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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:zarker.blog.co.uk,2009-11-12:/</id><title>zarks blog</title><link rel="self" href="http://zarker.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://zarker.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-12T06:27:42+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:zarker.blog.co.uk,2008-08-24:/2008/08/24/shopping-4630135/</id><title>Shopping</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://zarker.blog.co.uk/2008/08/24/shopping-4630135/"/><author><name>zarker</name></author><published>2008-08-24T13:22:47+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:22:47+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;How do they do it? I dont know.&lt;br&gt;
I continually find myself alone within a supermarket. I swear i had a wife with me when i entered but within seconds she had disappeared into the horrific world of consumerism.&lt;br&gt;
Walking up and down the aisles, she was no-where to be seen. I actually ended up attempting to 'trick' her into appearing by randomly increasing my walking speed so that if wifey was mirroring my every step and hiding between rows when i passed i could catch her out. -- yes, shopping makes me crazy.&lt;/p&gt;
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