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\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-GEQVTP2YpaM\/UnuY_BjXtRI\/AAAAAAAAD_A\/7fvmWYeHCSg\/s1600\/winner.jpg\"\u003E \u003Cimg alt=\"\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-GEQVTP2YpaM\/UnuY_BjXtRI\/AAAAAAAAD_A\/7fvmWYeHCSg\/s1600\/winner.jpg\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641564410206788610\" style=\"display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ELast weekend we hit the Rocky Horror Picture Show in The Sugar Club for their Halloween shindig, where I had an absolute ball, found a dude dressed as Beetlejuice to get a photo with (although I had to explain who I was dressed as to him - worst Beetlejuice ever), completely confused some Spanish dudes as to why I was green and what exactly made me Miss Argentina when I'd never even been there, Time Warped my turquoise face off and won Best Costume!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI was so delighted with how it all turned out. Which was a relief, considering that I'd been planning and waiting for a fucking year and eight months to do it. The body paint colour was Snazaroo's Sea Green and looked blue in some photos, green in others and bright turquoise in real life, which was kinda perfect because in stills from the film, the actual Miss Argentina character seems to alternate between blue and green depending on the shot.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-qgTf6Nkl1mA\/UnuZKvBnS-I\/AAAAAAAAD_I\/TTgraK9njeg\/s1600\/prep.jpg\"\u003E \u003Cimg alt=\"\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-qgTf6Nkl1mA\/UnuZKvBnS-I\/AAAAAAAAD_I\/TTgraK9njeg\/s1600\/prep.jpg\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641564410206788610\" style=\"display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt was so much fun painting myself turquoise, that even when the Bear got worried that I was going to end up dyeing my skin in the process of layering on the paint, I just shouted \"I DON'T CARE! LOOK AT HOW COOL THIS IS!\" I almost lost the run of myself with excitement when I finally got to the point where I could put the wig on, as that was when it all came together.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI made the red collar out of wire from a craft shop, which came already wound in two spirals, so I just took the centre point and bent it into the shape I wanted, then covered it with red tulle and glued a fuckload of sequins to it. The sash was just a big wide ribbon that I painted the letters on and the wig was borrowed from my lovely friend Lili and then pinned into a haphazard updo with a bajillion bobby pins because I have no idea how to style an updo properly. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-D8azdWYfqw0\/UnuZUAzzqdI\/AAAAAAAAD_Q\/MjRUQfKjLIA\/s1600\/cuts.jpg\"\u003E \u003Cimg alt=\"\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-D8azdWYfqw0\/UnuZUAzzqdI\/AAAAAAAAD_Q\/MjRUQfKjLIA\/s1600\/cuts.jpg\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641564410206788610\" style=\"display: block; height: 534px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EMiss Argentina's wrists are cut, which is the dark little gag that shot right over my head as a kid, so being a sucker for detail I made those with special effects wax and a bit of fake blood.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ctable align=\"center\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" class=\"tr-caption-container\" style=\"margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ctbody\u003E\u003Ctr\u003E\u003Ctd style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\"\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-VisSoMmLvNY\/Unuc9Vts1PI\/AAAAAAAAD_k\/yXq5VCgF-uI\/s1600\/hectorpics.jpg\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641564410206788610\" style=\"display: block; height: 275px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;\" \/\u003E\u003C\/td\u003E\u003C\/tr\u003E\u003Ctr\u003E\u003Ctd class=\"tr-caption\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003EMe on stage getting a prize and being momentarily scared that I might have to say something. These two were taken by Hector Heathwood and yoinked from the \u003Ca href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/pages\/ROCKY-HORROR-PICTURE-SHOW-IRELAND\/105947930418?fref=ts\" target=\"_blank\"\u003ERocky Horror Facebook page\u003C\/a\u003E.\u003C\/td\u003E\u003C\/tr\u003E\u003C\/tbody\u003E\u003C\/table\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-VisSoMmLvNY\/Unuc9Vts1PI\/AAAAAAAAD_k\/yXq5VCgF-uI\/s1600\/hectorpics.jpg\"\u003E \u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt was quite weird when I'd catch my reflection during the night, as I'd sort of forget that I was this crazy bright colour and more than once found myself coming away from a mirror thinking \"I'm so GREEEN!\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI absolutely loved it though and didn't want to take it off at the end of the night, so before going for a shower at all hours of the morning, I went on a selfie rampage (something I NEVER do), because the last thing I wanted was to end up wishing that I'd taken more photographs of the costume.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ctable align=\"center\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" class=\"tr-caption-container\" style=\"margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ctbody\u003E\u003Ctr\u003E\u003Ctd style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\"\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-9zXXtDFSRso\/UnvEtrQqHCI\/AAAAAAAAD_8\/bCEdTYeapVU\/s1600\/selfie3.jpg\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641564410206788610\" style=\"display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;\" \/\u003E\u003C\/td\u003E\u003C\/tr\u003E\u003Ctr\u003E\u003Ctd class=\"tr-caption\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003EAlso, it turns out I'm terrible at taking selfies. Do I look at the camera? At my reflection? Down at the phone? Is my hand meant to look that gammy? \u003C\/td\u003E\u003C\/tr\u003E\u003C\/tbody\u003E\u003C\/table\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-yHIcLe5QmPQ\/UnuZk3FW8xI\/AAAAAAAAD_Y\/HzvKiZM7O3U\/s1600\/selfie.jpg\"\u003E \u003Cimg alt=\"\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-yHIcLe5QmPQ\/UnuZk3FW8xI\/AAAAAAAAD_Y\/HzvKiZM7O3U\/s1600\/selfie.jpg\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641564410206788610\" style=\"display: block; height: 323px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-9zXXtDFSRso\/UnvEtrQqHCI\/AAAAAAAAD_8\/bCEdTYeapVU\/s1600\/selfie3.jpg\"\u003E \u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy wig was a little bit askew at this point though, as by then it was half past several mojitos in the morning and I didn't really notice. I never usually post photos of myself here, but then again I didn't really look like me on the night, what with the bluey skin and the wig and the fact that Billy and The Incredible Mulq didn't recognise me at first when I walked up to them in the queue outside The Sugar Club.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAlso, the hamper of fun stuff that I won was pretty deadly, what with the mulled wine and prosecco and horror DVDs and chocolate. There was also a box of Milk Tray but when a Sunday hangover and gallons of tea collided, that particular box of chocolates didn't stand a chance and got kinda eaten before I could take a photo of my victory swag laid out all nice and pretty.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-NG_VVrfpUDk\/Unudt6vORII\/AAAAAAAAD_s\/Wjk8m6lEcmY\/s1600\/hamper.jpg\"\u003E \u003Cimg alt=\"\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-NG_VVrfpUDk\/Unudt6vORII\/AAAAAAAAD_s\/Wjk8m6lEcmY\/s1600\/hamper.jpg\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641564410206788610\" style=\"display: block; height: 598px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe only problem now is how the hell do I top this next year? \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ciframe allowtransparency=\"true\" frameborder=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" src=\"http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/plugins\/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fredlemonade.blogspot.com%2F2013%2F11%2Fhandbook-for-recently-deceased.html\" style=\"height: 26px; width: 100%;\"\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/redlemonade.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3317191970311533847\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/redlemonade.blogspot.com\/2013\/11\/handbook-for-recently-deceased.html#comment-form","title":"4 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/7970712784003281497\/posts\/default\/3317191970311533847"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/7970712784003281497\/posts\/default\/3317191970311533847"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/redlemonade.blogspot.com\/2013\/11\/handbook-for-recently-deceased.html","title":"Handbook For The Recently Deceased"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Kitty Catastrophe"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/08783550352881766193"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"32","src":"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-y1G0SXlwykI\/U-DwTouCmwI\/AAAAAAAAEN4\/M3NH_VZo0T4\/s1600\/*"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-GEQVTP2YpaM\/UnuY_BjXtRI\/AAAAAAAAD_A\/7fvmWYeHCSg\/s72-c\/winner.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"4"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970712784003281497.post-2227483632569284315"},"published":{"$t":"2011-03-22T15:54:00.009+00:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-01-04T16:21:30.959+00:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Blogging"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Parties"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"The Bear"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Sure who will we get in trouble with? The Blog Police?"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"I may not have made it as a finalist in this year's Irish Blog Awards, but when yet another winner turned out not to be there on the night and Rick O'Shea was offering their big foam trophy to a crowd that remained seated, I skittered up to the stage to grab it. Fuck this, thought I, I'm having some manner of prize for myself. Although, after the ceremony bit the Bear did head for the stage and unattended glass trophies after saying \"You deserve an award Kitty.\" If something is unclaimed and unguarded then it's not \u003Cspan style=\"font-style: italic;\"\u003Ereally\u003C\/span\u003E stealing. Right?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-4nxPKRR7k-8\/TYjKrks48DI\/AAAAAAAABVk\/1k2TZFpfl0U\/s1600\/trophy.jpg\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-4nxPKRR7k-8\/TYjKrks48DI\/AAAAAAAABVk\/1k2TZFpfl0U\/s400\/trophy.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586938187688243250\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size:85%;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-style: italic;\"\u003EI was the girl in the Minnie Mouse type dress, for those of you who were at the awards.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe Bear and myself had a ferocious amount of fun and it was brilliant meeting \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/www.emesq.com\/main\/\"\u003EEli Mordino\u003C\/a\u003E, \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/chicknamedhermia.wordpress.com\/\"\u003EHermia\u003C\/a\u003E, \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/notruairi.blogspot.com\/\"\u003EnotRuairi\u003C\/a\u003E, \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/whiterabbitni.blogspot.com\/\"\u003EWhite Rabbit\u003C\/a\u003E and \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/www.thelicentiate.blogspot.com\/\"\u003EThe Licentiate\u003C\/a\u003E, to name a few. Jumping into a taxi to go back to a house with some of the above turned out to be an amazingly good call. There were card tricks, a mesmerising game with zombies in it and magic mind-reading a go-go. Let it be known that Nordies put on a damn entertaining show.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe next morning, whilst packing up our hangovers, the Bear noticed a crowd across the road from the hotel, staring up at the building. When you're staying in the most bombed hotel in Europe and a crowd of spectators are gathering below your eighth storey window, this \u003Cspan style=\"font-style: italic;\"\u003Emight\u003C\/span\u003E be a cause for concern.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-bgxemICfLcM\/TYjP4FD_O-I\/AAAAAAAABVs\/rZcFwHlKC6k\/s1600\/whatthe.jpg\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-bgxemICfLcM\/TYjP4FD_O-I\/AAAAAAAABVs\/rZcFwHlKC6k\/s400\/whatthe.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586943900091628514\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EThe terrified blonde girl in a harness that appeared outside our window moments later solved the mystery right away though. For you see there was a group abseiling down the front of the Europa for charity that very morning.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-xNtprSUx5fk\/TYjQZY75fvI\/AAAAAAAABV0\/78ZBwClqxk0\/s1600\/oh.jpg\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-xNtprSUx5fk\/TYjQZY75fvI\/AAAAAAAABV0\/78ZBwClqxk0\/s400\/oh.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586944472362090226\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI refrained from taking a picture of said terrified girl, for when I gave her a bemused smile, she looked less than impressed. She appeared to be somewhere between scared out of her wits and seething with anger for ever agreeing to the stunt and may have been likely to smash through our window and grab me by the throat. Or something less dramatic.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESeeing as this was the last year of the IBAs, I do hope that there'll be an alternative event of some description next year, as there are loads of bloggers I'd still love to meet. All we really need is an excuse for a massive piss-up, and ideally one with significantly less politics and martyrdom involved.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ciframe src=\"http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/plugins\/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fredlemonade.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F03%2Fsure-who-will-we-get-in-trouble-with.html\u0026amp;layout=standard\u0026amp;show_faces=false\u0026amp;width=450\u0026amp;action=like\u0026amp;font\u0026amp;colorscheme=light\u0026amp;height=35\" style=\"border: medium none; overflow: hidden; width: 450px; height: 35px;\" allowtransparency=\"true\" frameborder=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\"\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/redlemonade.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2227483632569284315\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/redlemonade.blogspot.com\/2011\/03\/sure-who-will-we-get-in-trouble-with.html#comment-form","title":"6 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/7970712784003281497\/posts\/default\/2227483632569284315"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/7970712784003281497\/posts\/default\/2227483632569284315"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/redlemonade.blogspot.com\/2011\/03\/sure-who-will-we-get-in-trouble-with.html","title":"Sure who will we get in trouble with? The Blog Police?"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Kitty Catastrophe"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/08783550352881766193"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"32","src":"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-y1G0SXlwykI\/U-DwTouCmwI\/AAAAAAAAEN4\/M3NH_VZo0T4\/s1600\/*"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-4nxPKRR7k-8\/TYjKrks48DI\/AAAAAAAABVk\/1k2TZFpfl0U\/s72-c\/trophy.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"6"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970712784003281497.post-563004720582214179"},"published":{"$t":"2010-12-21T20:18:00.006+00:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-02-27T17:02:42.964+00:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Fancy Dress"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"fashion"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Parties"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Telly"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"And You Will Know Her By The Trail Of Cotton Wool"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"In honour of Miss Dizzle's birthday, last Saturday night was spent happily imbibing €5 mojitos, with each of us in Father Ted themed fancy dress. The birthday girl herself came as the most magnificent Spiderbaby you ever did see, and special mention must go to the \"HOLIDAYS!\" version of Father Jack (old fashioned black and white swimsuit and knotted handkerchief on her, yes in this case, \u003Cspan style=\"font-style: italic;\"\u003Eher\u003C\/span\u003E head) a runner up in the Lovely Girls competition, a Sister Assumpta with chocolate all over her face and a dashing Pat Mustard, to name but a few.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI decided to go as that most noble character, favourite of Fargo Boyle and multiple winner of the King of the Sheep competition, Chris.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_qVUWkJbYrBM\/TREObmk8wYI\/AAAAAAAABG8\/PS6pxekuVUA\/s1600\/ChristheSheep.jpg\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_qVUWkJbYrBM\/TREObmk8wYI\/AAAAAAAABG8\/PS6pxekuVUA\/s400\/ChristheSheep.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553235682899313026\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size:85%;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-style: italic;\"\u003EAs in the costume was cheap, not me. Actually that's a lie, I'm pretty much anybody's for a bottle of Tanora and some bacon fries.\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt's official, four hundred cotton wool balls, a white dress from one of those shops called \u003Cspan style=\"font-style: italic;\"\u003ECrisis\u003C\/span\u003E or \u003Cspan style=\"font-style: italic;\"\u003EFab\u003C\/span\u003E or something, a bottle of fabric glue and nothing better to do on a Saturday afternoon will get you a DIY sheep costume. The cover of last week's Sunday Times magazine was duly chopped up, folded appropriately and reborn as a rosette, just so nobody would be in any doubt as to Chris's importance.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI'm still finding bits of cotton wool all over the house.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ciframe src=\"http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/plugins\/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fredlemonade.blogspot.com%2F2010%2F12%2Fand-you-will-know-her-by-trail-of.html\u0026amp;layout=standard\u0026amp;show_faces=true\u0026amp;width=450\u0026amp;action=like\u0026amp;colorscheme=light\u0026amp;height=80\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"0\" style=\"border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;\" allowTransparency=\"true\"\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/redlemonade.blogspot.com\/feeds\/563004720582214179\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/redlemonade.blogspot.com\/2010\/12\/and-you-will-know-her-by-trail-of.html#comment-form","title":"10 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/7970712784003281497\/posts\/default\/563004720582214179"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/7970712784003281497\/posts\/default\/563004720582214179"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/redlemonade.blogspot.com\/2010\/12\/and-you-will-know-her-by-trail-of.html","title":"And You Will Know Her By The Trail Of Cotton Wool"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Kitty Catastrophe"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/08783550352881766193"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"32","src":"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-y1G0SXlwykI\/U-DwTouCmwI\/AAAAAAAAEN4\/M3NH_VZo0T4\/s1600\/*"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_qVUWkJbYrBM\/TREObmk8wYI\/AAAAAAAABG8\/PS6pxekuVUA\/s72-c\/ChristheSheep.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"10"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970712784003281497.post-3892761098803945716"},"published":{"$t":"2010-11-03T17:03:00.009+00:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-02-27T17:02:42.966+00:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Family"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Fancy Dress"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"fashion"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Parties"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Weird"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Work"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"The Rocky Horror Contraband Whiskey Show"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_qVUWkJbYrBM\/TNGbAl6fQ2I\/AAAAAAAAA-Y\/A0QvyBrxefs\/s1600\/1920s-1.jpg\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_qVUWkJbYrBM\/TNGbAl6fQ2I\/AAAAAAAAA-Y\/A0QvyBrxefs\/s400\/1920s-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535375851494785890\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAll kinds of merriment was had at last Saturday night's Halloween jaunt to The Sugar Club. It's always fun when behaviour like trashing a venue with toast, rice and party poppers and screaming lines like \u003Cspan style=\"font-style: italic;\"\u003E\"Get your tits off the tank, bitch!\"\u003C\/span\u003E are acceptable, if not encouraged. The crowd was awash with excellent homemade costumes in the forms of Chilean miners, blood soaked nurses, Sweeney Todd and fantastic Dia de los Muertos ladies. Not a Playboy bunny to be had, thank fuck.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy own costume entailed a hip flask filled with whiskey safely stowed in my hold-up tights, just to complete the whole Prohibition era dead-girl-about-town look. It also just so happened to empty itself throughout the course of the night. (I'm classy like that.) Free hot chocolate that was kindly handed around by the organisers as we queued outside beforehand found itself magically Irished up, as did several glasses of soda water and lime. Weird. Delicious too.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAlso among the crowd of ne'er-do-wells was one Greg Sestero of \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/redlemonade.blogspot.com\/2010\/05\/hey-roomie.html\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-style: italic;\"\u003EThe Room\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E...er...fame. Relative fame at least. There was a screening of \u003Cspan style=\"font-style: italic;\"\u003EThe Room\u003C\/span\u003E taking place the night after, you see. Billy Flag gave him a shout as he walked up the steps towards the bar and when he looked over at our table and waved, I dutifully squealed and waved both arms in my drunken zombie excitement, because it would appear that I don't do subdued when it comes to \u003Cspan style=\"font-style: italic;\"\u003EThe Room\u003C\/span\u003E.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_qVUWkJbYrBM\/TNGcMbRfQKI\/AAAAAAAAA-g\/dPWoUsinC_8\/s1600\/1920s-2.jpg\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_qVUWkJbYrBM\/TNGcMbRfQKI\/AAAAAAAAA-g\/dPWoUsinC_8\/s400\/1920s-2.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535377154308522146\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size:85%;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-style: italic;\"\u003EThis is me when we got home, drunk and hiding behind the Bear's camera having realised I had no photos from the night for the blog.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAfter the show finished and Midnight Burlectro had kicked off onstage, I met a cousin of mine who had descended upon The Sugar Club, and having figured what was on previously, just knew I'd be found there. The thing is, she was there with people from my work, some of whom I was only introduced to for the first time that night. With crazy blackened eyes and fake blood plastered all over my chin. I make one hell of a first impression.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ciframe src=\"http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/plugins\/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fredlemonade.blogspot.com%2F2010%2F11%2Frocky-horror-contraband-whiskey-show.html\u0026amp;layout=standard\u0026amp;show_faces=true\u0026amp;width=450\u0026amp;action=like\u0026amp;colorscheme=light\u0026amp;height=80\" style=\"border: medium none; overflow: hidden; width: 450px; height: 80px;\" allowtransparency=\"true\" frameborder=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\"\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/redlemonade.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3892761098803945716\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/redlemonade.blogspot.com\/2010\/11\/rocky-horror-contraband-whiskey-show.html#comment-form","title":"4 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/7970712784003281497\/posts\/default\/3892761098803945716"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/7970712784003281497\/posts\/default\/3892761098803945716"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/redlemonade.blogspot.com\/2010\/11\/rocky-horror-contraband-whiskey-show.html","title":"The Rocky Horror Contraband Whiskey Show"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Kitty Catastrophe"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/08783550352881766193"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"32","src":"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-y1G0SXlwykI\/U-DwTouCmwI\/AAAAAAAAEN4\/M3NH_VZo0T4\/s1600\/*"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_qVUWkJbYrBM\/TNGbAl6fQ2I\/AAAAAAAAA-Y\/A0QvyBrxefs\/s72-c\/1920s-1.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"4"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970712784003281497.post-3490348269059838799"},"published":{"$t":"2010-10-29T20:59:00.008+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-02-27T17:02:42.967+00:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Fancy Dress"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"fashion"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Film fashion"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Films"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Parties"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Zombies"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Brains, Darling. Brains."},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"I do so love a bit of Halloween divilment, and this weekend is shaping up rather nicely on that count I have to say. Tomorrow night will find the Bear and I, among others, shouting obscenities and throwing toast around in The Sugar Club for another fun night of Rocky Horror mischief. Seeing as dressing up is both mandatory and fuckloads of fun, I've been putting some thought into this year's costume and have settled on 1920s zombie.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_qVUWkJbYrBM\/TMsq2zAjM6I\/AAAAAAAAA-I\/fAgL_7oNMF0\/s1600\/walked_with_a_zombie.jpg\"\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\"\" border=\"0\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533563688048604066\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_qVUWkJbYrBM\/TMsq2zAjM6I\/AAAAAAAAA-I\/fAgL_7oNMF0\/s400\/walked_with_a_zombie.jpg\" style=\"cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 203px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI'm hoping to channel a sort of undead Clara Bow vibe and have been looking for pictures of vintage hottie Madge Bellamy in \u003Cspan style=\"font-style: italic;\"\u003EWhite Zombie\u003C\/span\u003E, the first ever zombie movie by all accounts, fact fans. Last night when I was going to bed after spending half an hour Googling zombies, the Bear decided to frighten the bejaysus out of me by hiding in the doorway of the bathroom with the light off, the big jerk.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_qVUWkJbYrBM\/TMsvKb5jWFI\/AAAAAAAAA-Q\/T8Le6rOfXbs\/s1600\/whitezombie2.jpg\"\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\"\" border=\"0\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533568423489132626\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_qVUWkJbYrBM\/TMsvKb5jWFI\/AAAAAAAAA-Q\/T8Le6rOfXbs\/s400\/whitezombie2.jpg\" style=\"cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 316px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EUndeterred, I have plans to rip up a black dress from Penneys, pick holes in some fishnets and get some fake blood all up in my grill, as it were. When Sunday rolls around, we've got an adventure in the Dublin Mountains to look forward to, as the Bear managed to win two tickets on Facebook for an excursion to the Hellfire Club from \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/www.hiddendublinwalks.com\/DUBLIN-halloweenspecial.php\"\u003EHidden Dublin Walks\u003C\/a\u003E. Sure what else would you be doing of a Sunday, other than listening to stories about demonic statues, dwarf skeletons and black masses in a haunted ruin up a mountain?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ciframe allowtransparency=\"true\" frameborder=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" src=\"http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/plugins\/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fredlemonade.blogspot.com%2F2010%2F10%2Fbrains-darling-brains.html\u0026amp;layout=standard\u0026amp;show_faces=true\u0026amp;width=450\u0026amp;action=like\u0026amp;colorscheme=light\u0026amp;height=35\" style=\"border: medium none; height: 35px; overflow: hidden; width: 450px;\"\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/redlemonade.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3490348269059838799\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/redlemonade.blogspot.com\/2010\/10\/brains-darling-brains.html#comment-form","title":"4 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/7970712784003281497\/posts\/default\/3490348269059838799"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/7970712784003281497\/posts\/default\/3490348269059838799"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/redlemonade.blogspot.com\/2010\/10\/brains-darling-brains.html","title":"Brains, Darling. Brains."}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Kitty Catastrophe"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/08783550352881766193"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"32","src":"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-y1G0SXlwykI\/U-DwTouCmwI\/AAAAAAAAEN4\/M3NH_VZo0T4\/s1600\/*"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_qVUWkJbYrBM\/TMsq2zAjM6I\/AAAAAAAAA-I\/fAgL_7oNMF0\/s72-c\/walked_with_a_zombie.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"4"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7970712784003281497.post-6030689479108545145"},"published":{"$t":"2010-07-31T17:52:00.022+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-01-04T16:14:53.927+00:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Drinking"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Holiers"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Jessica Fletcher"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Lists of stuff"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Parties"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"The Bear"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Vidjoe"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Dutch Gold"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"Amsterdam. Quite the delightfully crazy bitch of a city. The craic quota was well and truly through the roof for our week of mischief. It was just me and the Bear for the first four days, with the rest of the twenty-seven strong group arriving for the weekend with the excuse of a birthday loosely holding together the idea of a massive session in ye olde Amsterdam.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_qVUWkJbYrBM\/TFRt3xuShCI\/AAAAAAAAA0Q\/pDtc9Xv1Mek\/s1600\/DSC09115.jpg\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_qVUWkJbYrBM\/TFRt3xuShCI\/AAAAAAAAA0Q\/pDtc9Xv1Mek\/s400\/DSC09115.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500141849933939746\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAntics included:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E* Being generally amazed at the gorgeousness of the canals, narrow streets and the demented angles that all the buildings seem to lean at.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E* Trying to decipher what flavour the bright blue ice cream with \"smurf\" in its name was. We never did figure it out.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E* Finding it really quite difficult not to stare at the particularly hot lingerie-clad ladies in the neon-lit windows as we ambled past. And equally difficult not to stare at the rather more robust ladies that take the Sunday morning shift.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E* Giggling our way around the Sex Museum, which really just amounts to a badly organised collection of things with naked people on them. Good for a laugh though, and true to form the man on the ticket desk made sure he got a good look at my boobs on the way in. In fairness to them they had some nice cheeky advertising for their 25th anniversary, when the Bear came across this coin in his change at one point:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_qVUWkJbYrBM\/TFRytvXxx2I\/AAAAAAAAA0Y\/hPpZXQKeACs\/s1600\/DSC09123.jpg\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_qVUWkJbYrBM\/TFRytvXxx2I\/AAAAAAAAA0Y\/hPpZXQKeACs\/s400\/DSC09123.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500147175062095714\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E* Learning a total of five Dutch words. Kangarooballen, slagroom, aardappel, bioscope and winkel. Which mean space hopper, whipped cream, potato, 3D and shop, respectively. Needless to say, I wasn't exactly engaging in any Dutch conversations during my time there.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E* Waking up to find that both the Bear and I had been playing host to a mosquito orgy over the course of the night, as our arms and legs became the new Amsterdam hotspot for them to party down at. The tiny winged bastards.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E* Cycling in a wobbly and momentarily terrified manner (as I've been cycling in or about four times since I was thirteen) to the Anne Frank House. Whilst queuing, the Bear asked me if I had read the book, to which I replied; \"No, but I know the story. Y'know, from the bit with Peter in Family Guy.\" I kid, of course.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject height=\"385\" width=\"480\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/5jgbepxBgZk\u0026amp;hl=en_GB\u0026amp;fs=1?rel=0\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/5jgbepxBgZk\u0026amp;hl=en_GB\u0026amp;fs=1?rel=0\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" height=\"385\" width=\"480\"\u003E\u003C\/embed\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E* Screaming our collective tits off on the mental rollercoasters in Walibi World, a former Six Flags park about an hour outside the city. There's nothing quite like being flung upside down and hurtling through a corkscrew bend before breakfast.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E* Commandeering the couches by the window in the somewhat crack den-like surroundings of Hill Street Blues, as \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/redlemonade.blogspot.com\/2009\/09\/deadliest-jumper-in-world.html\"\u003EDeadly Jumper Boy\u003C\/a\u003E asked me what the story was with my Jessica Fletcher obsession. Seeing as he's as yet unaware of this here blog, this was based solely on my Facebook updates. He doesn't know the HALF of it.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E* Fisheye tomfoolery courtesy of the Lomo camera that Santa was nice enough to give me last Christmas. 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