<?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-30431638</id><updated>2012-02-01T20:15:01.348Z</updated><category term='torchwood'/><title type='text'>Near Life Experience</title><subtitle type='html'>The things that prompt me to stir from my usual repose, supine on the living room floor in front of my computer, are bushcraft, knifemaking, leatherwork, cooking and drawing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodoldboys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30431638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodoldboys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084589733196994794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/risby/me2003small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30431638.post-5975440497171747575</id><published>2009-07-13T16:26:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:02:14.480+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='torchwood'/><title type='text'>Torchwood: Children of Earth</title><summary type='text'>I watched all episodes of this five part mini-series having keenly anticipated the kind of compelling drama brought to us by some of the most recent Dr Who episodes. Instead of being entranced and rapt I was increasingly disappointed by discontinuities and cheap narrative tricks. I don't think it was the production values, special effects or even the acting that made it so unconvincing. I believe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodoldboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5975440497171747575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30431638&amp;postID=5975440497171747575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30431638/posts/default/5975440497171747575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30431638/posts/default/5975440497171747575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodoldboys.blogspot.com/2009/07/torchwood-children-of-earth.html' title='Torchwood: Children of Earth'/><author><name>Ris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084589733196994794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/risby/me2003small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30431638.post-115529210836501027</id><published>2006-08-11T09:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T13:04:43.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast of champions</title><summary type='text'>Camembert and strawberry jam on buttered toast.So many layers of sensation: flavour, texture and pong (let's face it, the word 'fragrance' can NOT be applied to the smell of camembert after a couple of days in the kitchen in summer).I've just made a slice of toast from the crust of yesterday's home-made (in a machine) light wholemeal loaf. It was still very fresh as this was the first cut and it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodoldboys.blogspot.com/feeds/115529210836501027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30431638&amp;postID=115529210836501027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30431638/posts/default/115529210836501027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30431638/posts/default/115529210836501027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodoldboys.blogspot.com/2006/08/breakfast-of-champions.html' title='Breakfast of champions'/><author><name>Ris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084589733196994794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/risby/me2003small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30431638.post-115264947335992384</id><published>2006-07-11T21:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T07:35:20.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Twisty Bracelets</title><summary type='text'>The mystery of “Mystery Twisty Bracelets” is that although they are plaited there are no loose ends. How is that plaiting done? I learnt to make these leather bracelets more than thirty years ago when I met some leather craftsmen, living in a communal squat in London, who sold their produce in Camden Lock market.I still have a couple of tools and some dye left from that time but I hadn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodoldboys.blogspot.com/feeds/115264947335992384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30431638&amp;postID=115264947335992384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30431638/posts/default/115264947335992384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30431638/posts/default/115264947335992384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodoldboys.blogspot.com/2006/07/mystery-twisty-bracelets.html' title='Mystery Twisty Bracelets'/><author><name>Ris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084589733196994794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/risby/me2003small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/risby/twisties/th_twisty01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30431638.post-115158059659350779</id><published>2006-06-29T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:13:49.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dartmoor, May 2006</title><summary type='text'>In mid-May I spent a couple of days on my own on Dartmoor, prior to visiting the Exeter Knife Show. I showed some of my photos to the peeps over on the BushcraftUK forum so I can quickly bung em on here as well.A glorious time was had by ..., well, me anyway: the weather was brilliant, the scenery was invigorating and the solitude was welcome; the food was quite good too.Dartmoor has great lumps </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodoldboys.blogspot.com/feeds/115158059659350779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30431638&amp;postID=115158059659350779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30431638/posts/default/115158059659350779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30431638/posts/default/115158059659350779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodoldboys.blogspot.com/2006/06/dartmoor-may-2006.html' title='Dartmoor, May 2006'/><author><name>Ris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084589733196994794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/risby/me2003small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/risby/dartmoor/th_SaddleTor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30431638.post-115157484568807351</id><published>2006-06-29T10:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T13:37:46.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><summary type='text'>Having been out of the race now for nearly two years I felt I should let you know that I haven't just been sitting on my 4rse getting fat. Apart from that I've also beenobsessed with food: cooking, reading about cooking, eating, not so interested in reading about eating (as in restaurant reviews) as I'd rather be doing it myself;interested in bushcraft and the change of spirit that this has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodoldboys.blogspot.com/feeds/115157484568807351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30431638&amp;postID=115157484568807351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30431638/posts/default/115157484568807351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30431638/posts/default/115157484568807351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodoldboys.blogspot.com/2006/06/intro.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>Ris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13084589733196994794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b344/risby/me2003small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
