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  <subtitle>I geek, therefore I am</subtitle>
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    <title>In which I, for once, am the manly one...</title>
    <published>2006-11-25T20:24:44Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I succeeded in my primary objective of getting the tools needed to install the radiator tomorrow (including one I hadn't thought off until I got to the hardware store - something which can detect the wooden studs in an internal wall). Alas, I failed in my second objective - to see &lt;i&gt;Pan's Labyrinth&lt;/i&gt; - although, to be fair, I wasn't really in the mood for a subtitled movie. Even worse, while stowing away my purchases after l leaving the ironmongers', I may have been heard to utter the words "You can never have too many tools!". Rapidly followed by a look of horror and disbelief, and a mutter "Somebody, please, shoot me now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I encountered a somewhat random parade going up Cornmarket - Chinese dragons, a pantomime camel (dressed in pink), a large selection of paper lanterns, some baton twirlers (just, without the twirling), and a smartly-uniformed marching band - fine, upstanding men and all that. The music they were playing did seem familiar, and it was only as they launched into the chorus that the incongruous choice clicked - &lt;i&gt;It's Raining Men&lt;/i&gt;. Hallelujah! At this point, I promptly and completely cracked up (yes, I got some strange looks - why do you ask?) I did, somehow, manage to recover in time to procure some video evidence which, alas, I'm too lazy to post...</content>
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