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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:kindaconfewzed.blog.co.uk,2009-11-07:/</id><title>The Way I See It</title><link rel="self" href="http://kindaconfewzed.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kindaconfewzed.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-07T13:24:07+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:kindaconfewzed.blog.co.uk,2006-10-07:/2006/10/07/son_off_to_university~1196502/</id><title>Son Off to University</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kindaconfewzed.blog.co.uk/2006/10/07/son_off_to_university~1196502/"/><author><name>Fewzed</name></author><published>2006-10-07T12:14:43+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T12:14:43+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Last week end we took our son off to Birmingham University where he starts his masters degree. It didn't seem that long ago when he didn't know what he wanted to do and seemed a bit lost as what direction he wanted to follow.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;His girlfriend came with us and she managed to but a brave face on it all and what a lovely girl she is and she already feels part of our family. We really hopes she visits us while our son is away?
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://kindaconfewzed.blog.co.uk/2006/10/07/son_off_to_university~1196502/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:kindaconfewzed.blog.co.uk,2006-10-07:/2006/10/07/forums~1196483/</id><title>Forums</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kindaconfewzed.blog.co.uk/2006/10/07/forums~1196483/"/><author><name>Fewzed</name></author><published>2006-10-07T12:09:12+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T12:09:12+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Its interesting to try and understand the communication problems with forums and their members. The form of communication where members hide behind names and do not converse in real time communications makes communication very difficult.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Spats take place but the rules of engagement seem to be lost while moderators try and resolve the spats that take place.
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	&lt;p&gt;I travelled there with my wife, son and his girlfriend and we stayed in a hotel in Versaille, which I had visited some 13 years ago but had forgotten most of it.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Ceremony went well and we travelled in to Paris and visited the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, the Left Bank and did the boat trip.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;What a lovely time we had not so much the ceremony itself which was also interesting becuase it was the culmination of so much hard work and at times I never thought I would ever finish it and pass all the exams. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My son and his girlfriend were a pleasure to have along and they made the trip so much more special.
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