<?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-18200632</id><updated>2011-11-27T23:31:52.169Z</updated><category term='emails'/><category term='Supervisors'/><category term='Bright and Funny'/><category term='Driving'/><category term='stopping'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='browsing'/><category term='The Journey of Self Discovery'/><category term='Management'/><category term='Windows'/><category term='annoying'/><category term='Rubber Necking'/><category term='Professional Ambiguity'/><category term='Theory'/><category term='Accidents'/><title type='text'>Glenn's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>In the beginning there was God, after a period He created man and several million years later Glenn was born. Relatively shortly after that Glenn created his blog!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467086250723022307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-2329645437902852355</id><published>2011-08-05T18:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-08-05T18:09:51.524Z</updated><title type='text'>How Many Timrs</title><content type='html'>How many accidents, shunts or collisions, deaths or cuts and bruises will it take to make people realise that driving whilst on the phone is dangerous. What's more, texting or emailing whilst driving is simply daft but deadly stupid.For a long time I have resisted the urge to name and shame but I am at my wits end. Up until most recently I spent a significant proportion of time travelling in a car. I have a poor memory so I rarely recalled registration numbers of the offensive drivers. But thanks to my wife, who is currently driving, I am in a position to record them! YJ57OYM Red van, 7pm 5 Aug 11, M6 northMy question is, will the police have the ability to prosecute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-2329645437902852355?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/2329645437902852355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=2329645437902852355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/2329645437902852355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/2329645437902852355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-many-timrs.html' title='How Many Timrs'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467086250723022307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-5321061541052902336</id><published>2011-05-26T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-05-26T21:30:19.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Travelling the Extra Mile</title><content type='html'>I read an article recently that suggested you should try to amaze yourself every day; do something that stretches you. Well this week I have been amazed by Transport for London, TFl, you know the people who maintain our London rail network and buses and the bikes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So park your scepticism and sarcasm and open your mind to possibility that there is kindness and honesty in the General Public and that systems actually work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that a Nintendo DS left on the seat of an underground train at 930pm on a Saturday would be returned to its owner 3 months later after completing a simple online form. It's true, quite amazingly within 48 hours of completing a TFL lost property form, the very nice people at TFL emailed to say they had my Nintendo DS. A short telephone call and it was confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it was the kind soul who cleaned the train or a fellow passenger who handed it in, I am genuinely astonished that it was collected. I am even more amazed that it could be tracked and identified from me filling in the form that TFL put on their web. In honesty I am also&amp;nbsp;embarrassingly&amp;nbsp;surprised that it wasn't picked up and taken rather than returned to lost property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to my amazement it was only a £4 fee to get the Nintendo back. I am over the moon although I am told by my lovely wife that the people who work at the lost property office need to be a little better at interaction. Sounds like not many people visit them. Perhaps we should try to loose things more often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-5321061541052902336?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/5321061541052902336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=5321061541052902336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/5321061541052902336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/5321061541052902336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2011/05/travelling-extra-mile.html' title='Travelling the Extra Mile'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467086250723022307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-605865949282149001</id><published>2011-05-13T17:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:31:54.034Z</updated><title type='text'>New Driving Rules</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, our legal friends have enabled police to take greater action against dangerous drivers. They are now allowed to issue fixed penalties to anyone caught tail gating, undertaking or cutting you up. The boos and jeers from the crowd of poor drivers are, unmistakenly overwhelmed by the cheers of those who have been affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my question: Will they also add to this list of poor driving&amp;nbsp;habits&amp;nbsp;the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;CLODs (please refer to &lt;a href="http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2007/10/have-you-seen-clod.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drivers who think cruising in the outside line when the centre lane (at least and often more) is clearly vacant and there is a clear road ahead and someone behind who is clearly in a hurry and wanting to collect some extra points on their license wants to over take them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drivers who fail to indicate properly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taxi Drivers (tempting to say in general but in fairness there are a few exceptions) who think that parking on a double yellow line to drop off is acceptable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who park on the roadside within 10 yards of a free car park that clearly has spaces&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and do the motorcyclists who squeeze between the lanes of a motorway in all sorts of traffic count as undertakers or is that simply where they might head if they fail to realise it is probably one of the most dangerous things they could do after riding without full protective gear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-605865949282149001?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/605865949282149001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=605865949282149001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/605865949282149001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/605865949282149001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-driving-rules.html' title='New Driving Rules'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467086250723022307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-8116115948690070882</id><published>2011-05-13T17:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:18:43.354Z</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Translation</title><content type='html'>I found myself looking for jobs recently and particularly liked this one. Something got lost in translation I think - either that or German relations really don't have any time for HR and are on a mission to do them down?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oTTpRnwo4DY/Tc1noxYqLwI/AAAAAAAAB3U/06vajqMWuDo/s1600/Lost+in+Translation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oTTpRnwo4DY/Tc1noxYqLwI/AAAAAAAAB3U/06vajqMWuDo/s1600/Lost+in+Translation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-8116115948690070882?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/8116115948690070882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=8116115948690070882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/8116115948690070882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/8116115948690070882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2011/05/lost-in-translation.html' title='Lost in Translation'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467086250723022307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oTTpRnwo4DY/Tc1noxYqLwI/AAAAAAAAB3U/06vajqMWuDo/s72-c/Lost+in+Translation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-3634414715280404174</id><published>2011-04-10T20:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:01:47.871Z</updated><title type='text'>Some Wise Words</title><content type='html'>A recent post on &lt;a href="http://www.linkedin.com/"&gt;LinkedIn&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;was having a real dig at employment agencies. Whilst I am not the worlds greatest advocate of agencies (it's such a shame that text and blogging doesn't have a way of showing sarcasm!) I would suggest the following words of wisdom might be worth considering:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep your friends close but your enemies closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very few people in the world set out to mess it up for everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thoughts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-3634414715280404174?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/3634414715280404174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=3634414715280404174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/3634414715280404174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/3634414715280404174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-wise-words.html' title='Some Wise Words'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467086250723022307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-114655202056714211</id><published>2010-09-29T07:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-09-29T08:00:05.770Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supervisors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Professional Ambiguity'/><title type='text'>Glenn's Theory No. 2 - Professional Ambiguity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is a little trickier to grasp than Theory No. 1 but here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to be successful you need to be able to cope with a greater level of ambiguity. That is not to say that you aren't clear or direct and to the point with your direct reports; rather that you need to be able to sleep at night knowing that the way that you think the business you own is being conducted may not be quite right.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Take the example of a supervisor. As&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;name suggests they supervise. It is not difficult to see that they have very close control over their reports on the basis that they are close to watching almost every move they make (something they will probably do until they are confident the report is doing it correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Compare this to the example of a Chief Executive Officer (CEO). They spend most of their time in meetings or City Offices and most rarely get to see what is actually happening at the coal face. (That is not a criticism - the share holders would be concerned if they supervised the workers personally!). They entrust (or empower) their reports to control how the work gets done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As organisations get bigger, the gap between who actually does the work and who is the one "at the top" being considered to be successful becomes larger. With this gap comes a whole combination of empowerment entrusting and chinese whispers and interpretation and translation etc. This relinquishing of the controls means that there will naturally be ambiguity between how the CEO thinks business gets done and how it actually gets done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Recently there has been a series of "backt to the floor" type programmes. The ones where a CEO or MD has returned to the coal face of their company to see how work actually gets done. Fortunately the disguises used have been convincing and they have not suffered from the "let's show them how what we think they would like to see" routine. Instead the ambiguity between what they thought happened and what actually happens has been revealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The challenge, therefore, is for &amp;nbsp;a CEO to stay close enough to the coal face to see what happens but far enough away that they don't get their hands dirty. Or is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-114655202056714211?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/114655202056714211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=114655202056714211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/114655202056714211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/114655202056714211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/05/glenns-theory-no-2.html' title='Glenn&apos;s Theory No. 2 - Professional Ambiguity'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-4250330272105053418</id><published>2010-09-29T07:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-09-29T07:30:00.124Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubber Necking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accidents'/><title type='text'>Rubber Necking</title><content type='html'>Oh please tell me what the morbid fascination is with looking at accidents on the other side of the carriageway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the delay that it causes to the one part of that road that was running freely until the rubber necking clan decided to take a look at the accident, it is really rather daft. Perhaps that isn't strong enough... It is no less than stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so long ago, I observed a person deliberately indicate from the inside lane to the outside lane of a Motorway to take a look at an accident on the other side of the carriage way. I kid you not, as soon as he had taken a look he indicated to get back into the inside lane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we (as a human race) can't break this inhumane addiction to looking at road accidents we will turn the M25 into a Stock Car circuit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-4250330272105053418?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/4250330272105053418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=4250330272105053418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/4250330272105053418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/4250330272105053418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2010/09/rubber-necking.html' title='Rubber Necking'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467086250723022307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-650641200019651297</id><published>2009-09-29T21:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:20:33.143Z</updated><title type='text'>Google Predictions</title><content type='html'>I think I have actually done it. I don't think that Google has thought of this but I truly think they will soon. The engineers at Google have done amazing things with search, incredible things with email and simple things with documents. They have even done clever things with Fusion. So what could they do next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the next great addition to the Google Family would be a Google on line mind mapping software!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch that Google space and remember you saw it here first!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-650641200019651297?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/650641200019651297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=650641200019651297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/650641200019651297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/650641200019651297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2009/09/google-predictions.html' title='Google Predictions'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467086250723022307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-4897174362073964874</id><published>2008-12-21T17:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:25:32.688Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='browsing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><title type='text'>Considerate Browsing</title><content type='html'>In so many ways, this is very similar to the escalator blog I posted previously but hey, if they are failing to pay attention to one, I am sure that they will ignore this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was minding my own business yesterday, browsing for a gift. (I am sure that you are all far too aware that it is Christmas, that time of the year when shops manage to find the ability to convince the unsuspecting shopper that anything useless is actual useful if given as a gift! - see &lt;a href="http://htaylesbury.blogspot.com"&gt;htaylesbury.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for what Christmas is really about!). I stood back, politely to let 3 ladies pass between me and the shelf I was looking at because there was clearly not enough room behind me for them to pass! Quite amazingly they stopped in front of me to have a chat - preventing me from seeing anything on the shelf I was looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I genuinely believe that they had been quite oblivious to my browsing; I can't possibly believe that they did it purposefully. On the off chance that they did.... a simply sorry might have been nice but as a gesture of good will to all men (and women) please rest assured that I didn't hold it against you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-4897174362073964874?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/4897174362073964874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=4897174362073964874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/4897174362073964874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/4897174362073964874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2008/12/considerate-browsing.html' title='Considerate Browsing'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467086250723022307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-2800660559970116998</id><published>2008-12-09T22:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:40:03.007Z</updated><title type='text'>I Know It Has Been A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;OK, so I know it has been a while but that isn't to say I haven't been thinking about a load of things that I would like to put up on the blog. I could go on for hours about CLOD's (see previous posts) or Escalator virgins (again see previous posts) but the reality is I am writing to find the answer to a single question: Who was the author of the following quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Security is found not in the absence of danger but in the presence of Jesus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Googling it returns a whole host of people, blogs and books saying things like "It has been said that", "someone once said", "I heard that" etc. but I really would like to find out who actually said it. I genuinely believe it was divine inspiration and I know that I heard it on a radio broadcast about 4 years ago. I am sure that even then it was quoted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, if anyone can let me know who quoted this, I'd really like to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-2800660559970116998?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/2800660559970116998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=2800660559970116998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/2800660559970116998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/2800660559970116998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-it-has-been-while.html' title='I Know It Has Been A While'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467086250723022307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-7038459548079589215</id><published>2007-10-16T20:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:58:36.655Z</updated><title type='text'>Stopping at the Top (or the bottom as the case may be!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people say there is a glass ceiling, others have taken to being the glass ceiling only failing to be transparent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed that one of the greatest things about escalators (or calculators as my mother proudly tells me I called them when I was small) is that they don't stop. OK so maybe they break down or have to be stopped every now again for routine maintenance or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;possibly&lt;/span&gt; stopped by a prankster (or an inquisitive is young engineer in the making). But generally speaking they don't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they don't stop they can move hundreds of people up, down and along routes that need to stay moving where a normal staircase or corridor. Well it would be if the people didn't stop at the end of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can completely accept that some poeple are genuinely afraid of the teethed plate at the end. But what I can't understand is people's inability to comprehend that if they stop after getting off the excalator everyone behind them has to stop too - only they can't because the escalator is mechanically forcing them to carry on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of a song that I so desperately want to sing to them all (and yes my singing is so bad they would get the message!) ... Keep on moving do do do do dobedo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-7038459548079589215?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/7038459548079589215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=7038459548079589215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/7038459548079589215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/7038459548079589215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2007/10/stopping-at-top-or-bottom-as-case-may.html' title='Stopping at the Top (or the bottom as the case may be!)'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467086250723022307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-6766717448826739029</id><published>2007-10-16T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:29:17.431Z</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen a CLOD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yes they are out there. They are still alive and well. Hundreds if not thousands of them. The facts of the matter are clear. CLODS (Centre Lane Only Drivers for the unfamiliar) are&lt;br /&gt;getting ever more prevalent. A BOFPC (Back of Fag Packet Calculation) tells me that I spot around 2,500 a year in driving 10,000 miles and I suspect that is simply scratching the tip of traffic jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame really. The poor old Highways Agency are subject of a large amount of negative publicity as a result of long traffic delays caused by the roadworks designed to minimise or alleviate the very thing they are designed to avoid. I'd suggest that if we could eliminate CLODS then many of the traffic jams would dissapear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think there is a choice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Provide a suitable method of removing CLODS&lt;br /&gt;b) Legalise "undertaking" - clearly we will need to start training drivers to understand that they will start to use the things on the side of their cars - often called wing mirrors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course they could do nothing and watch people like me to go slowly go insane watching people drive in the centre lane with complete disregard for any other road users. Isn't that prosecuable under current law?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-6766717448826739029?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/6766717448826739029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=6766717448826739029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/6766717448826739029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/6766717448826739029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2007/10/have-you-seen-clod.html' title='Have you seen a CLOD?'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16467086250723022307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-5444580964800428261</id><published>2007-01-21T18:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:18:21.520Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Journey of Self Discovery'/><title type='text'>The Journey of Self discovery</title><content type='html'>It's really quite amazing what comes out in the heat of a moment or the simple passing of conversation to make laughter or joy out of a tricky situation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular phrase came about when we were holidaying with friends in Centre Parcs. The youngest member of our group seemed to be spending a rather long time in the bathroom (in his defence, his sister was desperate to use the facility that he had managed to have the forethought to use before her!). The usual moan of "come on, hurry up etc." came about and to make light of the situation I added "leave him alone, he is on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;journey of self discovery&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that the mind will wander into all sorts of things but I must assure you it was harmless and completely innocent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-5444580964800428261?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/5444580964800428261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=5444580964800428261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/5444580964800428261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/5444580964800428261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2007/01/journey-of-self-discovery.html' title='The Journey of Self discovery'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-3971237388595027761</id><published>2006-12-22T15:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:54:16.703Z</updated><title type='text'>The Year in a Flash</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well we think that 2006 has been a bit of a whirl wind. It has literally flown by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was Glenn’s birthday. We went to New York and had a great time seeing all of the sites. The snow made it feel special although it made the open top bus tour very cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was Anne-Marie’s birthday and Glenn’s Dad’s. Retired and 65 he is now struggling only to find time to do less! We celebrated with a meal out. Being a short month it went by quicker than the others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was the month that Anne-Marie received the results of her studies. She is now officially a Master of Laws and was asked to teach on the course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; saw us decorate the hall stairs and landing. You probably won’t believe us if we told you it was the first decorating we have done since we moved here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was the month that we started to really gear up for Camp. CRB checks were taking a long time to come through and we were still looking for leaders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was like February and seemed to go far too quickly. The building project for our Church started to really take shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; saw Anne-Marie graduate for a second time to receive her Masters in Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was the month of Porthpean, the Children’s camp that we organise. It was a little hairy at times but God looked over the site all week and provided safety and guidance in abundance to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was busy for us both at work, so we made sure that we socialised with friends at the weekend. This included Jay and Chrissie’s wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; saw the annual Harvest celebrations at Church. Great fun and food with friends! We also sold the mini and helped our homegroup give a garden makeover to a local care home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is normally cold and filled with fireworks but alas we missed both. The weather is still to change and Anne-Marie was teaching on Bonfire Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has crept up on us far too quickly. We are still in Aylesbury and feel it is right to be here. We will be spending Christmas with Glenn’s family and then New Year with Anne-Marie’s Dad.&lt;br /&gt;We hope you have had a great year and would love to catch up with you in 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-3971237388595027761?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/3971237388595027761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=3971237388595027761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/3971237388595027761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/3971237388595027761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-in-flash.html' title='The Year in a Flash'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-5170621474208511303</id><published>2006-12-09T20:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T20:48:27.255Z</updated><title type='text'>2006 in a Flash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;width:194px;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:83%"&gt;&lt;div style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/glennsalbum/2006InAFlash"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/glennsalbum/RXsfjrfHCOE/AAAAAAAAAI8/3EUUzip43AM/s160-c/2006InAFlash.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="border:none;padding:0px;margin-top:16px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/glennsalbum/2006InAFlash"&gt;&lt;div style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;2006 in a Flash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color:#808080"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-5170621474208511303?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/5170621474208511303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=5170621474208511303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/5170621474208511303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/5170621474208511303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006-in-flash.html' title='2006 in a Flash'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-115927425422517812</id><published>2006-09-26T12:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:19.918Z</updated><title type='text'>Life is a Peach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Until it becomes a plum and people start blowing raspberries!&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gill Sans MT;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-115927425422517812?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/115927425422517812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=115927425422517812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/115927425422517812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/115927425422517812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-is-peach.html' title='Life is a Peach'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-115411866918822578</id><published>2006-07-28T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:19.802Z</updated><title type='text'>Anne-Marie gets qualified!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's official Anne-Marie has both a traditional degree and a masters degree in law as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/collage.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/collage.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/collage.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-115411866918822578?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/115411866918822578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=115411866918822578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/115411866918822578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/115411866918822578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/07/anne-marie-gets-qualified.html' title='Anne-Marie gets qualified!'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-114263674310642459</id><published>2006-03-17T22:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:19.683Z</updated><title type='text'>You Have to Play to Win!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Indeed you do. I don't recall ever winning anything particularly grand in my life. In fact I seem to recall persuading the Readers Digest to withdraw the prize that I was eligible for because I was too young to accept it! To that end it was quite an amazing shock to discover that I was a winner today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It feels so good to have won something though. It kind of lifts you; makes you feel as though it was worth entering; worth spending the 5 minutes to answer a few questions (which at the time seem so random and completely irrelevant to the service you have just trialled that you wonder how the providers will make any sense of the statistics created by the response!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I am a winner and regardless of whether or not it was a fix (surely if only one person enters then only one person can win! - I was, of course, assured that I was not a lonely entrant - it just felt like it at the time!), I am a winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And further more it is incredibly tempting to not share with you what I won.... You might have to ask!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS A word to the wise - it is great fun deliberately trying to see how extreme you can make your comments so that the statistics really do end up being completely balanced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PPS A word to the very wise - I failed statistics at A-Level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PPPS A word to those who are still reading - I proved that you can learn by parrot fashion and passed Statistics at University with flying colours but now can't remember a thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-114263674310642459?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/114263674310642459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=114263674310642459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/114263674310642459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/114263674310642459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-have-to-play-to-win.html' title='You Have to Play to Win!'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-114159140923997374</id><published>2006-03-05T20:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:19.596Z</updated><title type='text'>Sniffing the Dirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was clearing through some old photos (2002?) and came across this one. Clearly he had sniffed out the dirt on me and was set to tell a porky! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/0061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-114159140923997374?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/114159140923997374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=114159140923997374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/114159140923997374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/114159140923997374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/03/sniffing-dirt.html' title='Sniffing the Dirt'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-114042624491930643</id><published>2006-02-20T09:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:19.538Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas "E" Cards - Economy or Charity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jerry MaGuire is a bible of wisdom for people aspiring to challenge the management practices of todays world. The phrase show me the money is just one element of the infinite wisdom that can be gleaned from the tale of Mr MaGuire and his attempt to change the way that a cut throat industry goes about its business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You might be wondering what this has got to do with Christmas Cards. Well actually I am specifically targeting electronic Christmas Cards sent out my numerous companies to replace the traditional paper ones that use to be sent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Christmas I received a few of these and as I hit the send button to return the gesture I paused to consider the content. Most of those I received had indicated that they were sending them in place of the traditional cards and the money saved in doing this was to be given to a charity. This is where the punch is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT CHARITY AND HOW MUCH?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOW ME THE MONEY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did they simply consider the cost of purchasing the traditional Christmas cards against the cost of developing a web based, moving image with sound e-card? (If they did then given the rate that most design houses charge I suspect that the charities didnt do too well this year!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did they calculate the savings they made by not overloading Post Man Pat with hundreds of cards that usually get filed under b (for bin) in next to no time at all? If so then they might have missed a trick in the loss of rebate from the post office due to a reduction in the postage bill last year! Ooooops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did they calculate the cost of time it takes the staff to personally write a message and sign all of the cards that get sent (not to mention the cost of the CEOs time as it is usually their signature that appears in the centre of each card!). I am intending to investigate this one as clearly it would show up as an unusually large donation in the accounts of any Charity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Notwithstanding this I would still like to say SHOW ME THE MONEY. Not one of the e-cards I received indicated how much they gave to their nominated charity. Only one of them actually indicated which charity they were going to give it to. So to all the others (and to any companies I didnt receive an e-card from) I would simply like to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOW ME THE MONEY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS I did send an email to a number of colleagues and I can personally assure you that the Diabetic Charity of the &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; benefited by £100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-114042624491930643?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/114042624491930643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=114042624491930643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/114042624491930643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/114042624491930643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/02/christmas-e-cards-economy-or-charity.html' title='Christmas &quot;E&quot; Cards - Economy or Charity?'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-114042622676335065</id><published>2006-02-20T09:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:19.480Z</updated><title type='text'>Glenn's Theory No.1 - Email</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mr Bill Gates and his technocrat colleagues, associates and competitors certainly created a rod for every living soles back when they invented email (before the comments come flooding in am aware that our friend (!) Mr Gates nor his Microsoft empire are the inventors of email but I am figuring that the mention of his name might get me a few more hits! – at least I am honest!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK so maybe I am setting out to offend in order to get attention (and I am really hoping that as a result of this entry people might start to read this blog!) and I accept that for the most part I am a supporter of email however I am also a concerned onlooker who is becoming increasingly aware that it is a cause of considerable stress, anguish and confusion whilst proclaiming to be quite the opposite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a theory: (amongst many others by the same name) Glenn’s Theory No.1 – A successful day can be measured by measuring the number of emails you have received, the number you have sent and the number you have deleted. That is to say that a successful day is when the number you have deleted exceeds the combined sum of the number you have received and the number you have sent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The objective of this theory (assuming theories are supposed to have objectives!) is to reduce the number of emails received by everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assuming the we all aim to have a successful day and my theory is correct then we will be able to eliminate the need to use email and return to methods of communication that are much more civilised such as talking to each other! To go one step further we could actually meet up with each other face to face! Let’s face it, whilst local transport may have got more expensive, long distance travel has got cheaper. (If I am right on this one and you pursue my logic, it might mean that you start to phone the person sitting adjacent to you but fly to see someone 1000 miles away just to say hello! Maybe I’ll consider that for a different blog entry!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-114042622676335065?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/114042622676335065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=114042622676335065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/114042622676335065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/114042622676335065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/02/glenns-theory-no1-email.html' title='Glenn&apos;s Theory No.1 - Email'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113917420205918199</id><published>2006-01-20T21:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:19.069Z</updated><title type='text'>Restrictions on Standing and Litter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am intrigued by the indication that trucks can sit or stand here. Presumabley it helps make lifting loads easier. I was also intrigued by the time restriction on "Don't Litter"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/IMG_0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/IMG_0225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113917420205918199?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113917420205918199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113917420205918199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917420205918199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917420205918199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/01/restrictions-on-standing-and-litter.html' title='Restrictions on Standing and Litter'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113960787736834396</id><published>2006-01-19T21:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:19.301Z</updated><title type='text'>Liberty, Ellis and Blue Hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We made it to Ellis Island &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/HPIM1071.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/HPIM1071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113960787736834396?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113960787736834396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113960787736834396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113960787736834396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113960787736834396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/01/liberty-ellis-and-blue-hats.html' title='Liberty, Ellis and Blue Hats'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113917400930973206</id><published>2006-01-18T21:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:19.012Z</updated><title type='text'>Things are getting smaller</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We did notice that NY was a little more technologically advanced. Even their emergency services have been condensed. Mini ambulances?... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/IMG_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/IMG_0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113917400930973206?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113917400930973206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113917400930973206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917400930973206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917400930973206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-are-getting-smaller.html' title='Things are getting smaller'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113917399818598538</id><published>2006-01-18T21:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:18.952Z</updated><title type='text'>Teaching has it's perks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've decided that if I takeup teaching I'm heading for New York. It seems that you can pick your company car right off the shelf. Any of these would do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/IMG_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/IMG_0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113917399818598538?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113917399818598538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113917399818598538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917399818598538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917399818598538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/01/teaching-has-its-perks.html' title='Teaching has it&apos;s perks'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113917390605758509</id><published>2006-01-18T21:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:18.839Z</updated><title type='text'>Metro Flushing - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a bit trickier avoiding the flush. Fortunately we heard it coming and followed the crowed out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/HPIM1037.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/HPIM1037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113917390605758509?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113917390605758509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113917390605758509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917390605758509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917390605758509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/01/metro-flushing-part-2.html' title='Metro Flushing - Part 2'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113917386704672077</id><published>2006-01-18T21:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:18.784Z</updated><title type='text'>Metro Flushing - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Believe it or not they expect their No. 7 Purple Metro to be flushed. We managed to avoid getting wet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/HPIM1036.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/HPIM1036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113917386704672077?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113917386704672077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113917386704672077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917386704672077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917386704672077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/01/metro-flushing-part-1.html' title='Metro Flushing - Part 1'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113960786760058684</id><published>2006-01-17T21:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:19.243Z</updated><title type='text'>A Girl's Best Friend or a Man's worst Enemy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whilst browsing a friend send me a text telling me that Tiffany's was a girl's best friend. She failed to warn me it was a man's worst enemy. I missed breakfast and think I might have been taken to the cleaners! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113960786760058684?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113960786760058684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113960786760058684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113960786760058684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113960786760058684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/01/girls-best-friend-or-mans-worst-enemy.html' title='A Girl&apos;s Best Friend or a Man&apos;s worst Enemy?'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113917353938949332</id><published>2006-01-17T21:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:18.604Z</updated><title type='text'>You can't keep an Old Dog New Tricks (or curb the old tricks)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw many dogs being walked by their owners, many walking their owners, others being walked by people paid by their owners. Fortunately (I think) I didn't get to see a dog being curbed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/IMG_0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/IMG_0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113917353938949332?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113917353938949332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113917353938949332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917353938949332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917353938949332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-cant-keep-old-dog-new-tricks-or.html' title='You can&apos;t keep an Old Dog New Tricks (or curb the old tricks)'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113917538409709721</id><published>2006-01-16T21:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:19.128Z</updated><title type='text'>New York, New York</title><content type='html'>Our New Year resolution was to take a holiday. So on January 1st we booked a trip to New York. We flew out on the 14th of January and saw all that we could in a week. Sight seeing to make our soles soar for seven days. It was great... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/collage.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/collage.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113917538409709721?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113917538409709721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113917538409709721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917538409709721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917538409709721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York, New York'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113917360899257058</id><published>2006-01-16T21:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T16:12:26.323Z</updated><title type='text'>Loosing and Finding Restrooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I apologise for the poor image quality. Notwithstanding this I wasn't sure what the difference between a lost restroom and a found restroom. So I went to investigate... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/IMG_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/IMG_0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113917360899257058?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113917360899257058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113917360899257058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917360899257058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917360899257058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/01/loosing-and-finding-restrooms.html' title='Loosing and Finding Restrooms'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113960805421680102</id><published>2006-01-15T21:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:19.418Z</updated><title type='text'>Smiles, Gritted Teeth, Central Park in New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On our first day we woke up to snow. This was taken looking out onto the reservoir in Central Park. Our teeth were clenched because it was so cold! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/MG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/MG_0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113960805421680102?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113960805421680102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113960805421680102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113960805421680102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113960805421680102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/01/smiles-gritted-teeth-central-park-in.html' title='Smiles, Gritted Teeth, Central Park in New York'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113960804386781704</id><published>2006-01-15T21:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:19.359Z</updated><title type='text'>Do I Still Pass as an Engineer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is for Dad, the question is will they let me in?! - "last yere I cudnt evn spel engineer now I am 1!" - well kinda! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/MG_0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/MG_0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113960804386781704?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113960804386781704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113960804386781704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113960804386781704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113960804386781704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/01/do-i-still-pass-as-engineer.html' title='Do I Still Pass as an Engineer'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113917392808228922</id><published>2006-01-15T21:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:18.896Z</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on canine etiquette</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wasn't thinking about that at all. I don't even have a dog. It is clear that Big Brother had ESP... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/MG_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/MG_0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113917392808228922?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113917392808228922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113917392808228922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917392808228922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917392808228922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/01/thoughts-on-canine-etiquette.html' title='Thoughts on canine etiquette'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113929739335808323</id><published>2006-01-15T07:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:19.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Signs Language and the Interpreter</title><content type='html'>Language is a funny thing - I do accept this. I also accept that American English is a stones throw from the Queens English (and I do believe it is only a stones throw). However on Anne-Marie and my recent trip to New York I couldn't resist thinking about alternative interpretation to the streeet signs we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following few posts are illustrations of my point. They range from time restrictions on littering the streets to flushing mains on the Metro system. many of them caused me significant ammusement. Some caused Anne-Marie significant frustration (waiting for me to get a good shot). For all of them I blame (and thank) &lt;a href="http://jonroper.blogspot.com/2005/12/jamaica-signs.html"&gt;Jon Roper&lt;/a&gt; for starting this whole affair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113929739335808323?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113929739335808323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113929739335808323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113929739335808323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113929739335808323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/01/signs-language-and-interpreter.html' title='Signs Language and the Interpreter'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113917368519012278</id><published>2006-01-14T21:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:18.728Z</updated><title type='text'>Ground Transportation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't remember the last time ground transprotation waited for anybody! Sorry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/HPIM0984.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/HPIM0984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113917368519012278?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113917368519012278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113917368519012278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917368519012278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113917368519012278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2006/01/ground-transportation.html' title='Ground Transportation'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113468460549433040</id><published>2005-12-15T22:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:18.488Z</updated><title type='text'>2005 Review in a Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2005&lt;/strong&gt; has been full ofchange following a year of energy in 2004…&lt;br /&gt;We started the year with Anne-Marie still travelling to Leicester and Glenn still trying to be a HR Manager! In &lt;strong&gt;January&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2005&lt;/strong&gt; Glenn got a year older but other than grey hairs hasn’t gained much more! In &lt;strong&gt;February&lt;/strong&gt; Anne-Marie also gained a year but managed to miss the grey hair increase! (Glenn’s dad retired shortly followed by mum!) In &lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt; we had a really good time with friends in Aylesbury at Easter building a Holy Space as part of our Church’s Easter Celebrations. With the exception of a friends wedding, we struggled through &lt;strong&gt;April&lt;/strong&gt; knowing that we had a holiday planned and that many parts of our Camp planning had gone relatively smoothly. In &lt;strong&gt;May&lt;/strong&gt; we joined our friends the Edwards in the Lakes for a week at Centre Parcs on Holiday! It was a great week filled with fresh air and fun in the middle of a forest. Glenn also resigned from Costain as he had accepted a new job with Rok. We went to see Chitty Chitty Bang Bang in London in &lt;strong&gt;June&lt;/strong&gt; whilst &lt;strong&gt;July&lt;/strong&gt; saw us complete final preparations for Porthpean and go to another Wedding whilst Glenn worked out his notice with a little garden leave! Anne-Marie was still working hard on her studies. The camp in &lt;strong&gt;August&lt;/strong&gt; went amazingly smoothly with next to no hiccups. We had fun and shared amazing fellowship with new and old friends and 84 young people. Glenn started his new job on our return from Cornwall. In &lt;strong&gt;September&lt;/strong&gt; Martha (our cat) was diagnosed with diabetes and we attended another wedding. We went to see Mary Poppins in London and decided to take up golf. Since then time has flown -not through playing golf! We have committed to running Porthpean again next year and made a concerted effort to start planning for this in &lt;strong&gt;October&lt;/strong&gt;. Anne-Marie made significant headway with the last parts of her Master’s degree in &lt;strong&gt;November&lt;/strong&gt; whilst Glenn has taken up reading Leadership Development books! As &lt;strong&gt;December&lt;/strong&gt; makes the days shorter, we are looking forward to an end to Anne-Marie’s studies (hopefully gaining her LLM) and decorating the house in the new year! We will have attended our 4th wedding before the year ends!&lt;br /&gt;And to sun it all up in a pictre or two: &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/collage.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/collage.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113468460549433040?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113468460549433040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113468460549433040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113468460549433040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113468460549433040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2005/12/2005-review-in-blog.html' title='2005 Review in a Blog'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113311504081353824</id><published>2005-11-27T18:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:18.430Z</updated><title type='text'>Watching Over London</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we went to London and looked over London... at night... on the Eye and here is the result!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/collage.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/collage.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113311504081353824?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113311504081353824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113311504081353824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113311504081353824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113311504081353824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2005/11/watching-over-london.html' title='Watching Over London'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113474274985857564</id><published>2005-11-25T14:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:49:08.161Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bright and Funny'/><title type='text'>Defining Bright and Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A banter of emails caused me to question who was being described as bright and funny. On reflection I have now learnt that suggesting girls couldn’t be bright and funny was a mistake. I have indeed paid for it several times and apologise significantly more (but it won’t be over until the fat lady sings)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notwithstanding this, I do think it would be pertinent if not essential to make clear the definitions of “bright” and “funny” in relation to people in general. From the lesson I have learnt it would appear that there are 2 views: One held by females and one held by males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, at this point you are lost, I would suggest that you click on a picture, link, advertisement or another page. Perhaps this &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/children/"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;! If not then I would just like to say that having set out on this journey (to suggest definitions of “bright” and “funny” in relation to people), I have opted to hold my own view and keep you guessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have been able to put this into context but sadly my Windows profile has recently been found to be corrupt (no reflection of my mental state before you ask) and as a result I have lost all record of the email banter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113474274985857564?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113474274985857564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113474274985857564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113474274985857564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113474274985857564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2005/11/defining-bright-and-funny.html' title='Defining Bright and Funny'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113145183768798512</id><published>2005-11-08T12:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:18.295Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleep and Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="073450612-08112005"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have just read an article that suggests the larger the animal the less sleep it needs. The extremes given are that of a Hamster - that needs a huge amount of sleep and an Elephant - that needs next to nothing. Ok so that may not seem so daft when you think about the old heart rate and size theory (whereby the smaller the animal the faster the heart beat and hence the shorter life span etc.) because a smaller animal has clearly got to fit more sleep into their shorter life time. However if this applies to human beings then I think we should head towards the European Court of Justice and raise a case on grounds of equality! Just a thought!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As with all things there are exceptions (or incredible extremes) that break the rules: Dolphins are so clever that they can sleep whilst being awake... They can alternate which side of the brain they use to think whilst resting the other side in a form of sleep. It is notable that whilst they do this one eye closes. My father suggests he can do the same but doesn't have independent control of his eye lids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113145183768798512?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113145183768798512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113145183768798512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113145183768798512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113145183768798512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2005/11/sleep-and-things.html' title='Sleep and Things'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113139579324015605</id><published>2005-09-17T20:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:18.059Z</updated><title type='text'>A Saturday in September</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rob and Wendy's Wedding - A really great day that was enjoyed by all the quests (particuarly the blossoming work colleagues!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113139579324015605?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113139579324015605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113139579324015605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113139579324015605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113139579324015605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2005/09/saturday-in-september.html' title='A Saturday in September'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113119092266026247</id><published>2005-09-09T11:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:16.892Z</updated><title type='text'>I've Started so I'll Finish</title><content type='html'>Three weeks ago my neighbour asked me if there was any chance that I was going to do any work some day soon! - I started work 4 days later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed I started work with a very different employer and after a bumpy start things are settling down and I am slowly establishing a place - well actually a number of places.... We have a hot desking policy whcih means I have a different desk every time I arrive at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great actually! The clear desk policy applies every night so you have a clear desk in the morning; you have an excuse to call IT lots because we advocate a paperless office making IT essential!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding to the luxury of a clean desk each morning I have halved my journey time into work. I am struggling to be late to work - even if I have a lie in I can still be at my desk before 9am! As with everything there are exceptions: The other day I had a 3 hour journey to work (but that was because I travelled 200 miles to get to the office I was working for that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life is peachy! (To coin a dated phrase that probably provides you with an indication of my age!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113119092266026247?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113119092266026247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113119092266026247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113119092266026247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113119092266026247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-started-so-ill-finish_113119092266026247.html' title='I&apos;ve Started so I&apos;ll Finish'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113139412969928567</id><published>2005-08-14T20:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:17.992Z</updated><title type='text'>Porthpean 3 - The End - 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And these were all of the peple that made Porthpean 3 2005 completely successful and rewarding.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/IMG_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/IMG_0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113139412969928567?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113139412969928567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113139412969928567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113139412969928567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113139412969928567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2005/08/porthpean-3-end-2005.html' title='Porthpean 3 - The End - 2005'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113139408823289731</id><published>2005-08-10T20:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:17.928Z</updated><title type='text'>Porthpean 3 - The Middle - 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything at Porthpean 3, 2005 was attributed to God.&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/HPIM0478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/HPIM0478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113139368925899893?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113139368925899893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113139368925899893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113139368925899893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113139368925899893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2005/08/porthpean-3-beginning-2005.html' title='Porthpean 3 - The Beginning - 2005'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113119025798089992</id><published>2005-08-05T10:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:16.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Has it been quiet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not really! I guess I should have expected that being owned by one company  (still under contract) but committed to joining another (contract signed and  waiting to join!) wasn't going to be as easy as "garden leave".&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can understand the principle of Garden Leave and to be honest it has been  a great pportunity for me to relax an have some time out but has it had  the  desired affect?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the answer to that you would need to ask the question "What was the  desired affect?" or at least "What was the objective?". I suspect the answer is  no - but don't tell anyone because it would be a waste of time and money to find  out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113119025798089992?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113119025798089992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113119025798089992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113119025798089992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113119025798089992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2005/08/has-it-been-quiet.html' title='Has it been quiet?'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113139657855784577</id><published>2005-07-23T20:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:18.127Z</updated><title type='text'>A Wedding in July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracy and Alex's Wedding - The weather was amazing (much like the bride); the groom hansome and the boys and girls played and enjoyed; Jack stayed up late!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/collage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113139657855784577?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113139657855784577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113139657855784577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113139657855784577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113139657855784577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2005/07/wedding-in-july.html' title='A Wedding in July!'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113139705207468957</id><published>2005-07-18T20:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:18.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Singapore to London Return!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A meeting with a (tempting to say old - sorry Willin!) University friend in London. WIllin studied Law at Nottingham and has just opened a restaurant in Singapore! (See the links.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/collage.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/collage.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113139705207468957?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113139705207468957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113139705207468957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113139705207468957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113139705207468957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2005/07/singapore-to-london-return.html' title='Singapore to London Return!'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113165844674061090</id><published>2005-07-17T21:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:18.366Z</updated><title type='text'>A Typical English Garden Party?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A fatastic Sunday afternoon was had by all when we celebrated Rupert and Maria's move to pastures new with a glorious barbecue in Martin and Julia's back garden.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/1024/collage.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/114/6629/400/collage.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113165844674061090?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113165844674061090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113165844674061090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113165844674061090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113165844674061090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2005/07/typical-english-garden-party.html' title='A Typical English Garden Party?'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113119066231335661</id><published>2005-07-11T11:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:16.835Z</updated><title type='text'>Guilty but Not Responsible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To say that the last few weeks have been manic would be a slight  understatement. They have been furious!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other day someone asked me how I was.... "Winding Down?" they asked....  "You have to be kidding" I joked!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I then queried why on earth I wasn't winding down and the line "Guilty but  not responsible" from a film called "The Contender" came to mind.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the few months leading up to my resignation I felt a little guilty.  Whether it was because of the meetings I was having (not all in work time!) or  because I was struggling to keep on the mask that everything was fine and dandy  I'm not sure. Nonetheless I did have a feeling of guilt.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't recall the guilt dissapearing but I am certain that the furiousity  I am now exepriencing is now responsibility driven! I am still contributing to  new ideas and working for the onward progress of the company; keeping up the day  job with no one to hand over to!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ho Hum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113119066231335661?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113119066231335661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113119066231335661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113119066231335661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113119066231335661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2005/07/guilty-but-not-responsible.html' title='Guilty but Not Responsible'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113119161454301781</id><published>2005-07-01T09:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:16.951Z</updated><title type='text'>And now the Main Board</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So there I was making pleasantries with the chairman of the main board and  he proceeds to ask me why I am leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He was more than concerned and genuinely interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had this theory once that basically made you feel worthless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something about water in a bucket, put your hand in and take it out. The space / hole left in the water is relative to the hole you will leave should you leave a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I was wrong......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hind sight he might have been fishing for gossip or dirt on my superiors?! Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113119161454301781?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113119161454301781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113119161454301781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113119161454301781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113119161454301781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-now-main-board.html' title='And now the Main Board'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113119170685658709</id><published>2005-06-10T09:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:17.007Z</updated><title type='text'>Leaving one Place to Join Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In the last 3 weeks, maongst many other things, I have been called a "Sod"  and and "B*****d" by two very close colleagues whom I would and still do  consider close friends...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have to admit I was surprised. And all because I said I was leaving!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;News travels faster than you can consider. OUr facilities manager knew before  most and possibly even before me! Apart from the outburst, I have been genuinely  surprised by the response peope have had to me handing in my notice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I maintain that noone is really indespensible and that no sooner are you gone  as someone better and braver and more appropriate fills the void. So leaving is  just a part of life. You leave one place to join another - probably because  someone left the place you are going to!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Out of all of the comments and actions taken since handing in my notice I was  most surprised to find out that the news was tabled at the board meeting.....  gulp..... for me.... but I am lowest of the low.... someone who is often  overlooked and rarely thought to have the answer to anything but admin  questions!....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It would appear that I have an amount of knowledge that the business want to  squeeze from me. Sadly I am not convinced that they know what it is!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ho Hummmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113119170685658709?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113119170685658709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113119170685658709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113119170685658709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113119170685658709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2005/06/leaving-one-place-to-join-another.html' title='Leaving one Place to Join Another'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113119246469653460</id><published>2005-05-21T12:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T16:25:18.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Life Must Go One</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It really must. Eras come to an end but life still goes on. Yesterday is the past, Today is now and who knows what Tomorrow may bring.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Colleagues and acquaintances I have many. Friends just one or two. Those I know well I can count on one hand. Those who know me are few. And the only reason why is because we don't tell them!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am in the process of leaving one job to move onto pastures new. I fully accept that the grass is greener on the otherside of the fence only if you water or nurture it. I have spent a number of months trying to water the grass I am faced with each morning with my current job and have decided that I'm not in the right field. So I am off to graze elsewhere!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113119246469653460?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113119246469653460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113119246469653460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113119246469653460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113119246469653460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2005/05/life-must-go-one.html' title='Life Must Go One'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18200632.post-113119257072469074</id><published>2005-05-03T12:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:34:17.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Another Tiring Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find something that you like doing and then get someone to pay you for  doing it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am not sure who said it - and they probably became famous after saying it!  - but it is the best career advice out there!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today has been one going from here to there and back again without actually  leaving the floor of my work building! I have advised, managed, concluded and  listened to 2 ends of a spectrum of issues relating to people and whilst  accepting that there is "nought so queer as folk" I still can't fathom why they  are still employing me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18200632-113119257072469074?l=glennfosters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/feeds/113119257072469074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18200632&amp;postID=113119257072469074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113119257072469074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18200632/posts/default/113119257072469074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glennfosters.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-tiring-day.html' title='Another Tiring Day'/><author><name>Glenn Foster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
