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<rss version="2.0"><channel><description></description><title>GOSS</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @goss)</generator><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Mallard 1/2 Pint Mug
I would drink wheat beers from this mug.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://5.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kq4y9mexTQ1qzqsafo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emmabridgewater.co.uk/ProductDetails.aspx?pid=GBMA002&amp;cid=PATBIR&amp;language=en-GB"&gt;Mallard 1/2 Pint Mug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I would drink wheat beers from this mug.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/190482278</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/190482278</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 17:56:09 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>foreign country, wallet stolen, three more weeks here
insurance company useless, one card left,...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;foreign country, wallet stolen, three more weeks here&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;insurance company useless, one card left, limited funds available&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;royal mail strike the week my new cards are due to arrive - the week i have visitors from london who could have brought them over&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;homesick/left alone&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;miss the cat, miss real cups of tea, miss phonecalls inviting me out, miss the internet at home, miss skimmed milk, miss my dad, miss english conversations&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;feel like i will run out of money and fail&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;hometime please.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/162121134</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/162121134</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 12:18:23 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>SMD album cover (via katemoross)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://21.media.tumblr.com/wNWWtjnc4pmsuqbkimzrODKGo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;SMD album cover (via &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/katemo"&gt;katemoross&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/137367230</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/137367230</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 19:31:16 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>h8</title><description>&lt;p&gt;new music&lt;br/&gt;dubstep&lt;br/&gt;other people&lt;br/&gt;rain&lt;br/&gt;cancelled plans&lt;br/&gt;not being clever enough&lt;br/&gt;not trying hard enough&lt;br/&gt;being a bit emo&lt;br/&gt;accusations&lt;br/&gt;lack of teleport machine&lt;br/&gt;email&lt;br/&gt;flathunting&lt;br/&gt;politics&lt;br/&gt;boredom&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/137321504</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/137321504</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 18:03:21 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Let's look again.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Just eight days until shit gets real.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Feel the need for new shirts, clean trainers, summer cardigans, lose weight, drink less, fitter happier more productive. Consumer and cultural materialism.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I haven’t sat down in an exam hall for three years. It will be fine, I’m sure.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;19th June. English exam.&lt;br/&gt;22nd June. German exam.&lt;br/&gt;24th-29th June. Glastonbury.&lt;br/&gt;2nd/3rd July. Blur?, London.&lt;br/&gt;11th July. Loop Festival, Brighton.&lt;br/&gt;12th July. The Field, London.&lt;br/&gt;17th-19th July. Latitude Festival, Suffolk.&lt;br/&gt;21st July-1 September. Berlin, Germany.&lt;br/&gt;11th-13th September. Bestival. &lt;b&gt;The last of the summer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/123070391</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/123070391</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 17:47:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Then all of a sudden I’m in Paris.When I get back it will be five days until I go to New...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Then all of a sudden I’m in Paris.&lt;br/&gt;When I get back it will be five days until I go to New York.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The sun is out and March seems a lot brighter than it did.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/86670924</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/86670924</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 11:41:46 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>summer dates.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It is March. I am thinking ahead.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;14th-16th May. The Great Escape.&lt;br/&gt;19th June. English exam.&lt;br/&gt;22nd June. German exam.&lt;br/&gt;24th-29th June. Glastonbury. &lt;b&gt;NB&lt;/b&gt; sort ticket/guestlist/entry.&lt;br/&gt;11th-12th July. Loop Festival, Brighton.&lt;br/&gt;17th-19th July. Latitude Festival, Suffolk.&lt;br/&gt;20th July-26th August. A month or so in Berlin, perhaps.&lt;br/&gt;1st August. Field Day. &lt;b&gt;Will it make me sad not to go to Field Day if they have a good line up? I could always fly back for the day.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/b&gt;28th-30th August. Reading. I should probably go to Reading, even if it’s just to be seen getting drunk in hospitality.&lt;br/&gt;11th-13th September. Bestival. &lt;b&gt;The last of the summer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This could all look a lot worse than it does.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/83263049</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/83263049</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 17:26:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"All sounds like fun. Have you been taking pictures? Can you come home now? xxxx"</title><description>“All sounds like fun. Have you been taking pictures? Can you come home now? xxxx”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;an email to my mum, dated just now.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/81202898</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/81202898</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 17:49:57 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>nanny state blahblahblah
but why can’t we just ban cigarettes. just.so.nasty.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;nanny state blahblahblah&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but why can’t we just ban cigarettes. just.so.nasty.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/76854557</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/76854557</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Feb 2009 06:09:05 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>penycate:
The Sky Larkin album. yum x
pffffffffffffffft</title><description>&lt;img src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/SN7DdSRuWjlmxg3s5ekk7JU6o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://penycate.tumblr.com/post/75995574/the-sky-larkin-album-yum-x"&gt;penycate&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;The Sky Larkin album. yum x&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;pffffffffffffffft&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/76068890</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/76068890</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2009 00:52:59 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>school's cancelled</title><description>&lt;p&gt;+stuck at home in lovely warm London house with cat&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-not seeing the girl one fancies in Brighton&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;+good wine, thanks pa&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-why did we open the worst wine, and where the hell is the brandy?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;+Johnny Cash&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Handel’s Messiah. I try, but I can’t get along with Baroque music. Haydn plz&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;+sledge&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-going over a ridge on the sledge and hitting one’s face on the snow&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;+&lt;i&gt;The Oxford Companion To English Literature&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;The New Oxford Book of English Verse&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;My Love Affair With The State of Maine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Mansfield Park&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;I’d rather be here than not.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/75151633</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/75151633</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2009 18:14:05 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>This evening was spent in Stepney with italo disco, Roxy Music and Weather Report; serrano ham,...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;This evening was spent in Stepney with italo disco, Roxy Music and Weather Report; serrano ham, olives and pitta bread; white wine and cups of tea; borrowing Shakespeare’s sonnets and reading Vice’s Do’s and Don’ts; twitter and girls.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Wonderful. Comfort and laughter x&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The usual anxiety on making it in time for the train back to Brighton. Some nights, I think, it’s just money. It doesn’t really matter.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/73881343</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/73881343</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 18:08:29 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>tomorrow i am going to say sod the bank balance - there’s...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/wNWWtjnc4j337qvs3q5b8T7ao1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;tomorrow i am going to say sod the bank balance - there’s invoices to write next week anyway, aren’t there? healthy. - and go and spend too much money on secondhand records and a shoulder of lamb. i want to listen to sad songs.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;results of my ryan adams amazon binge have begun to arrive in the post.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/72686258</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/72686258</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 19:27:42 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>so hard not to be wistful. -my life was 100 times better when we were in love.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;so hard not to be wistful. -my life was 100 times better when we were in love.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/72683727</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/72683727</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 19:10:15 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"if you flatten the geography all you can join up is lines"</title><description>“if you flatten the geography all you can join up is lines”</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/72365583</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/72365583</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 12:50:29 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of..."</title><description>“Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;T.S. Eliot&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/70570526</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/70570526</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 21:30:18 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>simple things i'd like in life.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i would be happy with friends to cook for; a girl to fall asleep next to and make tea for in the mornings; a record player.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;1/3 in this town. one of three.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;-one presumes this is what happens when one does not put the work in.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/70560919</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/70560919</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 20:37:32 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>the beautiful girl in the library today - top 10 in the world ever? possibly - was the best thing to...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;the beautiful girl in the library today - top 10 in the world ever? possibly - was the best thing to happen to me since saturday.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i don’t see beautiful girls very often.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;i wonder what the next good thing to happen will be.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/70314465</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/70314465</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 20:12:43 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>“do you know what I love the most?”

-this is exit...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://22.media.tumblr.com/wNWWtjnc4indht1rYfZdP0bjo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“do you know what I love the most?”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;-this is exit 2. I normally leave by the exit on the other side of the station, exit 7, the ramp going up to these dark blue reflective buildings and leading to grey grey buildings and the “last pub before the tube!”, the Indian restaurant that no one is ever in, the newsagent which never orders enough copies of the Evening Standard because it’s always sold out by about 5pm. When you leave through exit 2 you go past the fire station and there’s no pavement, just driveway, for about twenty metres.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This is what I miss when I leave. The chicken shops and the Vietnamese restaurants and the Strongroom Bar and the off licence on Curtain Road and the Rivington Grill and Foxtons on the corner and the newspapers all over the pavements. The junction between Old Street itself and Great Eastern Street, three lanes splitting into two, cars careering up towards the roundabout from the A10 going far too fast.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A10. A11. A406. A312. A1000.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;it’s not cool, this homesickness. When it reduces one to thinking about road numbers, it is merely sad. It saddens me so.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/70076915</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/70076915</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 19:31:09 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>the bookshop at Old Street station</title><description>&lt;img src="http://1.media.tumblr.com/wNWWtjnc4ind66v69xPh1kI3o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;the bookshop at Old Street station&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/70075785</link><guid>http://goss.tumblr.com/post/70075785</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 19:22:07 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
