<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008</id><updated>2008-05-06T11:47:01.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparkster.net</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/index.php'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml'/><author><name>Sean</name></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>493</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-4604043827112458165</id><published>2008-05-06T11:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:47:01.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you have played too much GTA when…</title><content type='html'>You find yourself walking to work, realise you're running late, and contemplate nicking a car to get there faster.&lt;br&gt; </content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/05/you-know-you-have-played-too-much-gta.html' title='You know you have played too much GTA when…'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=4604043827112458165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/4604043827112458165'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/4604043827112458165'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-5653299297300451303</id><published>2008-05-05T20:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:25:13.371+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All gamed out</title><content type='html'>I have spent most of my Bank Holiday Monday playing GTA4, and managed to get another 15% done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missions today included&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working for a corrupt police officer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Annoying some cocaine dealers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dating a homosexual&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a job interview and shooting the interviewer (needless to say, I didn’t get the job)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rescuing Niko’s cousin, Roman, from a madman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moving into a brand new safe house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and finding out Michelle isn’t who she says she is...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkster.net/images/gta4c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/05/all-gamed-out.html' title='All gamed out'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=5653299297300451303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/5653299297300451303'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/5653299297300451303'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-3444677787907668685</id><published>2008-05-04T22:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:45:56.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my pub gone?</title><content type='html'>This evening I paid a visit to the newly refurbished pub, The Weston. I have fond memories of this pub – playing pool, watching football on the dodgy projector, staying behind after closing time and drinking endless pints of Stella (something I now regret!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting this evening, I am bitterly disappointed in the pubs new look. Gone is the friendly resident pet dog, the pool tables are no more, and the screens and televisions have been torn from the wall. The pub lacks any spirit or local feel. Without wanting to sound like a TV advert for a high street bank, my pub is now “a trendy wine bar!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing about the place is that they sell Weston’s cider – one of the best West Country ciders you can buy, and a rarity in pubs. Other than that, I have nothing positive to report. It is overpriced, overdressed, far too posh, and lacks any charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was the bar manager, I would worry. Tonight is the night before Bank Holiday Monday. The place was virtually deserted. If customers cannot be attracted on a night like this, they will never come. The Weston is not a pub, it is a wine bar, and is not suitable for it’s out of town location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring back the traditional pub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkster.net/images/weston1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkster.net/images/weston2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkster.net/images/weston3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/05/wheres-my-pub-gone.html' title='Where&apos;s my pub gone?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=3444677787907668685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/3444677787907668685'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/3444677787907668685'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-1677312572233976741</id><published>2008-05-03T23:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:54:01.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerio, cheerio, cheerio</title><content type='html'>A wise man once said “Keep your nose out of another man’s business”. Obviously Gillingham FC’s chairman, Paul Scally, never met this wise man, and sadly for him never learnt that lesson. In the summer, he made an outlandish attack on Leeds United and owner, Ken Bates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fitting it was today then, that on the final day of the League One season, Scally’s Gillingham paid a visit to Elland Road, requiring a win to avoid relegation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scally was owed a relegation. A relegation he was given. Enjoy League Two - tosser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkster.net/images/scally.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/05/going-down.html' title='Cheerio, cheerio, cheerio'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=1677312572233976741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/1677312572233976741'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/1677312572233976741'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-1081941824940251525</id><published>2008-05-03T22:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:59:11.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh crapsticks</title><content type='html'>The PS3, or rather GTA4, has decided to stop working. Having copied my save files to a memory stick, I am now in the process of re-installing the whole game. I pray to God this fixes it. If not, I’ll be on the phone to Sony in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: It sounds like a lot of people are suffering from the same problem, in that the game fails to load. The game manufacturers, Rockstar, know about this and are looking into a fix. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE #2: Fixed it. Well kind of. The freezing at startup is a known issue. The solution - sign out of PSN... Get this bug sorted, Rockstar! :o(</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/05/oh-crapsticks.html' title='Oh crapsticks'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=1081941824940251525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/1081941824940251525'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/1081941824940251525'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-8231323046089312587</id><published>2008-05-03T20:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T20:33:27.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No more football</title><content type='html'>The football season is over :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final game of the season saw Team Bath beat Halesowen Town 2-1 in the Southern Premier Division Play Off Final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the start of the season, I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been to 72 games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;62 for Bath City&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 for Leeds United&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 for England&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 for other teams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travelled over 6,700 miles (round trips) - about the same distance as from London to New York and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seen 187 goals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;and visited 32 different grounds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/05/no-more-football.html' title='No more football'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=8231323046089312587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/8231323046089312587'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/8231323046089312587'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-1936125590198428802</id><published>2008-05-03T20:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T20:05:13.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Still playing</title><content type='html'>I haven’t blogged about Grand Theft Auto since buying it last Monday. This isn’t from lack of playing - far from it. Apart from working, football and seeing my girlfriend, I’ve been playing virtually non-stop. For the purpose of staying alive, I have required toilet, food and sleep breaks; but these have been kept to a minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it as good as I expected? Absolutely. The game is huge. The visuals – amazing. The gameplay – outstanding. It is everything I could have hoped for. I am about 20% of the way through the game, having completed almost 30 missions, and already the storyline has moved on so much from the start of play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met new allies and killed old ones who turn out to be enemies. I have stolen more vehicles than you would find at CarCraft, and committed more murders than Fred West and his mad wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t even tried to play online yet; but as I work my way through the missions, I know at the back of my mind that when I finally do achieve 100%, I will have great fun playing other gamers from all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe the hype. GTA4 is truly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkster.net/images/gta4b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/05/still-playing.html' title='Still playing'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=1936125590198428802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/1936125590198428802'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/1936125590198428802'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-2817572673198003090</id><published>2008-05-03T14:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T14:20:20.225+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peep Show</title><content type='html'>It was great to see Peep Show back on TV last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the scene when Mark finds out he has been burgled, and despite losing all his possessions, is more concerned about the stolen memory card containing a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Medal of Honour&lt;/span&gt; save game. The whole farce when he finally catches the burglar is simply cringe worthy, and Peep Show at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkster.net/images/peepshow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy is back on form. His whole negative attitude towards sitting through a boring play at the theatre, and wishing he was at home watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heat &lt;/span&gt;on DVD (which would have been considerably cheaper) was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was great to see Big Suze back too; although her idea of burning their imprisoned burglar with cigarettes was a little freaky... freaky in a funny kind of way!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/05/peep-show.html' title='Peep Show'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=2817572673198003090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/2817572673198003090'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/2817572673198003090'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-2528000250435154349</id><published>2008-04-29T16:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T16:46:29.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Judging books by their cover</title><content type='html'>Why do murderers, sick perverts and rapists always look dodgy? Anyone strange looking should be locked up before they can commit crimes - I suppose Chelsea would have to find a new manager if that happened. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkster.net/images/fritzl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* for legal reasons, I must say that Avram Grant is neither a murderer, pervert or rapist. Hopefully he will be a league champion in a few weeks time (at the expense of Man Utd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/04/judging-books-by-their-cover.html' title='Judging books by their cover'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=2528000250435154349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/2528000250435154349'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/2528000250435154349'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-2399402544646825902</id><published>2008-04-29T00:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T00:49:11.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Theft Auto 4</title><content type='html'>I have it! After waiting in a MASSIVE queue, I finally have it. As I blog, the game is installing and the milk for the cocoa is being heated in the microwave... I am going to have some fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkster.net/images/gta4box.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/04/grand-theft-auto-4.html' title='Grand Theft Auto 4'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=2399402544646825902&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/2399402544646825902'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/2399402544646825902'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-4195812439898119033</id><published>2008-04-28T19:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:05:38.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>5 hours to go</title><content type='html'>Tonight’s the night. In little over 5 hour’s time, I will (hopefully) have my grubby little mits on a copy of Grand Theft Auto 4. I’m off to Asda at 11pm, hoping to buy the game at 00:01.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I got home from work, I have had the soundtrack for the original GTA game playing on loop – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Take it to the edge, there`s nowhere to hide, and call up the boy; let`s go for a joyride...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that feeling you got as a kid the night before Christmas? I’ve had that all day, and I am so tense with excitement right now. To calm my nerves, I am meeting work colleagues in town for a few pints, before driving to Asda *.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkster.net/images/carcrash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* don’t worry. Even though it would be rather fitting for GTA, the driver will not be drinking.&lt;br /&gt; If, however, we are not able to get a copy tonight, there will be a car chase after the person who buys the last copy.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/04/5-hours-to-go.html' title='5 hours to go'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=4195812439898119033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/4195812439898119033'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/4195812439898119033'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-3434004884646363889</id><published>2008-04-26T00:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T00:47:44.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Undercover agent</title><content type='html'>This evening I dared to enter the caldron of football that is The Carlsberg Stand at Yeovil Town’s Huish Park. I posed as a Yeovil fan in order to watch my real club, Leeds United, play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was discreet in my support, some other Leeds fans pretending to be ‘Yeocals’ were not. Firstly the broad Yorkshire accent gave it away (something that I didn’t have to worry about); but the thing that really revealed their identity was that when Leeds scored, chants of “WE ALL LOVE LEEDS” broke out. Cue an army of police and a departure of joyous Leeds fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I wasn’t found out. Luckily Yeovil didn’t score. Luckily Leeds won. Luckily I got home in one piece (even though it did take 45 minutes to get out the car park)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite not being a Yeovil fan, I was amused by some of their chants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER WON THE CONFERENCE, HAVE YOU F**K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– As if Leeds United care about non-league competitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’D RATHER BE A FARMER THAN A CHAV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the “record” crowd for Yeovil was announced...&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU ONLY CAME TO WATCH YEOVIL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkster.net/images/yeoleed1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkster.net/images/yeoleed2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/04/undercover-agent.html' title='Undercover agent'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=3434004884646363889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/3434004884646363889'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/3434004884646363889'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-2443354580879438244</id><published>2008-04-23T22:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:34:08.877+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The darkness</title><content type='html'>After last night’s fiasco with the floodlight failure in the highly prestige Somerset Cup Final, I e-mailed the Somerset FA to complain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the politest possible way, I called them all useless tossers, asked for a refund on tickets &amp;amp; travel and, in true Dr. Evil style, demanded &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one hundred &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BILLION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dollars&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see if they reply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* OK, that last bit was a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkster.net/images/cityflare.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/04/darkness.html' title='The darkness'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=2443354580879438244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/2443354580879438244'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/2443354580879438244'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-7825968411010872201</id><published>2008-04-23T22:05:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:23:37.192+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No surprises in Devizes</title><content type='html'>This morning I had to go to Devizes on a top secret work related mission. Ahead of my trip into Wiltshire, I was warned about locals with webbed feet and six fingers. Having spent an hour in the town centre, I can confirm that it is indeed Webbedville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After missing the 12 O’clock bus back to Bath, I had an hour to kill while waiting for another. Once I had visited Marks &amp;amp; Spencer’s and Greggs for lunch, I took a few random photos. Sorry – no pics of the locals; they’re too frightening – even for the internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkster.net/images/dev01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The centre of local activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkster.net/images/dev02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amazingly, Devizes has it's very own Clinton Cards and Phones 4u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkster.net/images/dev03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I actually forgot it was St. George's day today... should have been a Bank Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkster.net/images/dev04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feed me money... Boom! Boom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/04/not-surprises-in-devizes.html' title='No surprises in Devizes'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=7825968411010872201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/7825968411010872201'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/7825968411010872201'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-5963192466444381403</id><published>2008-04-22T23:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:56:44.001+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What a farce</title><content type='html'>I’ve just got back from Weston Super Mare, having watched Bath City play Paulton Rovers in the Somerset Cup Final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 90 minutes it was 1-1.&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes into extra time, the flood lights failed.&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes into the darkness, we hear the game has been abandoned and will be replayed in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes later, the floodlights come back on. Can we carry on playing? Can we f##k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That trip cost me £30!&lt;br /&gt;I do hear that the Somerset FA are planning on compensating fans by letting them have a piss up in the Bath Ales brewery; however, they are yet to find anyone capable of organising it.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/04/what-farce.html' title='What a farce'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=5963192466444381403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/5963192466444381403'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/5963192466444381403'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-6482687580337464328</id><published>2008-04-20T17:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T17:40:37.391+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants on fire</title><content type='html'>[ &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/7357008.stm"&gt;Prescott tells of bulimia battle&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;What a bizarre story. I can see John Prescott doing the binge eating part. Think he has forgotten the bit where you stick your fingers down your throat.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/04/pants-on-fire.html' title='Pants on fire'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=6482687580337464328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/6482687580337464328'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/6482687580337464328'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-1805676902672727314</id><published>2008-04-20T09:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:52:09.719+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How the hell did this happen?</title><content type='html'>Obviously Sutton didn’t read the script. The rock-bottom team were supposed to roll over and die, allowing Bath City to get into the play offs. Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkster.net/images/citysutton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/04/how-hell-did-this-happen.html' title='How the hell did this happen?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=1805676902672727314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/1805676902672727314'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/1805676902672727314'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-9145489238961898790</id><published>2008-04-18T19:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T19:37:46.801+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Phono cables in the bin</title><content type='html'>Just connected the optical cable to the PS3. Gran Turismo Prologue sounds so much better in surround. This is seriously wetting my appetite for GTA4 - I want to mow down pedestrians and shoot policemen in high def!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/04/phono-cables-in-bin.html' title='Phono cables in the bin'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=9145489238961898790&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/9145489238961898790'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/9145489238961898790'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-8559541022368924183</id><published>2008-04-18T18:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T19:07:02.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I do wrong?</title><content type='html'>While showing a colleague something on my blog at work today, I was surprised to find out that the &lt;a href="http://www.sparkster.net/archive/2007_07_01_sparksteruk_archive.html"&gt;July 2007 &lt;/a&gt;page had been blocked by the net policing system – normally in place for blocking porn, gambling and terrorism websites. Apart from my war on terror against the spiders, I don’t think Sparkster.net falls into any of these categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sparkster.net/images/police_stop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the page, I wonder what has caused it to get blacklisted? There are a few words and phrases of minor controversy, but nothing major. I won’t post them here, as the main page will get blocked!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/04/what-did-i-do-wrong.html' title='What did I do wrong?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=8559541022368924183&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/8559541022368924183'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/8559541022368924183'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-2122194610837399679</id><published>2008-04-17T23:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:03:40.558+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The DVD is dead</title><content type='html'>Cue a massive Homer Simpson style “Mmmmmm”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My HDMI cable arrived today. Hooked it up to the PS3 and gave Gran Turismo a spin - it looks absolutely lush! I can’t wait to watch a Blu Ray disc on it. I don’t think I’ll be buying any more DVDs now!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/04/dvd-is-dead.html' title='The DVD is dead'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=2122194610837399679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/2122194610837399679'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/2122194610837399679'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-1996750034145308190</id><published>2008-04-14T22:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:58:18.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meddling kids</title><content type='html'>Now, I’m used to taking the odd but of stick; especially at work, but an incident that happened today really took the biscuit! I was walking home, when a couple of kids, who can’t have been anymore than five years old, started on me! As I passed, they asked “Are you small?” Looking down at them, I replied “Not compared to you” Grinning, they said back “Well, we think you’re small!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be of Peter Crouch height, but I’m not a member of the Pygmy tribe, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t offended by their comments, and to be honest, I thought their cheeky attitude was quite funny. That said, I’ll be taking the long route home tomorrow – I’m a bit scared they’ll try and mug me for my wallet. Five year olds can be dangerous.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/04/meddling-kids.html' title='Meddling kids'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=1996750034145308190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/1996750034145308190'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/1996750034145308190'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-658903848365688596</id><published>2008-04-13T23:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:20:03.225+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I predict a riot</title><content type='html'>I had a lucky escape on my trip to Eastbourne yesterday. The Bath City coach was driving along the M4 when it passed a Southampton fan bus. I gave their fans a grin and a wave, before giving them a ‘going down’ gesture. Their fans replied with a much more offensive fingered salute. Luckily I was on the safety of the coach and there was no way the rabid supporters could get to me. I got rather frightened when we pulled into a motorway service station 5 minutes later – I was expecting a mob of angry Southampton fans waiting for me with baseball bats and sticks. Luckily they weren’t there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I met a group of Swansea supporters. They were celebrating their win and promotion to the Championship. I dampened their celebrations a little by pointing out that they were not officially promoted, and that if Leeds got their stolen 15 points back next week, Swansea may have to make do with the play offs. Luckily those sets of supporters took it with the friendly banter it was intended and there was no need to start a fight in the car park.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/04/i-predict-riot.html' title='I predict a riot'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=658903848365688596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/658903848365688596'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/658903848365688596'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-2207869031815575058</id><published>2008-04-11T23:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:43:38.485+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Going for a curry</title><content type='html'>After traipsing around the west side of Bath, I finally found a retailer that can reserve GTA4 for me and guarantee it’s availability on the release date. Everywhere else is sold out, but apparently not many people thought about checking out the Twerton branch of Currys – luckily I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going to Currys, I tried Blockbusters – I got nowhere; and I just seemed confused the PC World “Techguys”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; “Is it possible if I reserve a copy of Grand Theft Auto 4?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Guy #1:&lt;/span&gt; “I don’t know what that is. I’ll go and find out”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Guy #1:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(to Tech Guy #2) &lt;/span&gt;“What is a Grand Theft Auto?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Guy #2: &lt;/span&gt;“Hmmm... I think it’s a racing game”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the “Auto” part of the title would allow anyone who is an expert in stating the bleeding obvious to figure that out. Unfortunately for this Techguy, GTA4 isn’t your typical racer. If it was, Formula 1 would be a lot more interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole mission may well turn out to be pointless anyway. I am accompanying Adam and Sam from work, in a trip to Bristol on the midnight of GTA4’s release. We’re hoping to find an all-night Asda stocking the game, enabling us to be one of the first people in the world to own the title. My Currys reservation is simply if Asda don’t stock the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUST &lt;/span&gt;own Grand Theft Auto 4 on it's release date.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/04/going-for-curry.html' title='Going for a curry'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=2207869031815575058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/2207869031815575058'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/2207869031815575058'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-8725459780776599192</id><published>2008-04-11T11:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T11:46:48.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaarrrrggggh!</title><content type='html'>Aaaarrrrggggh! Terrible news! NOWHERE appears to be taking pre-orders for Grand Theft Auto 4. The game of the century, set for release on 29th April, has received so many reservations that no shops are guaranteeing to have it on the day.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I've been frantically calling around shops, trying to get myself a copy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAME &lt;/span&gt;– Say I have absolutely no chance and won't take my reservation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAMESTATION &lt;/span&gt;– Think I will be lucky to get a copy, but suggested I come into town and try.&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CURRYS &lt;/span&gt;– Won't even put me through to my local store. I got nowhere.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMAZON &lt;/span&gt;– Sold out for 29th April.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASDA &lt;/span&gt;– Not taking pre-orders, although we may come down at midnight and look.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;If anyone knows of anywhere in Bath where I can get a copy on the 29th April, PLEASE let me know. Ideally on PlayStation 3, but I would settle for Xbox 360.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In case you were wondering; yes I am at work today, and yes I have been very busy. </content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/04/aaaarrrrggggh.html' title='Aaaarrrrggggh!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=8725459780776599192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/8725459780776599192'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/8725459780776599192'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36796008.post-5847573933395726719</id><published>2008-04-09T18:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:48:04.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>There’s something wrong here</title><content type='html'>I see that Comedy Central have demanded YouTube remove the South Park clip &lt;a href="http://www.sparkster.net/2008/04/youtube-fight.html"&gt;I blogged about&lt;/a&gt; the other day. Seeing as it was a clip parodying videos from the YouTube website, I find it a tad ironic that C.C. feel the need to demand Y.T. remove it under copyright issues.</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkster.net/2008/04/theres-something-wrong-here.html' title='There’s something wrong here'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36796008&amp;postID=5847573933395726719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkster.net/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/5847573933395726719'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36796008/posts/default/5847573933395726719'/><author><name>Sean</name></author></entry></feed>