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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>zarks blog</title><link>http://zarker.blog.co.uk/</link><atom:link xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://zarker.blog.co.uk/feed/rss2/posts/"/><description></description><language>en-EU</language><generator>MokoFeed</generator><ttl>10</ttl><image><title>zarks blog</title><link>http://zarker.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/42/00a26468df695c5c131a1ffda7486d_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>Shopping</title><link>http://zarker.blog.co.uk/2008/08/24/shopping-4630135/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:zarker.blog.co.uk,2008-08-24:/2008/08/24/shopping-4630135/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 13:22:47 +0200</pubDate><description>	&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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