<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545978</id><updated>2007-03-24T10:26:56.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Librarian Liberation Front</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.midnightplumbers.com/lib/index.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545978/posts/default'></link><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.midnightplumbers.com/lib/atom.xml'></link><author><name>masterplumber</name></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www2.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545978.post-6721940581087492439</id><published>2007-02-28T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T07:02:55.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burger King Maker.</title><summary type='text'>Where do I begin with this one. Prince Charles has gone for McDonalds in his latest tirade. A case, I fear, of the unspeakable in pursuit of the uneatable, if I may borrow a phrase from Oscar Wilde (class mark 822.8).

Now, don't get me wrong, you'll never catch any member of the LLF passing through the Golden Arches in preference to the nearest organic lentil cafe. They are the very epitome of </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.midnightplumbers.com/lib/2007/02/burger-king-maker.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545978/posts/default/6721940581087492439'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545978/posts/default/6721940581087492439'></link><author><name>Colin</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545978.post-3495232325893473107</id><published>2007-02-21T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T09:03:40.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On your bike, Blair.</title><summary type='text'>Cautious and I sleep easy in our beds, separate beds (not that it matters), knowing that our daily efforts make the world a better place to live. Sadly those around us seem determined to trash the place.

Our esteemed Prime Minister decides upon the perfectly reasonable step of charging people for taking their gas-guzzling, squirrel-squashing, asthma-triggering, planet-warming, penis-extending, </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.midnightplumbers.com/lib/2007/02/cautious-and-i-sleep-easy-in-our-beds.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545978/posts/default/3495232325893473107'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545978/posts/default/3495232325893473107'></link><author><name>Colin</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545978.post-110554444852765417</id><published>2005-01-12T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T06:12:17.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop the shopping.</title><summary type='text'>It’s just sooooo predictable. It’s as sure as the late return of Harry Potter books and the illustrated pages of Alex Comfort’s magnum opus being ripped out. If there is one thing we can all rely on for early January, it’s bad weather, rubbish songs on the hit parade and high street chains moaning about how awful their Christmas has been.
With cash dribbling from their pockets, we have a </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.midnightplumbers.com/lib/2005/01/drop-shopping.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545978/posts/default/110554444852765417'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545978/posts/default/110554444852765417'></link><author><name>Colin</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545978.post-109274573049153295</id><published>2004-08-17T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T05:28:50.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics not ideal.</title><summary type='text'>You’d think they’d get the message, but it seems that no matter how few people turn up to the festival of contrived sports that is the modern Olympic Games, they still persist in holding them.

The games have cost billions of Euro to stage and as I watched the beach volleyball last night I could not help but be disgusted at the rows and rows of empty seats on view. Have you any idea, brothers </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.midnightplumbers.com/lib/2004/08/olympics-not-ideal.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545978/posts/default/109274573049153295'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545978/posts/default/109274573049153295'></link><author><name>Colin</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545978.post-108689007396994850</id><published>2004-06-10T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T10:54:33.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Jeremy Clarkson!</title><summary type='text'>It's just not fair, that poor man.
I speak, of course, of Jeremy Clarkson. We live in an age where intolerance will simply not be tolerated and yet poor Jeremy still feels unable to declare his true sexuality. Well, the LLF is here to help. He must be liberated from the petrol-driven shackles that bind him and come out of the closet. Jeremy, it's OK to have the Communards on your stereo.
Such a</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.midnightplumbers.com/lib/2004/06/free-jeremy-clarkson.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545978/posts/default/108689007396994850'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545978/posts/default/108689007396994850'></link><author><name>Colin</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545978.post-10788764091820620</id><published>2004-03-09T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T05:54:49.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tesco the Oppressor</title><summary type='text'>Brothers and sisters, a great wrong has been done. I discovered today that my local “Big Issue” seller has been repeatedly moved on from his preferred patch outside Tesco by the management of the store. 
I’m sure you’ll agree that this sort of harassment in unacceptable. The man is responsible for selling the only reasonably priced periodical left in the country and he is shamelessly abused by </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.midnightplumbers.com/lib/2004/03/tesco-oppressor.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545978/posts/default/10788764091820620'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545978/posts/default/10788764091820620'></link><author><name>Colin</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545978.post-107874141550317125</id><published>2004-03-08T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T02:26:40.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nescafe No More!</title><summary type='text'>Fair trade fortnight is finally here! It’s taken seven years to get off the ground but we’ll finally be able to sink the boot into Nescafe. Gold Blend? That couple would be the first against the wall if I had my way. Evil promoters of third world poverty and they obviously get sex quite often. My trigger finger’s itchy already. Or maybe it’s RSI from the bookstamping.

 FFF has the full support</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.midnightplumbers.com/lib/2004/03/nescafe-no-more.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545978/posts/default/107874141550317125'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545978/posts/default/107874141550317125'></link><author><name>Colin</name></author></entry></feed>