<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920</id><updated>2011-07-04T21:34:07.415Z</updated><title type='text'>Coxy's words of wisdom.</title><subtitle type='html'>Having just graduated from my degree and being President at Cardiff University Students Union, I thought I would restart my blog and share some more of my wisdom!

Enjoy!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920.post-3832225500583025581</id><published>2007-08-19T20:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:15:50.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Work Work Work</title><content type='html'>Having just realised I only have two more days in the office between now and the beginning of September, I'm bricking it....literally.&lt;br /&gt;Got a fair amount of planning that needs to be done. Ah well, I can carry on with some of this at conference next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27997920-3832225500583025581?l=coxyswisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/3832225500583025581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27997920&amp;postID=3832225500583025581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/3832225500583025581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/3832225500583025581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/2007/08/work-work-work.html' title='Work Work Work'/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920.post-114885527337140519</id><published>2006-05-28T22:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:27:53.380Z</updated><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>my teeth hurt, i'm not too sure what is woring with them, i brush them everyday, most days twice, but yet they hurt, oh dear what a dilemma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27997920-114885527337140519?l=coxyswisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/114885527337140519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27997920&amp;postID=114885527337140519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114885527337140519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114885527337140519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/2006/05/ouch.html' title='ouch'/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920.post-114885502862883179</id><published>2006-05-28T22:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:23:48.640Z</updated><title type='text'>Back to the grinder</title><content type='html'>Why did I ever decide to do this shitty course. I've got 6 three hour exams, i don't know of anyone with a worse timetable than that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, cry me a river and all that, i've done 4, that means only 2 left, thats like one third, brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;My last exam was last wednesday, my next is this wednesday, that left me with time off to do a bit of much needed partying, the only problem i'm having now is settling back into doing revision.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard for me, everyone always tells me i'm clever and that, why can't things just be that bit easier.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll build a bridge and live under it - like a troll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27997920-114885502862883179?l=coxyswisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/114885502862883179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27997920&amp;postID=114885502862883179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114885502862883179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114885502862883179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-to-grinder.html' title='Back to the grinder'/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920.post-114869198218997853</id><published>2006-05-27T01:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-05-27T01:06:22.190Z</updated><title type='text'>A first for everything</title><content type='html'>right guys, just got back from the pub and ui thought that I wouold leave the first drunken post on my much anticipated blog.&lt;br /&gt;here u get to delve into the deeper inner thoughts of a drunk jon, and i apologise for any spelling mistaked that may occure!&lt;br /&gt;not that much is on ,my mind to be fair, have had a really nice nite with jel, one of my good frineds from back home, and i am totally content with everything that is happening at the mo. i love u all, thanks for reading&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27997920-114869198218997853?l=coxyswisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/114869198218997853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27997920&amp;postID=114869198218997853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114869198218997853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114869198218997853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-for-everything.html' title='A first for everything'/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920.post-114869185140266556</id><published>2006-05-27T01:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-27T01:04:11.410Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27997920-114869185140266556?l=coxyswisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/114869185140266556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27997920&amp;postID=114869185140266556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114869185140266556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114869185140266556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920.post-114832241539336621</id><published>2006-05-22T18:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-22T18:26:55.393Z</updated><title type='text'>Routine</title><content type='html'>I got the following thought from my brother Simon's blog (&lt;a href="http://seekinganathema.blogspot.com"&gt;http://seekinganathema.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;). He was bitching on about his weekly routine, and that everyone easily slips into a routine, forgetting what they really want and rather than pursuing dreams, just following a routine.&lt;br /&gt;This is something that scares me, I get pissed off by the routine of 15 hours of lectures at university, what am I going to do when I get to a work environment.&lt;br /&gt;I have dreams and aspirations and my deepest fear is that I will forget these dreams and fall into routine too easily just because its the 'done' thing.&lt;br /&gt;If your reading this and your not happy where you are, do something about it. Its pointless sitting at your desk everyday and bitching about your job if your not going to be proactive in changing your situation.&lt;br /&gt;No-one can take your dreams away from you - never let them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27997920-114832241539336621?l=coxyswisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/114832241539336621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27997920&amp;postID=114832241539336621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114832241539336621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114832241539336621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/2006/05/routine.html' title='Routine'/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920.post-114832213423272991</id><published>2006-05-22T18:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-22T18:22:14.233Z</updated><title type='text'>The brothers three</title><content type='html'>As most of you probably know I am the youngest of three brothers. Nick (&lt;a href="http://learningtowalk.blogs.com"&gt;http://learningtowalk.blogs.com&lt;/a&gt;) has had his blog established for a while, and Simon has just gone against his luddite beliefs and set up a blog of his own. This can be seen at &lt;a href="http://seekinganathema.blogspot.com"&gt;http://seekinganathema.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; I recommend this as a good read, he has a brilliantly sharp sense of humour and a very satirical view on modern society. Give it a click - it's definately worth doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can now keep up with the brothers three through our mentally awesome blogs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27997920-114832213423272991?l=coxyswisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/114832213423272991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27997920&amp;postID=114832213423272991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114832213423272991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114832213423272991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/2006/05/brothers-three.html' title='The brothers three'/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920.post-114832195294605421</id><published>2006-05-22T18:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-22T18:19:12.953Z</updated><title type='text'>The weekend just gone</title><content type='html'>Isn't it weird how you look forward to something for a long time, and when it comes its gone before you know it!&lt;br /&gt;The weekend just gone my bir bro Nick (&lt;a href="http://learningtowalk.blogs.com"&gt;http://learningtowalk.blogs.com&lt;/a&gt;) came to visit me as he was playing for Christians in sport. I had been looking forward to it for a while because we had never really socialised off home territory, and the pressures of home life often mean that we piss each other off.&lt;br /&gt;When he came down at the weekend though, I had a great time. I think he'd be the first to admit that he's not had the easiest of times since Christmas, but now he seemed so much better. There was a smile back on his face, and that glint of mischief in his eye that was long forgotten about.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to see he's back to his old way and I hope it can last!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27997920-114832195294605421?l=coxyswisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/114832195294605421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27997920&amp;postID=114832195294605421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114832195294605421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114832195294605421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/2006/05/weekend-just-gone.html' title='The weekend just gone'/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920.post-114799294735594606</id><published>2006-05-18T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:55:47.356Z</updated><title type='text'>2 and a half years???</title><content type='html'>Today is officially the day that me and my beautiful girlfriend Catriona have been together. I love her so much and just wanted to let you all know that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna call it an anniversary, cause it isn't cause its 2 and a &lt;strong&gt;HALF &lt;/strong&gt;years.&lt;br /&gt;Over that time we've shared so many precious moments, too many to list, and I hope that we have many more ahead of us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27997920-114799294735594606?l=coxyswisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/114799294735594606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27997920&amp;postID=114799294735594606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114799294735594606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114799294735594606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/2006/05/2-and-half-years.html' title='2 and a half years???'/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920.post-114799275833213355</id><published>2006-05-18T22:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:52:38.343Z</updated><title type='text'>I know it's long, but please read - it explains a lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beer Scooter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you woken up in the morning after a hard night drinking and thought 'How on earth did I get home?' And as hard as you try, you cannot piece together your return journey from the pub to your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The answer to this puzzle is that you used a Beer Scooter!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The Beer Scooter is a mythical form of transport, owned and leased to the drunk by Bacchus the Roman god of wine. Bacchus has acquired a large batch of these magical devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beer Scooter works in the following fashion:-&lt;br /&gt;The passenger reaches a certain level of drunkenness and the "slurring gland" begins to give off a pheromone. Bacchus, or one of his many sub-contractors, detects this pheromone and sends down a winged Beer Scooter. The scooter scoops up the passenger and deposits them in their bedroom via a Trans-Dimensional Portal. This is not cheap to run, so a large portion of the passenger's in-pocket cash is taken as payment. Which answers your second question after a night out 'How did I spend so much money?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Beer Scooters have a poor safety record and are thought to be responsible for over 90% of all UDI Unidentified Drinking Injuries). An undocumented feature of the beer scooter is the destruction of time segments during the trip. The nature of Trans-dimensional Portals dictates that time will be lost, seemingly unaccounted for. Which answers your third question after a night out 'What the hell happened?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With good intentions, Bacchus opted for the REMIT (Removal of Embarrassing Moments In Time) add on, that automatically removes, in descending order,those parts in time regretted most. Unfortunately one person's REMIT is not necessarily the REMIT of another and quite often lost time is regained in discussions with other users over a period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independent studies have also shown that Beer Goggles often cause the scooter's navigation system to malfunction thus sending the passenger to the wrong bedroom, often with horrific consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With recent models including a GPS, Bacchus made an investment in a scooter drive-thru chain specialising in half eaten kebabs and pizza crusts. Another question answered ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the family man, Beer Scooters come equipped with flowers picked from other people's garden and Thump-A-Lot boots (Patent Pending). These boots are designed in such a way that no matter how quietly you tip-toe up the stairs, you are sure to wake up your other half.Special anti-gravity springs ensure that you bump into every wall in the house and the CTSGS (Coffee Table Seeking Guidance System) explains the bruised shins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final add-on Bacchus saw fit to invest in for some scooters is the TAS(Tobacco Absorption System). This explains how one person can apparently get through 260 Marlboro Lights in a single night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Don't forget the on-board heater, which allows you to comfortably get home from the pub in sub-zero temperatures, wearing just a T-shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27997920-114799275833213355?l=coxyswisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/114799275833213355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27997920&amp;postID=114799275833213355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114799275833213355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114799275833213355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-know-its-long-but-please-read-it.html' title='I know it&apos;s long, but please read - it explains a lot'/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920.post-114796310540511382</id><published>2006-05-18T14:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:38:25.406Z</updated><title type='text'>loose end</title><content type='html'>Had my first exam yesterday as many of you know. Went really well and I chilled out last night had a few beers and watched the football. My next exam is on saturday, but again i find myself at a loose end.&lt;br /&gt;I feel I've treied everything, the library, my bedroom, the living room, a friends house - but I just can't find an environment where I actually feel as if I want to get work done. This is worrying, Saturday is going to be one of the hardest exams, but still that is (apparently) no motivation for me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, any advice anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27997920-114796310540511382?l=coxyswisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/114796310540511382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27997920&amp;postID=114796310540511382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114796310540511382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114796310540511382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/2006/05/loose-end.html' title='loose end'/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920.post-114781110666644144</id><published>2006-05-16T20:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:25:06.666Z</updated><title type='text'>first exam</title><content type='html'>alright, I'm lying in bed with the old wireless keyboard tapping this out and writing random comments on the blogs of my brothers friends. Anyone would have thought i had not a care in the world as I occasionally flicked over to the BBC website to see what's in the news, i swear, that website is layered, everytime u go back there is something new. But no, I do have a worry in the world it is the first exam of my proffessional university career tomorrow, this is no first year exam, this one actually counts towards my degree.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of looking over my notes i'm sat here admiring my new do in the mirror - what is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i need some fricking motivation otherwise this could all go to pot!&lt;br /&gt;NOOOO now i'm gonna be ages trying to find where the phrase 'gone to pot' came from, damn my mind and its crazy pathways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27997920-114781110666644144?l=coxyswisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/114781110666644144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27997920&amp;postID=114781110666644144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114781110666644144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114781110666644144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-exam.html' title='first exam'/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920.post-114781080796609720</id><published>2006-05-16T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:20:07.973Z</updated><title type='text'>shaved what?</title><content type='html'>I shaved my head last nite, so far I've been compared to matt lucas on more than one occasion, and that ugly woman from wife swap last nite.&lt;br /&gt;I say yah boo sucks to all those people and throw this one in the mix.&lt;br /&gt;I look like that guy from prison break, only less tattoos and SEXIER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27997920-114781080796609720?l=coxyswisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/114781080796609720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27997920&amp;postID=114781080796609720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114781080796609720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114781080796609720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/2006/05/shaved-what.html' title='shaved what?'/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920.post-114764578710865863</id><published>2006-05-14T22:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-14T22:29:47.116Z</updated><title type='text'>twenty something</title><content type='html'>Here I am again to share some wisdom with you guys and let you have a peek inside my head and witness the strange goings on!&lt;br /&gt;I was today sitting at my compter, &lt;strong&gt;trying&lt;/strong&gt; to revise, playing some poker, watching some lost, doing anything but revision pretty much. The thought popped into my head that i am officially a 'twenty something' - how cool is that. I bet that makes mum and dad feel old, their 'baby' is a twenty something.&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking 'what is there left?' Everyone talked about being 21 and how that's the point where you grow up, almost as if after your 21st birthday you wake up (with a mental minging hangover) and you're an old man, responsible, mature, receding hairline and a few more hairs on your chest. I don't want that to be the case, I'm still young, I don't want to be responsible or mature, but in reality I have to be. I suppose in the eyes of the law I've been responsible for myself since i was 18, no longer can the headmaster call my parents in for a meeting over writing an e-mail concerning an 'erection inspection' from someone elses account. Do that in the environment i'm in now and consequences could be life altering.&lt;br /&gt;There's (hopefully) plenty of my life left, plenty of laughs to have. I've got to get married, have the children that I so want and watch them grow old. Being a twenty something is cool - I'm in the real world now and responsible for everything i do (except finances - thanks mum).&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on life - here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"With my underwear in my hand and an indomitable will in my heart, I head out into the world. I too want to become 'something'." - Adolf Hitler &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before he went crazy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27997920-114764578710865863?l=coxyswisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/114764578710865863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27997920&amp;postID=114764578710865863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114764578710865863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114764578710865863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/2006/05/twenty-something.html' title='twenty something'/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920.post-114755859291046852</id><published>2006-05-13T22:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:16:32.920Z</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's a professional......?</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about this for the past few days now, I'm supposed to be revising for the exams that contribute to 40% of my final degree, but why do that when you have the cognitive ability and wisdom that I possess.&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I slacked off a pound a pint night at my local pub for a good bit of wife swap, what a student i am.....! I live with 4 lovely girls, b ut only ever see three of them, and during the show we were sat there shouting at the screen....we had all become clinical/family psychologists. Comments such as 'she doesn't pay enough attention to her son' or 'it's not a problem with him, she has some inner problems herself' were thrown in the mix. We had all become psychologists.&lt;br /&gt;Next up was American Idol (oh yes, I live in the house of fun), oh my word, we were on form, we were professional voice coaches, giving advice and bitching about bad performances. The same happens in so many different programs (Nanny 911 is a particular favourite), we all sit there thinking that we are the trained knowledgeable professionals that we obviously are not.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's what these programs do though, they make us feel liberated, make individuals feel better about themselves purely because they are able to take a role in 'How little jimmy should be going to bed half an hour earlier, and because he's not he'll grow up into a f**kwit.'&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27997920-114755859291046852?l=coxyswisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/114755859291046852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27997920&amp;postID=114755859291046852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114755859291046852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114755859291046852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/2006/05/everyones-professional.html' title='Everyone&apos;s a professional......?'/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920.post-114750948673059358</id><published>2006-05-13T08:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-13T08:38:06.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/1600/DSC00120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so all you inquisitive people can see me here is a photo, wasn't sure how else to do this so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may recognise that background, yes, that's bully's category from bullseye!&lt;br /&gt;I was a contestant throwing the darts with one of my housemates answering the questions, how cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;If you're not too sure what bullseye is, check out wikipedia, its got a brilliant description of it that I purely can't be arsed to write!&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27997920-114750948673059358?l=coxyswisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/114750948673059358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27997920&amp;postID=114750948673059358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114750948673059358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114750948673059358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/2006/05/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920.post-114745790640414994</id><published>2006-05-12T18:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-12T18:18:26.406Z</updated><title type='text'>Why can't i work</title><content type='html'>Work has &lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;been my strong point, I have always struggled with keeping my mind focussed on one particular thing for longer than that of a rather intellectual goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure why this is, maybe it's too much caffeine, not enough exercise, too much greasy food, too much television, too many computer games......whatever it is i'm sure i've had too much of it! (except exercise of course)&lt;br /&gt;I've never been much of a positive thinker, it's something I struggle with, it always seems so much easier to look at negatives. Whilst on the phone to mum on the way home complaining about how 'I can't do this, I can't do that', mum pointed out something ver profound to me - 'I've not heard you say a positive thing about you and your work so far.' - I think she was onto something there.&lt;br /&gt;Lets be honest, I have done a lot of revision (for me), but all I see is the massive mountain ahead of me, not the half mountain that I've already conquered. She reminded me that it is important to remember the positives, PMA and all that jazz. From now on I'm going to do my best to try and be positive about what I've already done, and even more positive that I can carry on and not let the dreaded exams beat me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27997920-114745790640414994?l=coxyswisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/114745790640414994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27997920&amp;postID=114745790640414994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114745790640414994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114745790640414994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-cant-i-work.html' title='Why can&apos;t i work'/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920.post-114745744033220168</id><published>2006-05-12T18:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-12T19:32:14.496Z</updated><title type='text'>Religion....not Revision</title><content type='html'>My older brother Nick has his own block at &lt;a href="http://learningtowalk.blogs.com"&gt;http://learningtowalk.blogs.com&lt;/a&gt; where he likes to put down his everyday thoughts and puts his own religious spin on things. I really enjoy reading what he writes, and for someone who has been out of full time education for such a long time he writes damn well.&lt;br /&gt;Whilst reading his blogs on a variety of different topics (check it out - defo worth a read) I often reflect on his religious beliefs and the difference between him and myself.&lt;br /&gt;I think ultimately we are extremely similar, we look alike (i'm better looking), have (mostly) the same principles and live our lives as well as we can. One thing is majorly different and that is our view on life. He is an optimist and, although he might struggle sometimes, he always manages to see the positive side of things no matter how crappy they may be. This is a massive change from myself who is the synical pessimist of the century.&lt;br /&gt;I was always brought up with religion rammed down my throat, this combined with modern society and the people I socialise with has really put me off religion, I don't especially fancy living my life according to what I see as an (extremely) ellaborate story, which is what I essentially see religion as. This is in &lt;strong&gt;NO &lt;/strong&gt;way meant to offend anyone, but is purely my view. But I can't help but realise, and be jealousof, the happy, social and altogether close community that my brother seems to be a member of, no pressure, no need to impress your peers......this is purely down to his beliefs and others that share that same factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought for a long time about religion, I have tried my hardest to make myself believe, but it was upon being told 'If you have to force yourself, it is not a true belief.' This rang true and I have (for now) given up, who knows what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;I think ultimately, I like the idea of believing, it answers unanswered questions and generally makes things a lot easier, the community religion provides is also outstanding and that is something that no-one can ever take away, the support given and the friendships made is truly amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27997920-114745744033220168?l=coxyswisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/114745744033220168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27997920&amp;postID=114745744033220168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114745744033220168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114745744033220168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/2006/05/religionnot-revision.html' title='Religion....not Revision'/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27997920.post-114745629487774563</id><published>2006-05-12T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-12T17:51:34.886Z</updated><title type='text'>the world of the blog</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to do something like this for a long time. I has been a while now that we have been hearing about the phenomenon that is 'blogging'. I never really had time to do it before, but now I've actually got something to do, i thought I'd take the time out to actually set one up. I hope you enjoy reading my words of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Leave any comments, good or bad, all reactions would be appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27997920-114745629487774563?l=coxyswisdom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/feeds/114745629487774563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27997920&amp;postID=114745629487774563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114745629487774563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27997920/posts/default/114745629487774563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coxyswisdom.blogspot.com/2006/05/world-of-blog.html' title='the world of the blog'/><author><name>Coxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16286264638232680457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5220/2958/400/DSC00120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
