of wine and other assorted female related odds and ends.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress. Here is a big angry blokey fighting machine that I conjoured up in my living-room this week to scare the spiders away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00975-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00975-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=hibear3-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/hibear3-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researching Bears has made me sad. The conflict between them and man is bizarre. The results of when they cross paths is all to often unplesent. Persecuted and yet so adored and admired. The relationships pretty volatile, but I guess if it wasnt I wouldnt be so interested in painting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work a crazed pigeon set up camp in the sweaters. It soon transpired that it had a big old hold in its chest which it then preceeded to pick at with its beak and then drop bits all over the floor. Few things has disgusted me more than having to clear an inch long bit of flesh covered bone that afore mentioned crazed pigeon  had picked out of itself, off the floor. Past roast chickens have taught me it was more than likely its breastbone. Nor have I been as impressed as when said pigeon spent the next 3 hrs flying around the store crapping everywhere. I know animals have higher pain thresholds that us weak old humans, but still, it desurves a poultry high five for stamina.&lt;br /&gt;After 4 hrs of the RSPCA not turning up we managed to shoo it out of the door anyway. Its probably pecking its own lungs out somwehere over Bristol right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for a lazy sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-6961387891003061327?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/6961387891003061327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=6961387891003061327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/6961387891003061327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/6961387891003061327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/11/cat-amonst-pigeons.html' title='Cat amonst the pigeons.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-4839246420019313812</id><published>2009-11-09T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:16:50.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let loose.</title><content type='html'>I dont like bare walls, but you cant really decorate rented accomodation. So I let myself loose on the posters today. I am like a 18 year old in halls. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=room.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/room.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also drew a lifesize bear this week. I am undecided what im going to do to him as of yet, just that im going to do a few more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00952-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00952-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-4839246420019313812?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/4839246420019313812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=4839246420019313812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/4839246420019313812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/4839246420019313812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-loose.html' title='Let loose.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-3345485439861070639</id><published>2009-11-09T09:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T09:49:58.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat it.</title><content type='html'>Slippers - check.&lt;br /&gt;Cup of tea - check.&lt;br /&gt;Biggest cosiest dressing gown in the world - check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all set for winter. Hibernation may follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-3345485439861070639?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/3345485439861070639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=3345485439861070639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/3345485439861070639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/3345485439861070639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/11/beat-it.html' title='Beat it.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-7184698727791287852</id><published>2009-11-04T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:35:57.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forreal.</title><content type='html'>So glad I went to uni today, I learnt tonnes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00937-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00937-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-7184698727791287852?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/7184698727791287852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=7184698727791287852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/7184698727791287852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/7184698727791287852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/11/forreal.html' title='Forreal.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-422286940765600028</id><published>2009-11-04T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:36:07.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Are you a Man(oj) or a mouse ?!"</title><content type='html'>Ok, so last time I saw my lovely friend Manoj was just over a year ago (the very same time Scott made the above poetic statement...haha) &lt;br /&gt;Fairly ironically it was at a LostProphets show in Birmingham. I say ironically, as, just as Manoj stated in his reacent blog &lt;a href="http://manojkblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-summer.html"&gt;Last Summer&lt;/a&gt;, this is where it all began. &lt;br /&gt;He explains it better than me, but lets just say in the past 9 years there have been some jovial times since all meeting due to our shared intrest in said previously baggy jeaned nu metal entity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a year because Manoj is ill. Hes getting better, but its been hard. I know he's had the toughest months of his life reacently, and it was never quite the same seeing the faces of these old friends without his alongside. So we got a plotting. Oh yes ! It was quite the undercover mission. Facebook has never seen threads like it. We decided on Halloween as a weekend to get off work and troop up to Birmingham to suprise him, as he hasnt been able to travel around lately. It worked a treat and I think we all had a fantastic day., although it will be a while before I can look any form of sushi in the eye again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so great seeing how happy he was, that in this tough time we could bring that bit of joy.. And it was touching to see everyone come together, book time off work and stratergise how to have optimum impact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show how important a role friends play. I honestly cant imagine going through life alone without the companionship of those who genuinelly care about me. It would be bleak. Friends are for life, not just for Christmas and all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, im going to go prepare for MJ dance fest mark 2 with Helen. Get those sequin trilbys out, the pigs are on the rampage !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-422286940765600028?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/422286940765600028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=422286940765600028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/422286940765600028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/422286940765600028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-manoj-or-mouse.html' title='&quot;Are you a Man(oj) or a mouse ?!&quot;'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-8893637599586583951</id><published>2009-10-29T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:58:01.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever friends.</title><content type='html'>Something ive come to really appreciate reacently is the true value of friendship. &lt;br /&gt;Its a thing to be treasured, truely, when you develop friendships that will last a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im SO excited that this weekend my wonderful Katie moves up to Bristol, mere months after my very favorite mother pig Helen trotted her way up from Brighton. Friendships are sustainable, even when youre hours apart but it sure makes it easier when you live in the same town ! I feel kinda wrapped in a big metaphorical duvet of companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week hoping on a train to LostProphets and seeing my old DN crew again was fantastic, it can be months and months between seeing each other but when we do meet up its as it always was. I think thats the greatest thing ive gained from getting into that band, because ive met so many wonderful people and we have the best times. So many great memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting all deep and poetic. hah. But things happen that make you really appreciate those you care about. And how great our friends really are. Ahh it'll all come clear in the next few days. We all have our fair share of ill treatment and lies, you can look back and wonder what on earth happened or just dust yourself off and be more guarded in the future. Its sad, but I guess thats life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get over analytical late at night. Its what happens when I get the paint brush out, I get all lost in the moment and deep in thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so excited about the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-8893637599586583951?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/8893637599586583951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=8893637599586583951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/8893637599586583951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/8893637599586583951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/10/forever-friends.html' title='Forever friends.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-2957650084382577558</id><published>2009-09-06T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:26:45.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wowwee</title><content type='html'>In other news, I so want these carvela boots. Amazing. £250 isnt so bad. If only I wasnt a poor student. Pfft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=carvela.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/carvela.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While im at it, This little guy is amazing, as is his jacket. It looks snug. One day I will have a lurcher and a pug and my life will be complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=pupp.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/pupp.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swiped both those pics from http://www.rachaelgibson.co.uk/blog/index.php&lt;br /&gt;check it out because her blog is fantastico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-2957650084382577558?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/2957650084382577558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=2957650084382577558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/2957650084382577558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/2957650084382577558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/09/wowwee.html' title='wowwee'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-5486945543780149043</id><published>2009-09-06T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:52:27.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toast.</title><content type='html'>I really need to start painting again. Lazy. Someone send me pictures of their dogs to sketch ! &lt;br /&gt;The downside of specialising in over sized canine portraiture is that one of my dogs died and the other lives 2 hrs away. Epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terror is currently setting up camp in a box that I wanted to throw away days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00795.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00795.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Dwarf is on tv, it is acting as a good distraction after my heart broke a little at the typically scandelous channel 4 '9/11 phone calls from the towers.' I cannot even begin to comprehend being in that situation and thinking about what went through their minds makes me well up. Imagine having to make that call ? Or recieveing one ? Of course then poses the question, who would you call ? I disapprove of my avoidance. Poorly played, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fancy an adventure, its been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-5486945543780149043?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/5486945543780149043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=5486945543780149043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/5486945543780149043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/5486945543780149043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/09/toast.html' title='Toast.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-4048007931515003614</id><published>2009-08-29T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:22:40.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey thats something everyone can enjoy.</title><content type='html'>Oh Offspring, where have you been these past few years ? Thankyou Spotify for reminding me of the comedy brilliance of Why wont you get a job. Trip down memory rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a combination of me acting like im approximatly 10 years younger than I really am (que disappointment at inadequate Bandslam time slots), followed hastily by me acting like im about 30 years older than I really am. What a mind warp. I do like to keep people on their toes !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to my attention at the Newport centre watching LostProphets on Thursday that I have had a vested intrest in this band for nearly 9 years now, which is close to a decade, which is interesting. And standing amidst friends from all over the joint i thought about all the places ive been to and people ive met because of said band. Lovely times. I remember when they looked like this. lolololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=0902_lostprophets_b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/0902_lostprophets_b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still a moody old fart and did not appreciate the giant sweaty men elbowing along to Rooftops or the girl who bellowed back an answer to Watkins every comment with enthusiastic delight. 'How are you all doing tonight ?' 'IM GREAT THANKS, HOW ARE YOU ?' He cant ruddy hear you you knob, hop a bit closer than the back of the hall and you might stand a chance. I think Lais has a photo of us all floating around where I look like im visualising death.&lt;br /&gt;That being said, aside the fact that I no longer enjoy playing sardines in a giant sweaty tin with over excited children, it was a grand old show and it was fantastico seeing the boys again. They never fail to put a smile on my face the moment they start up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I love candied cashews and im off to make a pot of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-4048007931515003614?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/4048007931515003614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=4048007931515003614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/4048007931515003614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/4048007931515003614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-thats-something-everyone-can-enjoy.html' title='Hey thats something everyone can enjoy.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-1744636427609820514</id><published>2009-08-22T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T06:02:15.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humbug.</title><content type='html'>If I was rich id make myself look exactly like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=taylor_momsen_topshop.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/taylor_momsen_topshop.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=infphoto-940969-taylor-momsen-gossi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/infphoto-940969-taylor-momsen-gossi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=taylor-momsen-fashion-rocks-2008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/taylor-momsen-fashion-rocks-2008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Taylor Momsen, youve come a long way since the Grinch who stole Christmas !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-1744636427609820514?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/1744636427609820514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=1744636427609820514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/1744636427609820514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/1744636427609820514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/08/humbug.html' title='Humbug.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-3885687704143845415</id><published>2009-08-15T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:16:55.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mice.</title><content type='html'>This is my new favorite dress. Its fantastic. I never had that classic LBD but thank heavens now for River Island. Ignoring the fact that the zip is bust so its quite the challenge to actually get into it. Like squeezing into a wetsuit. id imagine, ive never worn one before. Plus it looks better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00717-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00717-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I spent some time at my parents house while they were on holiday. My main role being medecating the cat twice a day. Living the dream. Although Ed suffered more, at least said cat didnt rub its face on my chin in the middle of the night. The week has also consisted of visiting my older sister and her not-quite-yet-a-bump bump, plotting the last few weeks of summer fun and becoming the worlds oldest Jonas Brothers fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These tattoos are awsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=mices.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/mices.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please gve me something to write my dissertation on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-3885687704143845415?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/3885687704143845415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=3885687704143845415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/3885687704143845415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/3885687704143845415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/08/mice.html' title='Mice.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-1228549523200094757</id><published>2009-07-20T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:26:03.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scout says this.</title><content type='html'>This is Scout, an incorrigible rogue. He has a habit of brightening my day. Let it never be said that ferrets are not the greatest little animal to ever grace our homes with their presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G1QHb2T0zpw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDC-xBIbvU8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-1228549523200094757?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/1228549523200094757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=1228549523200094757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/1228549523200094757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/1228549523200094757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/07/scout-says-this.html' title='Scout says this.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-2685727444006135379</id><published>2009-07-20T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:19:45.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizilla</title><content type='html'>1, What Colour Is Your Toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;White and electric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2, Name One Person That Made You Smile Today?&lt;br /&gt;Georgie and her plotting her way to riches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3, What Were You Doing At 8 Am This Morning?&lt;br /&gt;I was asleep in my lovely bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4, What Were You Doing 45 Minutes Ago?&lt;br /&gt;I was cooking tea. It consisted of chinese style pork and reeses pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5, What Is Your Favorite Candy?&lt;br /&gt;Probably malteasers. They are failsafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6, Have You Ever Been To A Strip Club?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I used to take pole dancing lessons in one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7, What's The Last Thing You Said Out Loud?&lt;br /&gt;"I want to go to Wooky Hole, it looks so crap !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8, What Is The Best Ice Cream Flavour?&lt;br /&gt;Mint chocolate chip, its fantastic and reminds me of holidays in Cornwall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9, What Was The Last Thing You Had To Drink?&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10, What Is The Longest You Have Gone Without Sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember, the prospect of no sleep is enough to banish the memory from my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11, Have You Ever Made A Promise You'd Die To Keep?&lt;br /&gt;No I dont believe I have. How disapointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12, Have You Bought Any New Clothing Items This Week?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as I am incapable of going into work and not buying things. I bought a bely with a big bow on the front and 2 sweaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13, The Last Sporting Event You Watched?&lt;br /&gt;I watched All The Queens Horses last night which is about the Royal Horse Show and consists of a variety of horse related sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14, What Is Your Favorite Flavor Of Popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet. people who mix the two are nutters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15, Who Is The Last Person You Sent A Comment On Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;Helen probably, and it probably said something along the lines of 'GHJFGIGHIRHWGHGHMOVING HERE TOMORROW !!! HUEWFYWUEYGHWH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16, Ever Gone Camping?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, unfortunatly, I do not enjoy it. When we have houses and showers and unsmelly toilets, why actively seek to live in a sack suppoted by sticks. And it always rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17, Do You Take Vitamins Daily?&lt;br /&gt;Nope but I eat alot of fruit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18, Do You Go To Church Every Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;I used to, now I just go at the holidays. Christmas, Easter etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19, Do You Have A Tan?&lt;br /&gt;No, I am pasty as an albino. A woman asked me the other day how I stayed so 'lovely and pale.' Like its a choice !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20, Do You Drink Your Soda With A Straw?&lt;br /&gt;No, my teeth dispair !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22, What Did Your Last Text Message Say?&lt;br /&gt;'Haha, cool &lt;3'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23, What Are You Doing Tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;I am hiking to Kemble with a lifesize cardboard cutout Dalek, where we will be met by Edward who will drive us to Gford for daddys birthday, where we will watch Harry Potter and I will mutter about plot alterations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25, Look To Your Left, What Do You See?&lt;br /&gt;David on the couch watching a loud american man on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26, What Colour Is Your Watch?&lt;br /&gt;White with diamante. Its classy as hell. Haha. It is also broken and I havnt fixed it yet. Or paid someone else to fix it in fact, I dont think I have tools tiny enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27, What Do You Think Of When You Hear Australia?&lt;br /&gt;koalas in a beer cork hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28, What Did You Do Yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;I worked and read alot, shook my fist a little at JK (Rowling, not jameraqui) and didnt go to sleep with 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29, Do You Go In At A Fast Food Place Or Just Hit The Drive Thru?&lt;br /&gt;I rarely eat fast food, unless you count Lucs Chinese, which isnt fast food because that implies that its shoddy and Lucs is magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30, What Is Your Favorite Number?&lt;br /&gt;42.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31, Who's The Last Person You Talked To On The Phone?&lt;br /&gt;Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32, Any Plans Today?&lt;br /&gt;I am going to watch that Supersizers eat the centuries show, tidy up for Helens arrival and chase Scout up and down the room a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33, Biggest Annoyance In Your Life Right Now?&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I am not going on holiday, while everyone else is, and they are coming into my store and buying bikinis just to rub it in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34, Last Song Listened To?&lt;br /&gt;Some tat at work. they no longer play that 'you light up my life' song which saddens me. They do play that appaulng Odeon song though which bites. Horray for Retail and its soul destroying mundaeity.&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35, Do You Have A Maid Service Clean Your House?&lt;br /&gt;PAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36, Favourite Pair Of Shoes?&lt;br /&gt;My red and white Nike Dunks will always be my ultimates, but I do quite enjoy the garishness of these atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00345-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00345-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37, Are You Jealous Of Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with a yaght and sunshine. And a sailers cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38, Is Anyone Jealous Of You?&lt;br /&gt;Probably, I am rather fantastic. Ho ho ho, I jest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39, Do You Love Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40, What Is The First Thing You Check For Leaving The House?&lt;br /&gt;That the straighteners are not on and that the ferret is in no immediate danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41, Name One Person You Hate Right Now?&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I ahet anyone. I cant really be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42, Do You Use The Word 'Hello' Daily?&lt;br /&gt;No, normally 'hiiiii' or something equally annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43, What Colour Is Your Bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White with many pictures everywhere. I like to used images to feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44, Do You Like Cats?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I miss this guy alot. Hes great and headbuts people to has Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=gollywag.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/gollywag.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45, Have You Ever Been to Six Flags?&lt;br /&gt;The what now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46, How Did You Get Your Worst Scar?&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Pox. Hardcore I am !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47, Do You Like Cheese?&lt;br /&gt;In small bouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48, Last Cd Played?&lt;br /&gt;Probably Take That tbh. Actually I think it was new DSHS so there I scrape back a shred of credibilty. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49, Last Bubble Bath?&lt;br /&gt;Ruddy months ago, I favour the shower. Less effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50, Last Time You cried?&lt;br /&gt;Last night I shed a tear reading a book. Harry Potter no less, what a dorkazoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51, Last Meal?&lt;br /&gt;Meat and chocolate. Culinary genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52, Have You Ever Dated Someone Twice?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53, Have You Ever Kissed Somebody And Regretted It?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54, Have You Ever Fallen In Love?&lt;br /&gt;Sure have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55, Have You Ever Lost Someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it bites. Death is my least favorite thing. There is no pain like missing someone and knowing there snaff all you can do. I hate knowing that they used to exist, but now theyre just a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56, Have You Ever Slept Until 1pm?&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh yes, I am naturally nocternal. I blame my fathers side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57, Have You Ever Been Drunk And Threw Up?&lt;br /&gt;Not for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58, List 5 People You Tell Pretty Much Everything To...&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who will listen. haha. Some things I wont tell anyone, I like the air of mystery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59, List Three Favorite Colours:&lt;br /&gt;Judging by my wardrobe, grey, black and petrol green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60, Have You Ever Laughed Until You Cried?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I cant remember the last time though. It probably involed something childish like the word foof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61, Gay marriage?&lt;br /&gt;Thats not a question, thats just 2 words placed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62, Lowering The Drinking Age?&lt;br /&gt;Oh life no, dont encourage them !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63, Your Phone is.....&lt;br /&gt;Lovely thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64, Who Are The Best Huggers That You Know?&lt;br /&gt;I favour Edwards although the Otterhound is a suprising close call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I do believe in lust at first sight however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66, Is There Something You Want To Tell Someone?&lt;br /&gt;Not particularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67, Would You Kiss Anyone On Your Top Friends?&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a top friends on here, so I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68, How Many Kids Do You Want To Have?&lt;br /&gt;None at the minute thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69, Do You Want To Change Your Name?&lt;br /&gt;I wont lie, I will not miss people asking about my surname. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70, Where Were you at midnight?&lt;br /&gt;I was in bed reading. Living the rowdy high life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-2685727444006135379?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/2685727444006135379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=2685727444006135379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/2685727444006135379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/2685727444006135379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/07/quizilla.html' title='Quizilla'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-1692260830321352117</id><published>2009-07-15T05:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T05:56:09.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The novalty of the West Country news will never die.</title><content type='html'>[A is for age:] 23&lt;br /&gt;[B is for beer of choice:] Beer is never of choice.&lt;br /&gt;[C is for career:] I do not have one, as neither my degree or part time job qualify as such.&lt;br /&gt;[D is for favorite Drink:] Diet coke at present. Far too much. Or cider. Calerific.&lt;br /&gt;[E is for essential item you use everyday:] PC. dweeb.&lt;br /&gt;[F is for favorite song at the moment:] I dont have one. I will be listening to Comeback Kid at the gym later though.&lt;br /&gt;[G is for favorite games:] Guitar Hero. I kill at Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;[H is for hometown:] Guildford. &lt;br /&gt;[I is for instruments you play:] I have in the past played guitar, drums, trumpet and recorder. I would not be willing to give any a go these days. &lt;br /&gt;[J is for favorite juice?] Apple.&lt;br /&gt;[K is for kids?:] arnt alright.&lt;br /&gt;[L is for last kiss?:] The ferret just licked my face. Gross. &lt;br /&gt;[M is for marriage:]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6qd_j98-y-M&lt;br /&gt;[N is for nickname:] Brrrrrrrrr.i.&lt;br /&gt;[O is for overnight hospital stays:] I was a child and had a suspected appendicitus. I cant remember what it actually was. &lt;br /&gt;[P is for phobias:] Spiders. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;[Q is for quote:] "Remember when I said I was going to kill you last? I lied."&lt;br /&gt;[V is for vegetable you love:] Sweet potato. No sweet potato chips will ever be as good as th eones as Tribeca Grill in NYC though.&lt;br /&gt;[W is for worst habit:] I like a good rant.&lt;br /&gt;[X is for x-rays you've had:] Teeth, its not plesent.&lt;br /&gt;[Y is for yummy food you make:] Cakes.&lt;br /&gt;[Z is for zodiac sign:] Capricorn. I think thats a goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this week, it is brilliant. Yesterday I saw my darling Lais and we went for sushi with Georgie after visiting the petting zoo that is Georgies living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from work saying that I wasnt needed in on thursday or friday so I have the next few days to catch up on my love film and get back into the swing of drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my provisional grade for the year and managed to get a 2:1 again, goodness knows how but I was pretty delighted. As I got a 2:1 for my essay too, hopefully it will be a 2:1 overall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And best of all, the wonderful wonderful miss Helen Kimber is hopefully moving up here. SO ruddy excited !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im going to go and watch the Duchess because I love Kiera Knightly, and wait for the lunchtime rush at the gym to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-1692260830321352117?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/1692260830321352117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=1692260830321352117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/1692260830321352117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/1692260830321352117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-for-age-23-b-is-for-beer-of-choice.html' title='The novalty of the West Country news will never die.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-3667609238736148436</id><published>2009-07-03T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:47:16.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you feel dog ? Rrrruff !</title><content type='html'>I am hella broody for a canine. Living in a flat does not make this an attainable feat. It is turning into a slightly embaressing issue, as whenevr I see a dog in the street I go a bit mushy and when they come over to say hi I make a noise a bit like 'AWOOOEEEERRQ !!!' And the other day I met one who looked like this and it rested its head on my knee and looked up at me thumping its tail and my heart nearly melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=cbce2c6efbca04246749fbae81eaf78f-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/cbce2c6efbca04246749fbae81eaf78f-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sen the Hangover at the movies, it was ruddy hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Transformers, which was just a poorer version of the first one.&lt;br /&gt;Ive seen Public Enemies too, which I did enjoy but in heinsight probably wouldnt have if Depps face wasnt so magnificent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an interview with him the other day where they refure to his yaught and how its name is the first 2 letters of each member of his families names. Makeing it 'Vajoliroja.' Which I will choose to read 'thejollyroger' which in turn is a bit genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the heat. Its great, but makes it hard to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to San Francisco,&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to San Francisco,&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna meet some gentle people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also since my elder sister has published it on Facebook that means I can shout about the fact that im going to be an Auntie (and of an actual baby, not a hamster or guinea pig)! I will buy it onesies styled to look like a bear-cub. Excited !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im off to make myself a salad, with tomato, mixed lettuce, tuna and boiled egg. Im quite bored of this. Someone give me new exciting salad ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-3667609238736148436?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/3667609238736148436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=3667609238736148436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/3667609238736148436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/3667609238736148436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-do-you-feel-dog-rrrruff.html' title='How do you feel dog ? Rrrruff !'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-437247872870547852</id><published>2009-06-17T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:19:06.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Lies</title><content type='html'>It has been a while,&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy with daily routines. Uni, gym, trying to train the ferret to roll over on demand. Slow progress. Ive finished my 2nd year at uni now, joyous occasions. When I do finish I will be old and 24. Which is concerning, but less concerning than the fact that that is only a year away. How time flies.&lt;br /&gt;I got a 2:1 for my essay on Bourdieu, Von Hagen and Monet which im pretty happy with. &lt;br /&gt;I am now focusing on making the most of what little sunshine we get, and trying to plan trips to the beach, bike rides, festivals, bbqs and other quintessential cheesy British activities. &lt;br /&gt;I am ill with a harrowing cough and it is a pain. I have also royally messed up my index finger on my right hand so cant even pick up a dumbell. Popped a blood vesse or vein or something. And while I begrudgingly dragged myself to the drs, they responded to both ailments with the predicted 'ah well theyll both get better soon enough, nothing I can do.' Helpful !&lt;br /&gt;While work cant give me overtime, ive applied to volunteer at the zoo to work with the mammels. Im still waiting to hear back, but I ruddy hope they accept me. It would be pretty much awesome, and worth getting up at 6.30am. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-437247872870547852?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/437247872870547852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=437247872870547852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/437247872870547852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/437247872870547852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/06/true-lies.html' title='True Lies'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-8737444387031024866</id><published>2009-05-10T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:42:57.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>I can just feel it ebbing away,&lt;br /&gt;like fat off meat, slowly dripping, melting away into a grimey puddle on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I care to do much about it. Not today. Always the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a most unplesent thing, tiring yourself out doing such menial tasks.&lt;br /&gt;You dont feel like youve spent your day productively at all, yet are too tired to actually do anything proactive at the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;I have less than a month until all my uni works due in. Cripes, if only I hadnt 'lost' my entire Spring term to an unexplainable bout of 'suddenly cant draw a damn thing.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite want a vesper.&lt;br /&gt;Cars scare me when im behind the wheel. If only I lived back in time a few hundred years and I could commute on a horse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, who is this new Pixie Lott girl on the scene ? Her song is so so, but I do want to like her. Buff. Not the one eye blue one eye brown thing though, I will leave that kinda look up to my darling Katie &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually dead excited about my return to the gym. I miss my guns. I currently look like a snorlax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, everyone on a forum I post on thinks these Kurt Keiger heels are ugly but I rather love them. Id look a bit like id just kicked a pond on a grey day. I wonder what that says about my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=kgheels.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/kgheels.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Scout has a twitter now because he is more interesting than me.&lt;br /&gt;www.twitter.com/Scoutsaysthis&lt;br /&gt;and im at&lt;br /&gt;www.twitter.com/Ruthsaysthis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jovial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-8737444387031024866?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/8737444387031024866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=8737444387031024866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/8737444387031024866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/8737444387031024866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/05/time.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-5874208526728481835</id><published>2009-04-30T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:09:05.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith space.</title><content type='html'>This week we curated an exhibition for our critique at Faith space in Southville.&lt;br /&gt;We chose two rooms, a dark, red brick basement and a well lit sunday school room.&lt;br /&gt;I chose to install two pieces, both portraits of a puppy sleeping, but wanted to install one in each space because the conotations that came with each piece were so influanced by its surroundings. Heres some photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=redbrickroom1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/redbrickroom1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=redbrickroom7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/redbrickroom7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=redbrickroom14.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/redbrickroom14.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=pianoroom2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/pianoroom2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-5874208526728481835?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/5874208526728481835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=5874208526728481835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/5874208526728481835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/5874208526728481835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/04/faith-space.html' title='Faith space.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-2038993158938087096</id><published>2009-04-30T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:55:14.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Snuffles</title><content type='html'>My fantastic hamster died last night, which is pretty lame because he was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos of him doing what he did best,&lt;br /&gt;(ramming his pouches full and using his balls as a cushion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01485-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01485-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=mrsnuff.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/mrsnuff.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other ham will be quite so suave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-2038993158938087096?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/2038993158938087096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-4788302664561576617</id><published>2009-04-20T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:51:58.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By the power of Bauer.</title><content type='html'>Even when the sky is at its bluest over here, its still not as deep blue as it is in America. I wonder why that is. There is always a hint of white here.&lt;br /&gt;No matter. Sunshine and blue skies are good in any form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent alot of time with the family in Guildford over Easter, which was plesent. &lt;br /&gt;I did literally nothing aside read books and walk the dog. It was calming.&lt;br /&gt;Actually on Wednesday I went to London at the last minute and spent the afternoon with Sean &amp;co in The Blackout in case I could be of any use as an extra in the Kerrang shoot.&lt;br /&gt;It all looked very cool and the guys looked very suave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went for a 90min bike ride along the river to Bower Library,&lt;br /&gt;and painted a large picture of a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;Now I may go buy some icecream.&lt;br /&gt;A productive day !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-4788302664561576617?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/4788302664561576617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=4788302664561576617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/4788302664561576617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/4788302664561576617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/04/by-power-of-bauer.html' title='By the power of Bauer.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-4827989085681656647</id><published>2009-04-17T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:49:34.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh see</title><content type='html'>Im in a good mood today.&lt;br /&gt;Im back in Bristol as of this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent the last few hours drawing. Since Christmas ive been having the worst time mind/art degree wise. Because I hit a brick wall and everything I was producing was rubbish. Which in turn made me not want to draw. &lt;br /&gt;However this afternoon I broke through the brickwall with a big preverbial bat. I feel vastly relieved. &lt;br /&gt;I have a plan and I have redescovered my ability to draw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relief has been a largely felt emotion these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was mostly relieved by the fact that Mr. Snuffles had stopped shedding his skin, and was seemingly content with being bald. He is now unlikely to die from said insane allergic reaction. Joy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what NYC was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;A disapointing vegan gluten-free plane lunch. Arrive at 51st and 3rd. De pod at hotel. Get some Hooters action. Times Square. Rockafellas. Central park. Re-Climatise to the wonderful grid system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;MOMA. Greenwich village. Subway cards. Mexican food. Little Italy. China town. Cab driver conspiricy theorys. Naps then salad. If you can call it that. Low fog. Sesame street and Oliver &amp; Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Chicago on Broadway. Ellen Stardust diner. Serenaded with hotdogs. Thunderstorms unlike ive ever seen. Dinner in Little Italy. Peanut butter m&amp;m's. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Walk all the way down 5th. DeNiro's grill in Tribeca. Choppy waters. Empire State. Century 21. Pier 17. Walk back all along Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Circleline Cruise. Clear skies. Mick Hucknel vs Rowen Atkinson AS Mr. Bean. Either or either or ! A gurning man. Coney Island. Singing man on train "Sometimes I wonder what Im-a gonna do lalalalala summertime blues." A cop in a doughnut store. Horse face hug. Monsters vs Aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;American Museum of Natural Hirtory. Central Park. Sqirrols. Metropolitan Museum of Art. Longest cab ride EVER. Rain. Alot. Liti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Secrets. Pier 17 again. 'Are you ready for a smoke?' Liza Minelli. A hunt for a good book store. Japanese food. 'Body works' exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Guggenheim. The worst cab driver in the world, "Planet Hollywood in Times Square / Do you have the adress ?" NYC tack. Koontz. The greatest salad buffet there ever was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Killing time. Central Park. Cloverfield. The Scottish Invasion. Times Square. Macy's. Flying out at 10.30 pm and arriving home at 10.30am on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took alot of photos. If you want to see them just add me (Ruth Garrood) on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-4827989085681656647?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/4827989085681656647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=4827989085681656647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/4827989085681656647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/4827989085681656647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhhh-see.html' title='Ahhhh see'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-3548666241858242850</id><published>2009-04-06T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:11:29.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn.</title><content type='html'>Im back from my holiday in New York. I'll do a post about it later when I can be bothered. Im far too lazy at present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just made myself a twitter. Yes I have jumped on the Fry bandwagon. Add me up if you have one, twitter.com/Ruthsaysthis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-3548666241858242850?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/3548666241858242850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=3548666241858242850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/3548666241858242850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/3548666241858242850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/04/yawn.html' title='Yawn.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-5521219953421909508</id><published>2009-03-23T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:18:34.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy envy.</title><content type='html'>One of my best friends Georgie got a puppy the other day. Shes a YorkChi, or a ChiYork or something. Basically, a Yorkie and a chihuaua got it on. And the outcome was this little bundle of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=lola.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/lola.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=lola2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/lola2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not used to very small dogs however, and cannot help but watch her with a combination of marvel and disbelief. Ive always had big dogs. I think shes about the size of our Otterhounds nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of days, I have sorted out my insurance for NY. Requested entry into the states. Become more addicted to certain boxsets and decided to draw a big angry line under all my work this term, and try my damn hardest to start off a fresh next term and actually produce something that isnt crap. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-5521219953421909508?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/5521219953421909508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=5521219953421909508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/5521219953421909508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/5521219953421909508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/03/puppy-envy.html' title='Puppy envy.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-1424343401934538128</id><published>2009-03-21T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:05:03.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats it like</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been spent mostly in the company of Stretch Armstrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00211.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00211.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the cast of Roswell (Yes, the early 00's show about aliens and yes, its magnificent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to avoid all responsibility that heads my way and throwing a huff at myself when I do try and it goes wrong. &lt;br /&gt;Hours spent sitting in the suprisingly warm spring sunshine at my favorite spot, where actually things are ok again after a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=view-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/view-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=view2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/view2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am avoiding my bathroom at all costs after an invasion of substantial arachnid related proportions occured and has left the ceiling covered (I say covered, theres only 2, but theyre BIG and cover more surface area than id like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all possible rescuers are out of town. My gag reflex cannot take on the challenge so a quarentine zone has been set up until tomorrow evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine face huggers with spikier legs that appear to hover inches from the ceiling and appear and disappear without warning. Its like a terror zone in there. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYC in 5 days. Ive blitzed on the lemsip to try and rid myself of this head-cold of doom that is threatening to add considerable annoyance to the whole trip. And wondering if unexplained neck face plague will ever bugger off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-1424343401934538128?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/1424343401934538128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=1424343401934538128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/1424343401934538128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/1424343401934538128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-it-like.html' title='Whats it like'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-1564849440259687699</id><published>2009-03-15T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:52:23.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Table tennis.</title><content type='html'>I got a call from my uni course leader while I was on a gallery trip to London, asking if they could include some of my work in the exhibition at Bower. Which was cool. Its nice that im on their radar.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatly the only piece of work I have in the studio was my most recent piece, which I happen to really dislike. I said that it was their call, and that they should go have a look. So I dont actually know if im in the show or not. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I crawled out from my hermits hole and went to celebrate Katie and Helens birthdays. We looked thus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=lovelytimes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/lovelytimes.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was nice for the 3 of us to be together again for an evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday I went to see Marley and Me. Which I have been looking forward to, as the book is delightful.&lt;br /&gt;I would definatly recommend going to see it, though if you have ever owned a dog I would suggest taking a big box of tissues or else you may have to hold your breath like I did to prevent you from crying very loudly. The ladies toilets were full of crying women afterwards. I have never seen a reaction like it, and ive seen alot of movies at the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also read the book too, because the film misses out really poignant moments that display the dogs deeper character, protective and vunerable sides, on top of being an incorrigible rogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off to NYC in 12 days. I have made very few plans aside: eat at De Niro's restaurant, eat at the place with singing Elvis impersonaters. Genrally eat everywhere available.&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions on a postcard please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-1564849440259687699?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/1564849440259687699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=1564849440259687699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/1564849440259687699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/1564849440259687699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/03/table-tennis.html' title='Table tennis.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-3644797724478742474</id><published>2009-02-20T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:41:43.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticks of rock, donkeys and snap wristbands.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=bothdonkey.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/bothdonkey.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00111.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00111.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00119.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00119.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=cheese.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/cheese.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00125.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00125.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=hearts.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/hearts.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-3644797724478742474?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/3644797724478742474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=3644797724478742474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/3644797724478742474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/3644797724478742474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/02/sticks-of-rock-donkeys-and-snap.html' title='Sticks of rock, donkeys and snap wristbands.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-1496778859223616982</id><published>2009-02-19T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:05:57.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'I share my bed with a baby rhino.'</title><content type='html'>I love to produce my art, but the longer I spend in Art related education, the more I am enclined to consider that I dont want a career in it. I love what I do, but thats it. And im realistic enough to know that it doesnt really matter too much if I want it or not, because its a tough nut to crack anyway. I would be a shoddy curator, although im learning to be more open minded, I know what I like, and find it hard to understand alot of 'ideas'. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it would suit me better to keep this as my hobby, my beloved past time that isnt ruined by the stress and politics of Fine Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to wonder what I DO want to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been spent in quiet contemplation reguarding my future.&lt;br /&gt;Ive already put this off for longer than I should,&lt;br /&gt;im 23 and only in my second year of my degree.&lt;br /&gt;This time next year I will nearly have finished and will be thrown relunctantly into the wide world of careers and day jobs. This isnt a plesent thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending alot of time looking at these sites in particular:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.conservationafrica.net/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bluecross.org.uk/web/site/WorkWithUs/CareersIntro.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment my chosen future would involve a bit of both. Im an idealist, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am not living up to the general student lifestyle hype. Theres a suprise.&lt;br /&gt;Mug of tea in hand, tatty old armchair and tarten blanket spread across my knees, household pet perched precariously on my slipped feet, snoring contentedly after an afternoon of joyful terrorising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am restless for change yet utterly comfortable with my current situation.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel a bit like when youve just woken up from a really powerful dream and it stays with you all day and leaves you in a bit of a haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-1496778859223616982?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/1496778859223616982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=1496778859223616982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/1496778859223616982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/1496778859223616982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-share-my-bed-with-baby-rhino.html' title='&apos;I share my bed with a baby rhino.&apos;'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-381676441617484841</id><published>2009-02-14T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:52:25.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll buy you one more frozen orange juice on this fantastic day.</title><content type='html'>I am listening to the sountrack to my childhood once more with joyful reminising. Its so strange how insignificant moments long forgotten are snapped back with a well timed Hi Ho Silver Lining and a Sweet Talking Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday Dad was well enough to day visit, and we went to the Dr. Who experiance in Cardiff. I think it impossible for the Garrood clan to look any more dweeby. &lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of photos, although I dont have many as both men are less than willing to upload them all.  BOOOO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=cardiffbay.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/cardiffbay.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=cybermen.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/cybermen.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=dad.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/dad.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00071.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00071.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00067.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00067.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=mirror2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/mirror2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I spent the day in typical Bri &amp; Lais style, eating sushi until we practically roll out, then sitting in Cafe Nero bantering for hours. Lovely &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still utterly uninspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rescue me, and i'll rescue you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-381676441617484841?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/381676441617484841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=381676441617484841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/381676441617484841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/381676441617484841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-buy-you-one-more-frozen-orange.html' title='I&apos;ll buy you one more frozen orange juice on this fantastic day.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-7537540461335544101</id><published>2009-02-09T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:50:54.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standard PC times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00045.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00045.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00046.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00046.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hes actually snoring too.&lt;br /&gt;Its a hard life being a ferret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-7537540461335544101?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/7537540461335544101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=7537540461335544101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/7537540461335544101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/7537540461335544101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/02/standard-pc-times.html' title='Standard PC times.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-6681396836147002398</id><published>2009-02-08T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:37:58.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh.</title><content type='html'>Y'know what, today has been appaulling. And one such that esculates with every small error.&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be at work at 9am on a Sunday. I sure dont. We had 2 powercuts where everything went off. Tills, esculators, lights. Everything. It was dark and people still wanted to pay for things. It wasnt happening.&lt;br /&gt;People talked down to me alot today, which annoys me a little, because I may be blonde and I may be a shop assistant part time using a system that is 98% invented purely to make us look as stupid as possible, but im not thick and at least im working to fund my education, even if it does mean working in some form, 7 days a week. &lt;br /&gt;On returning home, I hit the kitchen light, which promptly zapped out. As did every other light in the appartment. Thank heavens for my dad and his manage-the-fusebox-like-so phonecalls. &lt;br /&gt;Bristol has thawed out nicely, which makes a plesent change from ice skating to work on the sheet ice that covered the city centre. It wasnt that impressive to be honest, Castle Park looked like this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=castlepark.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/castlepark.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And was well and truelly stumped by mothers photos of Guildford and Yorik playing in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=garden2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/garden2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=manorroadskyview2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/manorroadskyview2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=dogatron2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/dogatron2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is against dad coming up to visit and us getting our Dr. Who Experiance on. First the snow, then his op. Which is really disapointing, but these things happen and im sure I will see him and the mothership soon. This week therefore, I will be mostly sitting around trying to think of a succesful way to progress my work from last term, and working out to Comeback Kid and Girls Aloud in an attempt to get buff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ferret has taken to leaving little piles of food around my feet while im on the PC. This helps vary his day between climbing inside plastic bags and flipping out, stealing my dvds, sunglasses, pens, facecream, rubbers, books and anything else he can manage to drag away, and stashing them away under the couch. Its terribly annoying as well as pretty confusing. The little swine, he's an enigma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-6681396836147002398?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/6681396836147002398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=6681396836147002398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/6681396836147002398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/6681396836147002398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/02/gosh.html' title='Gosh.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-9079147462272238547</id><published>2009-01-31T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:04:00.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life is delightfully passive at present. Mindless work. Mindless gyming and socialising. Mindless lack of inspiration for uni. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR ZODIAC SIGN ?&lt;br /&gt;I believe I am the one thats the goat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE A KID AGAIN ?&lt;br /&gt;When im visiting my parents and they pick me up from town. Hello taxi service again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR WEAKNESS ?&lt;br /&gt;Puppys. General baby animals, but especially puppies. The more folorn looking the weaker I become. Unless we're talking Kryptonite to my Superman weakness. In which case it would be bio washing powder. If im even still allergic to that, it has been about 17 years since we tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT CANDLE SCENT IS YOURE FAVORITE ?&lt;br /&gt;Those conamonny ones you get at Christmas. Christmas spices or whatever. Although David has purchased some lovely strawberry type ones which are very plesent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR NATIONALITY ?&lt;br /&gt;British.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT KIND OF MUSIC DO YOU DISLIKE THE MOST ?&lt;br /&gt;Trance megabeat stuff they play at such places like Ibiza. It gives me a bit of a headache just hearing it for a moment. I dont get it. Maybe you have to be off your face on drugs to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SPORT DO YOU DISLIKE MOST ?&lt;br /&gt;Proffesional football. I dont have a problem with football per say, its fun to play, but few things are more annoying than those poncy egomaniacs that flounce around the football pitch on 30million a year or whatever, pretending theyve been crippled whenever anyone comes close. It just makes them look like a load of wusses. Get out there and get some Rugby on !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK ?&lt;br /&gt;I do like my cider. Or gin. Or diet coke really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU COOK ? &lt;br /&gt;I bake better than I can cook, and can only cook things that no one else wants to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU GO OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS OFTEN ?&lt;br /&gt;I have been more so as of late. I am not one who is able to embark in rowdy behaviour when I have alot of work on. Luckily for me there isnt much work on lately, so comedy Metallica and claw times can ensue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST TIME YOU WERE IN TROUBLE ?&lt;br /&gt;Not really trouble, but my manager did ask me to dress 'less sexy' at work. I still maintain that I wasnt dressed remotly prevokitivly, and in fact looked like a grumpy state. Said attire included a hoodie, black skirt, pumps and thigh high socks. And a ridiculous sized comedy bow in my hair. I guess an inch of my unsightly pale skin above my knee is a bit too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT KIND OF PHONE DO YOU HAVE ?&lt;br /&gt;Sony Ericsson K800i. It does the job, but does turn itself off far too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A STRIP CLUB ?&lt;br /&gt;I have ! But only because I used to take my pole dancing classes there. We would leave just as it was opening in the eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATS IN YOUR CD PLAYER ?&lt;br /&gt;I actually dont even have one anymore. Although I was listening to Girls Aloud and Comeback Kid last on my ipod. They were my 'GET RIPPED, AAARGH !!!' gym soundtrack of Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR LAST ALCAHOLIC BEVERAGE ?&lt;br /&gt;Magners. I drank it whilst observing a distressing scene of ageing drunk 'lads' and 'ladettes' gyrating on a dancefloor. I left shortly after as it was a bit too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BEN ON AN AIRPLANE ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, quite a few times now. I dont enjoy it much, but I can deal with it these days. Before I was 18 id never flown. Im jetting to NYC in just over a month though. Horray !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATS IN YOUR SHOWER ?&lt;br /&gt;Alot of Original Source stuff, as David has a bit of an obsession. Also ferret shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAC OR PC ?&lt;br /&gt;I have a PC. Its knackered. Eds going to build me a new one soon. Horray ! I like macs for work, I miss things like Quark for the layouts but my PC generally gets what I need done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU WEAR JEWELLARY ?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I have a delightfully tacky watch with a white leather strap and diamante round the face. Aside that, not really. I have some special things, like a necklace from my parents and a personalised charm bracelet from Katie, but I worry about losing or breaking them. they come out on special occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST THING YOU THINK WHEN YOU WAKE UP ?&lt;br /&gt;'Is there anyway I can get away with going back to sleep ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER GONE SCUBA DIVING ?&lt;br /&gt;No, I would like to though. It looks amazing. I would also like to see a shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATS ON YOUR FEET RIGHT NOW ?&lt;br /&gt;Slipper boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU KISSED SOMEONE ?&lt;br /&gt;Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU GONE TO A PROM ?&lt;br /&gt;No, it looked lame and we didnt get on with 90% of people there. Also one threatened to beat my best friend up if she went. We assumed this was an empty threat, but it didnt do much to convince us to shell out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU TAKE YOUR COFFEE ?&lt;br /&gt;I dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOURE DRIVING ?&lt;br /&gt;Panic. I didnt enjoy it much and subsiquently havt done it for about 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATS THE LAST THING YOU ATE ?&lt;br /&gt;Grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-9079147462272238547?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/9079147462272238547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=9079147462272238547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/9079147462272238547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/9079147462272238547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-life-is-delightfully-passive-at.html' title=''/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-7296608478554934969</id><published>2009-01-28T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:46:32.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling teeth.</title><content type='html'>Im enjoying chilling out and not being so frantic at uni this week.&lt;br /&gt;Today I have done nothing at all, aside going to the dr's for various things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of which was for some help because ive developed an intense fear of getting my last 2 wisdom teeth out. Which is ridiculous as Ive already had 2 out in 2 seperate operations. So I know that it doesnt hurt. However I think this is where the fear comes from. I know &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; what its going to feel like, I can imagine accutely the sensation of everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time he had to stop because I was shaking so much. Which is irrational because I know it doesnt hurt. I think its just because it sure as hell doesnt feel natural lying back and allowing someone to wrench your biggest, deeply embedded teeth out with pliers. Being conscious throughout it all aint cool. &lt;br /&gt;First time I wasnt given any meds for when after the injection wore off, and that wasnt plesent. Even swallowing made my eyes water. Then again someone had just dug a great hunk of tooth out of my jaw leaving a big old hole stitched up, no wonder it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive done it twice, but my word, just thinking about it makes me feel sick and panicy. Sadly these 2 I definatly have to have taken out at some point, and theyre starting to get painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention my unplesently vivid teeth-falling-out-roof-of-mouth-splintering-tearing-tongue-out nightmares. Its literally a nightmare coming true !&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous melodrama has ensued, and the dr kindly gave me a supply of valium to hopefully chill me out for the op. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I am meeting Georgie after work, then Im going to Propeganda with Claire and Rach and it will be awsome. I may even wear my wolf montage teeshirt dress. Gin ftw !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-7296608478554934969?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/7296608478554934969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=7296608478554934969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/7296608478554934969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/7296608478554934969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/01/pulling-teeth.html' title='Pulling teeth.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-8465850657709312334</id><published>2009-01-26T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:37:12.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If you won the lottery, what's the 1st thing you would buy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id buy my parents a country house and make sure they didnt have to work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if you found out you were adopted?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be impressed therefore that I bore such a striking resemblance to my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if you walked into your house only to find your boyfreind and your mother making out?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My word, what a thought !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if a stranger told your your partner was cheating on you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give them a witering look and walk away. I trust him more than a stranger anyday, obv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could adopt one personality trait from someone, who and what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The personality trait that enables me to sing, or do something else remarkably well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you want to experience if you found out you were dying?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cure to whatever I was dying of, would probably be choice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if you or your partner found out they were pregnant tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my partner found out they were pregnant I would be amused, and then intreguied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could have avoided living one year of your past, which one and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess any bad year has been beneficial because theyve been a learning experiance. Theres always been good with the bad too. I couldve done without living in Portsmouth for 9 months, that was pretty miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if you saw that George W Bush had fallen in a well in your back yard?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would congratulate my self on my new found back yard. Then id probably help him out. And then maybe enquire into how exactly he thought Sadam killed Mandela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would a person have to do to let you know WITHOUT telling you, that they didn't like you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spitting in my face outta do it. Or a hefty kick in the shins. Something of that nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you were to drown in a liquid, other than water, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cider, or gin. Probably gin, id get drunk quicker and stop caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if soda was illegal, would you still drink it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id probably finish the stuff in my fridge. Then maybe id stop. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if you could only have one friend, who would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant choose that. That all have different purposes. I dont think Katie would be that interested if I phoned her asking for advice on what moniter to purchase, and I dont think Ed would be that impressed if I phoned him to discuss the new Tennant tv show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If the world ended tomorrow, do you think you will go to heaven?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you were paid 100 million dollars to sleep with an HIV positive person, would you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you knew you couldnt get caught, would you rob a bank?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I probably wouldnt be able to figure the safe out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could have a super power, what one would you choose?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teleportation. Then I wouldnt have to fly on planes. Ugh. Planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you had to move out of the state you're in, what state would you move to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im fine in Bristol thanks. I dont know what county that is. Avon maybe ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could be forgiven for one thing in your life, what would you choose?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing id want to post across the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you were to die in a public place, exactly what spot would you choose?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, I dont care ! Id be dying, the spot wouldnt be at the front of my mind. Maybe a hospital waiting room, then id at least have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you had to die in one of history's disasters, which one would you pick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh why all the death questeions ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could take revenge on any one you know, who, why, how?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not a child, I dont seek vengance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could choose how you die, how would it happen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old and in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could instantly play an instrument you never played, which one?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know about ones ive never played, ive played a fair few instruments, id like to be able to play guitar or drums again, really well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could discover one medical cure, what would it be for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer, it ruins so many lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could undo one lie in your life, what would it be, and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really bad one ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could warn yourself in the past, about something, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girls can be mean and that true friends are to be treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if your best friend of the same sex proposed marriage to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say, "I dont think Ed would be too impressed if we eloped, but thanks for the offer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could get rid of a fear, which would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiders and being alone in the extreme dark. Both are very irrational and a little bit lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could choose your age of death, what would that age be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know what, joyous as it is to be morbid, im going to not answer anymore death questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If in a circus, who would you be in the show?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone awsome. Maybe the people who do the trivks in the box so I know how they do them, because I sure as hell cant figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could re-live one year of your life so far, what year would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One at school, maybe my last year. I was tame back then but im pretty awsome now. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If something were to be named after you, what would you want it to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An art gallery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could change one thing about today, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would stop my back from hurting because it makes me feel like an old lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you were given a year supply of something, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet coke, oooorrrr grapes. Or salmon fillets. I cant choose !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you were given a prop from a movie, what movie would it be? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe an Alien from 'Alien'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-8465850657709312334?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/8465850657709312334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=8465850657709312334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/8465850657709312334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/8465850657709312334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2009/01/procrastinating.html' title='Procrastinating.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-2440719634859414724</id><published>2008-12-26T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:47:48.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon anniversaire et Joyeux Noel</title><content type='html'>This week I turned 23. And then there was Christmas. It was delightfully similar to always. Good food. Good people. Comedy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly the most photogenic couple in the world. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=RuthEdwardo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/RuthEdwardo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The face is due to the dying whining of the musical candel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=singingcandle.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/singingcandle.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=jimmyedkatie.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/jimmyedkatie.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone got into the coal scuttle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01923.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01923.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a rug rolled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01926.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01926.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad thrilling Katie with a cautionary tale of festive decorating, and consiquently getting in the way of the obligortary Christmas Tree Photo '08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01930.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01930.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo of my parents dog by the tree is bittersweet, because I took one exactly the same this time last year, only with my dog in the frame. And I really miss that dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01933.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01933.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00695.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC00695.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pestering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=scoutwout.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/scoutwout.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01928-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01928-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manouvering furniture in table prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01936.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01936.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unimpressed by my helpfullness, mother looks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01934.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01934.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01940.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01940.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helpful tidying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01929.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01929.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visit from Cakeskull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01937.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01937.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross Kemp keeping us in the holidayu spirit, sadly not on gangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01939.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01939.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...because apparently one Christmas cake is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01938.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01938.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01945.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01945.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not impressing others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01950.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01950.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambi eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01949.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01949.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Nativity from Bethlehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01952.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01952.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01951.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01951.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning and someone got the standard comedy reindeer sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01955.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01955.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard documentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=dinnerrrrr3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/dinnerrrrr3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far too many brussel sprouts by a long shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01981.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01981.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turkey the size of a bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=dinnerrrr2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/dinnerrrr2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millie gets her neg on at the rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=negimillie.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/negimillie.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romancing with Champagne by the fireside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01986.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01986.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romancing with Legolas by the fireside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01988.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01988.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bat Scout / Dragon ferret spaces out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01987.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01987.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in time for work on the 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01991.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01991.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-2440719634859414724?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/2440719634859414724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=2440719634859414724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/2440719634859414724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/2440719634859414724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/12/bon-anniversaire-et-joyeux-noel.html' title='Bon anniversaire et Joyeux Noel'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-8747486092281468520</id><published>2008-12-16T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:45:12.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny.</title><content type='html'>The mad rush to get all uni work in is over, accessments were yesterday and I can finally chill. However, I have no work to do, Edward has gone home, Davids asleep and the lady downstairs bangs whenever I get my drum action on in Guitar Hero World Tour. Im actually, heaven forbid, a little bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Here is a photo of the worlds longest rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=loooooong.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/loooooong.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next week with all of its festive delights promises to be pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I shall see Lais, we will finish Christmas shopping and eat alot of sushi. Joy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-8747486092281468520?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/8747486092281468520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=8747486092281468520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/8747486092281468520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/8747486092281468520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/12/bunny.html' title='Bunny.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-4423762093945565494</id><published>2008-11-30T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:14:08.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyeux Noel !</title><content type='html'>It is advent Sunday, &lt;br /&gt;this has been made more apparent by the presence of the advent candle my mother sent me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01853.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01853.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure she would be less than impressed to know that its jammed into an empty Gaymers bottle, but we must work with what we have available.&lt;br /&gt;Im sure God will not be offended. It was 5 for £5 after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im delighted that its Christmas. People are officially allowed to be festive and I will not be a Scrooge. I will also crack out Muppets Christmas Carol and maybe even get the tinsel out. &lt;br /&gt;Uni work is coming along well, aside the DRPP presentation which I would rather pretend just wasnt going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;I will be 23 on the 23rd and its wierd. Im usually ready for it but I dont feel prepared to be almost mid-20's. My word, I was 17 yesterday I swear ! That being said, in other respects I feel very aged and old before my time. My current sitation (tarten blanket, slippers and mug of hot chocolate) seem to agree. When I think about whats happened these past few years it stretches time between my teenage years and now so vastly that its a wonder im not already 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mince pies anyone ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-4423762093945565494?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/4423762093945565494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=4423762093945565494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/4423762093945565494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/4423762093945565494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/11/joyeux-noel.html' title='Joyeux Noel !'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-2631897753923474014</id><published>2008-11-25T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:26:53.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lesson part one.</title><content type='html'>Todays lesson is that when using fabriano, do not attempt to roll unless the edges are suitably reinforced. Otherwise considerable damage may occur, like so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01849.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01849.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a good thing I documented it well in advance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=smaller-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/smaller-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=smaller2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/smaller2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks muse, Scout the encouragable rogue is still a delightful little terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=tiny.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/tiny.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my view on the way to the studio earlier. It would however, have been tainted less were there not a police van complete with 'underwater search team' and stretcher a bit to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01804.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01804.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late nights japanese food at Cabot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01820.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01820.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a great new biker jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01857.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01857.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I now have a fringe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-2631897753923474014?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/2631897753923474014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=2631897753923474014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/2631897753923474014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/2631897753923474014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/11/lesson-part-one.html' title='The lesson part one.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-3856082310326041076</id><published>2008-11-20T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:45:16.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Halloween...</title><content type='html'>Next Halloween I want to go dressed in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01799.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01799.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-3856082310326041076?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/3856082310326041076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=3856082310326041076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/3856082310326041076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/3856082310326041076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/11/next-halloween.html' title='Next Halloween...'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-6538735567785823547</id><published>2008-11-05T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:16:26.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine Art ball-ache</title><content type='html'>Im finding my Fine Art degree hard.&lt;br /&gt;If you think its all about drawing and colouring in, I can assure you its considerably more stressful than that.&lt;br /&gt;Im very lost, and although its been a common feeling during my practice, I feel really deflated this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I overcome one obsticle, im presented with 2 more.&lt;br /&gt;My AVC text is unclear and im having trouble pulling out the relevant threads. Its disappointing and wearing me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to plan my work experiance, and although people keep pointing out that I cant move forward until I know &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; I want to do, I still have no idea. Let alone how to convince anyone that I would be a valuble commodity and not a liability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If anyone knows of any Art related volenteer work oppertunities around the spring time then let me know ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have as group crit / exhibition / tutorial / goodness knows what else combined, then on Friday im off to London for the Open 14 'Art as a public issue' lecture series. This will be an interesting experiance, I hope it all sinks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-6538735567785823547?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/6538735567785823547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=6538735567785823547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/6538735567785823547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/6538735567785823547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/11/fine-art-ball-ache.html' title='Fine Art ball-ache'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-5559353122543764040</id><published>2008-11-02T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:25:34.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooky.</title><content type='html'>This week I urge you to re-descover the teen goth in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01741.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01741.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01742.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01742.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01743.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01743.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-5559353122543764040?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/5559353122543764040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=5559353122543764040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/5559353122543764040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/5559353122543764040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/11/spooky.html' title='Spooky.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-6916799591220444951</id><published>2008-11-01T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:30:50.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BANG !</title><content type='html'>Halloween was not the delight I had anticipated, as I dont do mornings and had to be up at 7 the following day to do the delivery at work, which was a drama in itself as the lift broke. There was a moment where I thought I was going to have to carry 50+ crates up to the first floor by hand, but luckily Trev the cleaner was on hand to jump up and down in the lift til it started working again. Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Halloween I looked like this. It was a good costume and I didnt go out nearly long anough to do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01739.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01739.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01738.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01738.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina's housemade is a professional makeup artist and made her up like so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01734.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01734.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH LOOK someone went as that guy from DSHS. Wearing a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01731.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01731.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; a vampire / dirty old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01733.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01733.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonfire night last year was wonderful. They told the story of Guy Fawkes over the PA complete with tortured screaming, and then set the fireworks off to such classics as Live and Let Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year however was a bit of a wash out, but in true British style we stuck it out til the end and were considerably soaked, cold and miserable by then end of it. STILL, at least we tried !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David trys out the spinny doom thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01727-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01727-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon became a bit of a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01736.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01736.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: the dark person shape is actually the rains imprint. The rides that speedy, and the rain was that wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01738-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01738-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowds were a sight to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01728.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01728.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took them long enough to light it, (complete with a poor taste Bush Guy) But it was pretty toasty when they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=firefirefire.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/firefirefire.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=fireworks.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/fireworks.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=fireworks2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/fireworks2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=fireworks3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/fireworks3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This muddy, THIS MUDDY ! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01759.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01759.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was almost saved by hot dogs and candyfloss, but then the scummy brown water non hot chocolate was the straw that broke the donkeys back. &lt;br /&gt;Never have I been so happy to return home to my slippers and hot water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh life.&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-6916799591220444951?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/6916799591220444951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=6916799591220444951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/6916799591220444951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/6916799591220444951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/11/bang.html' title='BANG !'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-999576595314290125</id><published>2008-10-19T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:31:10.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's labours lost.</title><content type='html'>Reacently ive been very aware of the passing of time, namely its uncomfortable speed. Its already mid October, ive already been back at uni for 3 weeks and more specifically each individual week flies by with startling rapidity. Each passing monday feels like it should be yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of something my dad said when I was a kid, that time flies, and it gets worse the older you get. Wise man Mr. Garrood. I laughed at the time, but he wasnt kidding. He was spot on and I find it disconcerting. It makes me feel like im running full-speed, and that one day i'll remember and look back at life will have flown me by. &lt;br /&gt;Im nearly 23. This is not something that im emotionally ready for. Does anyone else feel like theyre still a kid maskerading as an adult ? One day I will be found out and sent back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that being said, im enjoying life at the moment. Despite being ravaged by the longest running cold in the history of all time. I have seen Lais alot, which is delightful as she is comedy genius. We had the greatest sushi the other day, I think I excededed all previous records set by spending over £20 on raw fishy delights. &lt;br /&gt;Dave was back for a week from the chilly heights of Glasgow, and we saw the Blackout a couple of times which was alot of fun and DSHS only once sadly. Would have gone to the london show but I was instead in Stratford-upon-avon witnessing the delights of Shakespears birth place, Loves Labours Lost and Tennant in tights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Edward is back from his tour japes and we're off to visit mother, father, uncle and brother for a few days where we will embark on 16 year old brother birthday banter. (I have no idea what to get a 16 year old with chavesque tendancies and a liking for rowdy behaviour) I settled for a Hollyoaks babes calander which he will find amusingly embaressing. And an assortment of things from my store that I thought was cool but he probably wont. Oh well, he'll probably sell it all for fags anyway. (cigerettes, not gays. He likes the ladies far too much for that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will also be a week of pain and unplesentries. I will probably come back minus a wisdom tooth, and the last time I had one out it was the most intense pain ive ever felt (including my foot being broken than a large horse, and tearing out my nail from the root) Im not a fan of pain, it wont be jolly. Maybe he will give me the funny gas I got last time that made me feel a bit tipsy and able to hear 90s pop music. However, Scout my ferret will be getting his balls lopped off, so I cant really complain. We will both be negi together and im sure Edward cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the longest post ever. Can you tell im putting off clearing out my wardrobe ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-999576595314290125?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/999576595314290125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=999576595314290125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/999576595314290125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/999576595314290125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/10/loves-labours-lost.html' title='Love&apos;s labours lost.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-1107816960032342369</id><published>2008-10-10T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:42:32.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That what you get.</title><content type='html'>Things are busy. &lt;br /&gt;If im not at uni lectures, tutorials, in the studio im at work or the gym or entertaining Scout. Not to mention my new found social life. Gone are the days where my evenings involve a cup of tea and a pair of slippers. &lt;br /&gt;I like being busy, but today I took some time out and just enjoyed doing not much. Spent 30mins working on the guns (ahaha) and then ended up teaching some girls how to pole dance for half an hour, which was cool. I havnt done it for a while so its nice to get back into it.&lt;br /&gt;Scout is comedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=aww.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/aww.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=onmyface3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/onmyface3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to clarify, he's licking my face, not biting it. Not that it makes it much better. The little swine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In true Timberlake form, Im bringing ferrets back; &lt;br /&gt;Whilst enjoying the trousersnake inuendo, being as Scout looks like a furry snake and likes to try to crawl up your trousers. Im sure thats not where the nickname came from though. It would probably do little for his rep if it was.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have so much to say that I cant be bothered to go into it. Family life cooncerning wayward brothers is still eventful and stressful as ever. Bristol life is still plesent. Even though I descovered that the day Ed and I were at the opening of Cabot Circus, Mr. Depp was also coyly in attendance, and one of my aquaintances spoke to him. Oh life, that would have been joyous. Oh well, I have the exciting event that is 'Loves Labours Lost' at the Royal Shakespeare Company next week. Patrick Stewert will be stalked and the Picard song may be played. I wonder what attire is appropriate for such an occasion. I may have to wear my Laura Ashley style wall-paper dress and heels in an attempt to rival Tennant and his extreme height. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went to a topshop student lock in, which was rather disapointing. I did however get a sweater with anchors on it, 'land ahoy!' as well as an old lady practical cardigan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was DSHS in Bristol, and they were delightful and I was sufficently proud, despite having to deal with a load of kids macking on my bf right in front of me and saying shameful things such as 'oooh, I wish he'd throw his sweaty towel at me !' The mind boggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blackout on Sunday will be nice, work all day, followed by Sushi with Lais and the boys gig. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH also, if someone would like to enlighten me on how to make sweet mashed potato without it looking like a lumpy orange cow-pat I would be very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-1107816960032342369?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/1107816960032342369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=1107816960032342369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/1107816960032342369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/1107816960032342369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-what-you-get.html' title='That what you get.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-3118462419567399787</id><published>2008-09-29T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:29:00.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week.</title><content type='html'>Last week a fair amount happened. Here are some photos because they are better than anything I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran 10k in aid of cancer research (you can still sponser me if you want, I did it in 1hr12 !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.run10ksponsorme.org/ruthgarrood"&gt;https://www.run10ksponsorme.org/ruthgarrood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=runagain-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/runagain-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=runagain.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/runagain.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an unplesent runin with the most decreped and mangled stray cat and a quick visit from the RSPCA later, I jetted off to Frankfurt for all of 22 hrs, as flights were £1. Where the Blackout kissed a girl and liked it, Ross Kemp was on gaaaAAAAngs and our hotel was delightfully sandwiched between 'Sex Inn' and 'sexy Time'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=achtung.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/achtung.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=laisscottsean.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/laisscottsean.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a ferret called Scout to keep me company and create comical times by running up my leg like a tree and making a noise like Sweep from the Sooty show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=scoutface2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/scoutface2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=scout3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/scout3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bristol town centres new facelift was unveiled, in the shape of Cabot Circus. Where I spent 2 days exploring, sushi with Lais along with the comfiest coffee shop couch ever, shops to quirk up the Bristol folk and a 13 screen multiplex about 7 mins from my front door. Not to mention exciting looking Patisserie that looked considerably better than its produce tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=cabotcircus.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/cabotcircus.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;current=cake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/cake.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at uni and it already annoyed me a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-3118462419567399787?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/3118462419567399787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=3118462419567399787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/3118462419567399787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/3118462419567399787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-week.html' title='Last week.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-1082597735380458267</id><published>2008-09-12T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:14:10.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo gardens.</title><content type='html'>Today I went to Bristol zoo (again) with my good friend Georgie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fell in love with a sealion who followed us around incesently. I think it thought Georgies redbull was a shimmery fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;VideoID=42672023"&gt;http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;VideoID=42672023&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eyes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/eyes.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01527.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01527.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lemer.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/lemer.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01523.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01523.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some remarkably big fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01513.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01513.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01515.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01515.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01537.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01537.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy was pretty humbleing. It was slightly awkward watching him, he was so humanlike. I felt like I was watching some live art show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01538.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01538.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01543.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01543.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01554.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01554.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01555.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01555.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01557.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01557.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-1082597735380458267?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/1082597735380458267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=1082597735380458267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/1082597735380458267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/1082597735380458267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/09/zoo-gardens.html' title='Zoo gardens.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-2737453055353604084</id><published>2008-09-10T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T04:52:37.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woof.</title><content type='html'>*gone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-2737453055353604084?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/2737453055353604084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=2737453055353604084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/2737453055353604084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/2737453055353604084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/09/woof.html' title='Woof.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-989398428065994013</id><published>2008-09-05T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T04:53:39.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depp.</title><content type='html'>Today I drew Depp for my friend Georgie's birthday on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in two minds about it. I can see very clearly whats wrong with it, but im still finding it hard to establish my own style. I know that im not so good at photographic representations, particularly in human portraiture. Im better at pet portraiture, but definatly want to get better.&lt;br /&gt;So does it make it a quirky representation, or just a bad portrait ? Sure it'd be great to be able to produce work as precise as a photo, but its not for everyone and you cant compare Caravaggio and Rego, say, theyre both exceptional in their own rights.&lt;br /&gt;Here I can look at it and think 'hmm, yeah its alright like. Not great, but not bad.' And then i'll compare it to the original, and consider very strongly screwing it up into a little ball and setting it on fire to rid the world of this monstrosity. Veering from 'yeah its recognisable' to 'my word, she's not going to know who it even is.'&lt;br /&gt;I genuinlly have NO idea if its any good or if its utterly appauling. I will probably regret posting it up, in heinsight.&lt;br /&gt;One of the main flaws is my foolish / brave choice to draw directly in ink, eliminating the oppertunity to correct any flaws. Oh to get it right first time !&lt;br /&gt;Its one of those where half way through, you look at it and think 'ah wow, this is looking really good.' Then when its finished its rather disapointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-989398428065994013?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/989398428065994013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=989398428065994013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/989398428065994013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/989398428065994013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/09/depp.html' title='Depp.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-7651643727733735860</id><published>2008-09-02T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:12:56.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new heros.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=puppies.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/puppies.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rescueink.org/about.php"&gt;http://www.rescueink.org/about.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be buying the teeshirts and assorted merch in support, and you should too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-7651643727733735860?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/7651643727733735860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=7651643727733735860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/7651643727733735860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/7651643727733735860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-heros.html' title='My new heros.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-4051782154545787368</id><published>2008-09-02T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:38:26.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theft.</title><content type='html'>It would appear that someone in the Ukraine has been using my card.&lt;br /&gt;Sporadically, in small amounts., but my current financial state is very much 'every penny counts.'&lt;br /&gt;The guy on the phone seemed suprised when I said that I had never been,&lt;br /&gt;even when I pointed out that had I gone, I would be unlikely to only spend £12.33 during the entire duration of my fictional trip.&lt;br /&gt;So now my cards been frozen for the forseeable future. Melodrama to the utmost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-4051782154545787368?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/4051782154545787368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=4051782154545787368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/4051782154545787368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/4051782154545787368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/09/theft.html' title='Theft.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-5077839430108545092</id><published>2008-09-01T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:33:22.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;" I thought that you might like to have a look at this website bearing in mind what you were saying when you were last home - I heard someone from the organisation talking on the radio and it sounded very good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeforgod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.timeforgod.com/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;Mum"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon the realisation that if I want to do anything, rather than an oppertunity just falling comfortably into my lap, im going to have to get off my butt and plan it myself, I have been looking around for legit schemes and worrying far too much about how I would cope with such barriers as the extreme dark, lack of language and potential spidery encounters. And very aware that these are stupid stupid things to be worrying about in context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;News as ever. This time a year ago, calls from my mother with such a content would have shocked and made my heart stop a bit like it does when you hear bad news. These days its almost the norm, and it worries me what the future may hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a stressful day, with tension headaches a plenty and a bf with the patience of a saint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 3 weeks, I will run until my shins are jarred, but it will all be worth it. Then I will hop on a plane with Lais and Scott, see the dear guys in the Blackout play Frankfurt and have a nice little vacation. I havnt been to Germany in a while and im looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-5077839430108545092?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/5077839430108545092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=5077839430108545092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/5077839430108545092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/5077839430108545092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/09/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-3106996239141502712</id><published>2008-08-21T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:45:03.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon squares.</title><content type='html'>I live on the 4th floor of a plesent apartment complex.&lt;br /&gt;However, lately, despite the distance from the ground, we've been experiancing some rowdy behaviour in the form of erratic tapping at my bedroom window.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, the mystery was finally solved when I walked into my room to descover this little terror pecking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rowdybastard.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/rowdybastard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best clear the window sill before he cracks the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the week involved joyous reunions at Birmingham New Street, reminising, comedy japes, 'Simply Baguette....baguetter than all the rest!' 3-in-a-bed, Lais's psycho LA stalker's poetic genius, Scott's nightime terror campaign (Give him the elbow Lais !) Sweaty venues and un-suave antics at the back of the room. Breakfast at Krispy Kreme (complete with free doughnuts) and lunch at the delightfully kitsh Yo! Sushi, not to mention the life size jellybean bull. Only £22,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the treadmill are getting on rather well together, 40 mins running earlier. My marathon running father would probably raise an eyebrow in an amused fashion at this, however 40mins without collapsing in a big heap is a great achievement for me ! The guns are coming along nicely though. Weights ftw. One month until the run of pain. Good cause though !&lt;br /&gt;Sponser me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.run10ksponsorme.org/ruthgarrood"&gt;https://www.run10ksponsorme.org/ruthgarrood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend promises VI III V barbeline antics and far to much working.&lt;br /&gt;I now have to go fill a sketch book with ink drawings of various peoples faces, and delve into the exciting world of my new 'Teatime Treats to bake at home' book. Horray !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-3106996239141502712?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/3106996239141502712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=3106996239141502712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/3106996239141502712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/3106996239141502712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-live-on-4th-floor-of-plesent.html' title='Lemon squares.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-1934048303822405373</id><published>2008-08-08T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:20:16.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please sponsor me.</title><content type='html'>I know ive already posted about this, but I will keep doing so until Ive run it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im currently working super hard to get my self into better shape for this charity run. Im on a strict gym regime and healthy diet to ensure I dont collapse into a big wheezing heap after 5 minutes. Not to mention running round the streets of Bristol in an attempt to get used to running on tarmac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a brilliant cause and id really appreciate it if you could spur me on by donating a bit of money ! Im fairly lazy, and havnt done long distance running for YEARS. Its definatly going to spur me on loads more if I know theres a big interweb-wad of cash on the way to the charity. I have actual parsnips in the fridge ! And havnt had Chinese food in weeks. I think that merits a few quid even if nothing else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can feel smug about yourself for having helped out that little bit, without even having to get out of your chair. And can feel even smugger that im hauling myself around Finsbury park in front of tons of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, these days id be suprised to find someone who didnt know a person who has been affected by cancer. Its a terrible illness, and its heartbreaking to watch someone you love suffer so accutely. You never get over the injustice of losing them, and I really want to help all involved. If you all donate just £5 each, thats loads of money that goes towards helping fight this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;£5 is hardly anything, its having a packed lunch instead of a bought one. Its giving up a couple of pints, or a tub of Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's, or whatever your vice is. Skip it once, and help make a difference !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donating through Justgiving is quick, easy and totally secure. It’s also the most efficient way to sponsor me: Cancer Research UK gets your money faster and, if you’re a UK taxpayer, Justgiving makes sure 25% in Gift Aid, plus a 3% supplement, are added to your donation.&lt;br /&gt;So please sponsor me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.run10ksponsorme.org/ruthgarrood"&gt;http://www.run10ksponsorme.org/ruthgarrood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bri / Ruth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-1934048303822405373?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/1934048303822405373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=1934048303822405373' title='1 Comments'/><link 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in...</title><content type='html'>Pouches ahoy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01485.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01485.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Cakeskull and Cleary added to their tattoo collections,&lt;br /&gt;they got done at Jolie Rough on Caledonian Road, London which is well worth looking into.&lt;br /&gt;Check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01478.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01478.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to Guildford for Dog and Brother sitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-3478440276674067314?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/3478440276674067314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=3478440276674067314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/3478440276674067314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/3478440276674067314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/08/mr-snuffles-in.html' title='Mr. Snuffles in...'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-8543479977886131627</id><published>2008-07-26T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T11:48:13.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me raise money for Cancer Research !</title><content type='html'>Ok, so im running to raise money in aid of Cancer Research in September, and id really appreciate it if you guys could sponser me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my page here :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.run10ksponsorme.org/ruthgarrood"&gt;https://www.run10ksponsorme.org/ruthgarrood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a great cause, and you can feel good about doing that little bit for charity while I heave myself around Finsbury park. Good times all round !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksss&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-8543479977886131627?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/8543479977886131627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=8543479977886131627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/8543479977886131627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/8543479977886131627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/07/help-me-raise-money-for-cancer-research.html' title='Help me raise money for Cancer Research !'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-7421358370543645921</id><published>2008-07-24T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:50:41.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Village idiot returns home for royal visit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01486.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01486.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been plesent. Edward and I went back to visit my parents for a few days to celebrate my dads birthday. I baked him a cake which, in fairness, looked like a My Little Pony had thrown up on it. Decorating skillz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01469.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01469.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the most of what little summer we've had, yesterday Sarah, David and I went up to the Downs to give Bat-kite his maiden voyage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01468.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01468.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01472.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/DSC01472.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow I plan to see The Dark Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im putting alot into this new fitness reigime to ensure that I dont collapse into a big wheezing mess after 5 minutes of this run in September. However I feel that I overdid it slightly at the gym yesterday. Dumbells + excessive deadlifts are not my friends and I currently walk like Frankenstein.&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-7421358370543645921?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/7421358370543645921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=7421358370543645921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/7421358370543645921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/7421358370543645921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/07/village-idiot-returns-home-for-royal.html' title='Village idiot returns home for royal visit.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-9045769706491155097</id><published>2008-07-24T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:48:24.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WALL-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wall-e-poster-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/wall-e-poster-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been looking forward to it for  ages and luckily it lived up to my expectations. Theyve been planning on making this film since bfore Toy Story and im glad they took their time,I would definatly recommend it. Its lack of subtlty reguarding the current situation of our planet and mankind is brilliant, and I liked the little comedy nod at 2001: A space Odessy.Plus, its just utterly enchanting. The cournerstone of the plot is Wall-e's simple wish to hold someone/things hand. Its adorable, and beautifully animated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-9045769706491155097?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/9045769706491155097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=9045769706491155097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/9045769706491155097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/9045769706491155097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/07/wall-e.html' title='WALL-E'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-5360275927380470342</id><published>2008-07-15T06:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T07:03:09.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run rabbit.</title><content type='html'>Ive agreed to partake in a charity run in September. Goodness knows why as I havnt done long distance running for years, but its something to aim towards. The gym has become rather monotonous as of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works going ok. Im settling in and am at that place now wher its comfortable. Where im not an outsider, but instead its my comfort zone in which other people are constantly wandering into.&lt;br /&gt;I cant help but find it amusing how they refure to it as 'a career' on the card. I certainly wouldnt call it my career. This thought progressed to the rather depressing realisation that I dont actually have much idea where im going in life. Im fairly sure that not many people do, and it would be beneficial to take each oppertunity as it comes and not stress over it. However, i've always been aware that I probably wont make a career out of my degree. As much as id like to get paid to paint what I want, it seems a little unrealistic. Besides, I dont present exhibition pieces that are essentially just an empty cupboard in the middle of the room, so I have already failed at life it would seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just run away and work with dogs and horses. However I more likely than not need an Animal Behaviour Science degree for that, And I sucked at Science. And math.&lt;br /&gt;You cant win !&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this guy wins. At everything ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Towel_Dog830-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e96/BRIOHNO/Towel_Dog830-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-5360275927380470342?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/5360275927380470342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=5360275927380470342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/5360275927380470342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/5360275927380470342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/07/run-rabbit.html' title='Run rabbit.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677504844885413080.post-7573274399784814827</id><published>2008-07-13T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:55:09.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll give it a go.</title><content type='html'>SO,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always the last to jump on the band-wagon. Does lj count as 'blogging' ? Maybe I was actually at the start. Anyway, its been a while never the less, mainly  due to the fact that with such delights as myspace and facebook, nothing is sacred and everything is on show, along with all of my latest expeditions.&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting being Download which was weeks ago but the little heartwarming proud feeling at seeing not only my boys band Devil Sold His Soul, but LostProphets going down so remarkably well on the same day is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have been mostly working alot and grumbling at the fact that im not at TinthePark with DSHS enjoying such delights as RATM and Winehouse. However that would involve rain, cold and tents, so maybe its better for all involved that I stayed put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday we saw The Mist. It was bleak. It was alright, but I found it quite over-whelming on a reflection  of humanity. I dont have much faith in man-kind it would seem. Maybe its just being cynical, but it doesnt take much for mob metallity to take over. It was a good film with an unexpected unconventional ending, and good if you like that kind of thing. I wouldnt recommend it unless you want to shed a tear and be utterly depressed for the following couple of days however.&lt;br /&gt;Im just holding out for Wall-E and The Dark Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrilling I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677504844885413080-7573274399784814827?l=briohno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/feeds/7573274399784814827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677504844885413080&amp;postID=7573274399784814827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/7573274399784814827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677504844885413080/posts/default/7573274399784814827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briohno.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-give-it-go.html' title='I&apos;ll give it a go.'/><author><name>+BRI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17152691237791983376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i_Y0JMnya80/SvHbV0iRHmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_U0ykqgDCfU/S220/13963_166451555628_502230628_2632397_2978935_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
