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TWWSI, Hackney Road, E2:

'It's always good to have a bit of urban squalor once in a while to bring you down to earth and this week we have a great example. Forming the boundary of Hackney and Tower Hamlets – the Hackney Road is a road which seems to have escaped any form of gentrification or 'trendyism' that has hit the east-end of London.

A long road, it is </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/3596161147310464590?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3596161147310464590" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/413981868/east-is-east-tuesday-7-october-2008.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/east-is-east-tuesday-7-october-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcAQH88eCp7ImA9WxRQE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-4226320397258232736</id><published>2008-10-06T15:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:14:01.170Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-06T15:14:01.170Z</app:edited><title /><summary>Past, Present &amp; PalfreyMonday 6 October, 2008
It's another one of those onionbagblog Before and After SW8 shots. You'd be forgiven for thinking that I stalk the streets of South London looking for burnt out buildings and pondering, 'mmm, I bet that becomes an overpriced property by this time next year. Best to take a photo of it...'

Six months is all it took for this Sunny Stockwell barn to </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/4226320397258232736?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4226320397258232736" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/412877709/past-present-palfrey-monday6-october.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/past-present-palfrey-monday6-october.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIFQ3w9fip7ImA9WxRQEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-1663082061473612037</id><published>2008-10-04T16:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:51:52.266Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-04T20:51:52.266Z</app:edited><title /><summary>Changing GearSaturday 4 October, 2008
The last Saturday of the track season, big bike sale, £45 all in.

Bargain.

Chapeau!



technorati: velodrome
postCount('vsale');</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/1663082061473612037?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1663082061473612037" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/411232037/changing-gear-saturday-4-october-2008.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/changing-gear-saturday-4-october-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UBSXo5eCp7ImA9WxRQEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-6504861467539539221</id><published>2008-10-03T18:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:40:58.420Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-03T18:40:58.420Z</app:edited><title /><summary>F-ing Joe Kinnear-ing.Friday 3 October, 2008
With a big heads up to The Graun's pda, here's Joe's Kinnear's presser from this morning in wordle form.

Plus...

Charles Arthur runs the foul-mouthed cockney mafia geezer through Applescript.

F-ing genius (unlike Kinnear's managerial reign down at Trentside, and one also suspects at St James.)



technorati: joe kinnear, worlde
postCount('kin');</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/6504861467539539221?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6504861467539539221" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/410496788/f-ing-joekinnear-ing.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/f-ing-joekinnear-ing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AFQ346fSp7ImA9WxRQEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-8071060354371890130</id><published>2008-10-03T16:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-03T16:35:12.015Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-03T16:35:12.015Z</app:edited><title /><summary>Lore of the LandFriday 3 October, 2008

I'm still ploughing through Peter Ackroyd's biography of London. It's a little heavy going and rather pompous - rather like the author himself. Some light relief though when the middle ground of the London literary world arrived this week: London Lore by Steve Roud.

Roud is a local historian, who as the title suggests, specialises in folklore and legend. </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/8071060354371890130?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8071060354371890130" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/410385489/lore-of-land-friday-3-october-2008-im.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/lore-of-land-friday-3-october-2008-im.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMASHk9cCp7ImA9WxRRGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-1533798197241195832</id><published>2008-10-02T19:49:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:14:09.768Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-02T20:14:09.768Z</app:edited><title /><summary>5 AliveThursday 2 October, 2008

I studied for my 'O' Levels for 5.2% of my life, likewise for my 'A' levels. I was an undergraduate for 7.8% of my life, a postgraduate for 2.6% of my current lifetime.

I have been in full time employment (sort of,) for 36.8% of my life.

Current calculations suggest that I have slept through 33.3% of my time on earth, and spent 6.2% of my life stuffing my face </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/1533798197241195832?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1533798197241195832" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/409579098/5-alive-wednesday-10-december-2008-i.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-alive-wednesday-10-december-2008-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8GRnk4fip7ImA9WxRRGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-7411754441358871845</id><published>2008-10-01T20:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:27:07.736Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-01T20:27:07.736Z</app:edited><title /><summary>Best PractiseWednesday 1 October, 2008

You see the thing with the modern interweb is that it has made all the pomp and formality previously associated with grammar redundant. I can even get away with starting a sentence with 'You see...' without causing some Cambridge Linguistics Professor to become all tongue tied with verbal vexation.

Plus thesaurus.com opens up the finer points of the </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/7411754441358871845?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7411754441358871845" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/408573310/best-practise-wednesday-1-october-2008.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-practise-wednesday-1-october-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YMQ347cCp7ImA9WxRRF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-2808088288455278272</id><published>2008-09-30T09:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:06:22.008Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-30T10:06:22.008Z</app:edited><title /><summary>Brrrrr...Tuesday 30 September, 2008
The closing of the lovely lido for another season, and it's officially the saddest day of the year around these parts. I can go without a visit from the postman on Valentine's Day and still shed no tears. Shutting the doors on the lido for another seven months, and my life is like a pencil with no lead. Pointless.

Nah, it's not all as negative as that. There's</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/2808088288455278272?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2808088288455278272" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/407133031/brrr.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/brrr.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04BSHs-fyp7ImA9WxRRF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-2235926048179357604</id><published>2008-09-29T20:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:59:19.557Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-29T20:59:19.557Z</app:edited><title /><summary>SpinMonday 29 September, 2008

Has Surrey Head Coach Alan Butcher been sacked? I only ask because the official Surrey website appears to offer no comment, whereas all other forms of media suggest that it's P45 time around The Oval.

It's never nice to speculate if someone has lost his or her economic earning power. Alan Butcher is a great bloke, just simply not up for the job of coaching a first </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/2235926048179357604?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2235926048179357604" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/406601864/spin-monday-29-september-2008-has.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/spin-monday-29-september-2008-has.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcGQ3g9cSp7ImA9WxRRFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-1988512060722536245</id><published>2008-09-29T09:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:53:42.669Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-29T09:53:42.669Z</app:edited><title /><summary>Blue MondayMonday 29 September, 2008

'Pocket a whopping 7.32% AER,' they said, 'simply by transferring an existing cash ISA over to our coffers.'

7.32% - sounds tempting.

'Simply download and print off an ISA transfer form,' they told me, 'then hand it in at your nearest branch.'

Blimey. Money for Nothing etc. I'm no banker in the literal sense, but 7.32% sounds a lot better than my current </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/1988512060722536245?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1988512060722536245" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/406120666/blue-monday-monday-29-september-2008.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/blue-monday-monday-29-september-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4MQ30yeCp7ImA9WxRRFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-7740164778129973266</id><published>2008-09-28T18:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:53:02.390Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-28T18:53:02.390Z</app:edited><title /><summary>Dilly DillySunday 28 September, 2008
Inspired by the lavenders of North London, the onionbagblog knobber urban courtyard has gone all aromatic, not to mention slightly aromatheraputic, and also occasionally antispasmodic.

Gotta love the lavenders.

Not only have I got an acute sense of smell, but it appears an acute sense of timing as well. The bedding plants of the summer have been put to bed; </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/7740164778129973266?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7740164778129973266" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/405607095/dilly-dilly-sunday-28-september-2008.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/dilly-dilly-sunday-28-september-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MFRHgyfip7ImA9WxRRE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-3476851286566806855</id><published>2008-09-25T22:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:23:35.696Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-25T22:23:35.696Z</app:edited><title /><summary>SaintlyThursday 25 September, 2008
St James Square, SW1, Monday lunchtime. Another shoot with The Way We See It.

Fitting that this rather exclusive square comes across as being soulless. I had the misfortune to work here for just over a year; I may have been in employment, but it was certainly far from gainful, working for one of the major labels.

Funky West End offices, the buzz of the music </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/3476851286566806855?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3476851286566806855" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/403213401/saintly-thursday-25-september-2008-st.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/saintly-thursday-25-september-2008-st.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMMRH48fSp7ImA9WxRREk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-564915532336710482</id><published>2008-09-23T22:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:04:45.075Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-23T22:04:45.075Z</app:edited><title /><summary>Local History WeekTuesday 23 September, 2008
And so here we have the first sighting of the Stockwell Bronze Woman. The statue and plinth were put in place on Sunday morning, ahead of the official unveiling ceremony in the Memorial Gardens next month.

Meanwhile I was making the most of the South London Indian summer, sunning myself at the lovely lido. You can’t accuse me of not being consistent </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/564915532336710482?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/564915532336710482" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/401198740/local-history-week-tuesday-23-september.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/local-history-week-tuesday-23-september.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUASHkzeCp7ImA9WxRREUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-818366496091068215</id><published>2008-09-22T20:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:44:09.780Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-22T20:44:09.780Z</app:edited><title /><summary>Sunny Side UpMonday 22 September, 2008
And so after a two-year absence, the bonkers wonderful Stockwell Festival returned to its spiritual SW8 home of Larkhall Park on Saturday afternoon. The jewel in the crown of Sunny Stockwell has taken a couple of years off from hosting the Festival; European grants to improve Stockwell's hidden gem take some time for the seeds to be sewn.

But cometh the </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/818366496091068215?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/818366496091068215" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/400128059/sunny-side-up-monday-22-september-2008.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunny-side-up-monday-22-september-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UDRXw9fyp7ImA9WxRSGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-8554402111337494287</id><published>2008-09-20T18:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:27:54.267Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-20T18:27:54.267Z</app:edited><title /><summary>Heading SouthSaturday 20 September, 2008

I've been writing a weekly sports column in the South London Press for almost five years now. I've seen off seven Millwall managers, witnessed Crystal Palace being promoted, relegated and then fall at a play-off final, not to mention enough dodgy Dulwich performances to send a weekly sports columnist into deep depression.

You probably wouldn't know about</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/8554402111337494287?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8554402111337494287" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/398302785/heading-south-saturday-20-september.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/heading-south-saturday-20-september.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUGSHkyeCp7ImA9WxRSFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-5096805449611306646</id><published>2008-09-16T21:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:23:49.790Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-16T21:23:49.790Z</app:edited><title /><summary>Knee-cappedTuesday 16 September, 2008

And so after an incorrect diagnosis of a ruptured cruciate ligament, physiotherapy over a five year period, a private (and costly) consultation with a specialist, a private (and costly) MRI scan, a further private (and costly) consultation with the specialist, a couple of visits to the good Dr Singh of St Reatham and finally a consultation with an NHS knee </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/5096805449611306646?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5096805449611306646" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/394561965/knee-capped-tuesday-16-september-2008.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/knee-capped-tuesday-16-september-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYBR38_fyp7ImA9WxRSFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-8829672083002291548</id><published>2008-09-15T08:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:15:56.147Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-15T09:15:56.147Z</app:edited><title /><summary>GeniusMonday 15 September, 2008

I'm always reluctant to install the latest version of iTunes. Bloatware, memory hogging, hard drive filling functionality, that quite frankly, I can function without.

But iTunes v8 - Genius!

Yep, the Genius sidebar really is something special.

There's confidentiality concerns for sure, but where's the danger in declaring to that nice Mr Jobs my musical interest</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/8829672083002291548?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8829672083002291548" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/393047775/genius-monday-15-september-2008-im.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/genius-monday-15-september-2008-im.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMHQHY8fyp7ImA9WxRSEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-4505618565609625090</id><published>2008-09-12T20:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:47:11.877Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-12T20:47:11.877Z</app:edited><title /><summary>Reality BitesFriday 12 September, 2008

Millwall fans: at what stage do you accept your current league status as Third Division strugglers? It's a valid question, and one that I feel better for asking from behind the safety of a keyboard, rather than just before kick off on match day. The Millwall fans I know are all lovely people, but politely reminding them of their current lowly league </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/4505618565609625090?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4505618565609625090" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/390985387/reality-bites-friday-12-september-2008.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/reality-bites-friday-12-september-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcHR3Y7fip7ImA9WxRSEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-3587173176752370206</id><published>2008-09-10T18:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:40:36.806Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-10T18:40:36.806Z</app:edited><title /><summary>Hidden DepthWednesday 10 September, 2008
York Road, SE1, for a WWSI shoot.

Especially for reader Marc, who wanted to know more about the depth of focus shots I've been featuring recently...

'Hi obb

I read your blog daily and am always impressed with your photos.

As an amateur hack photographer, can I ask for a tip? How do you take those photos with a short depth of field like the ones </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/3587173176752370206?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3587173176752370206" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/388905701/hidden-depth-wednesday-10-september.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/hidden-depth-wednesday-10-september.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIEQHczeyp7ImA9WxRTGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-3031580351905951229</id><published>2008-09-09T12:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:31:41.983Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-09T12:31:41.983Z</app:edited><title /><summary>(Banking) OnlineTuesday 9 September, 2008
What's the price of being a useless tosser? Oh, around £x in loss of earnings. Which Pipex have promptly paid up, evidence that the useless tossers accept that they are indeed, useless tossers.

And yep, true to form, the promised cheque was almost six weeks late in dropping through the door. I bet it bounces.

Now then: apart from paying the mortgage, </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/3031580351905951229?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3031580351905951229" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/387619111/banking-online-tuesday-9-september-2008.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/banking-online-tuesday-9-september-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEICR3Y5cSp7ImA9WxRTGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-9168583590939854380</id><published>2008-09-06T08:01:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:16:06.829Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-09T12:16:06.829Z</app:edited><title /><summary>Le Tour de Norfolk - LIVE!Saturday 6 September, 2008
Live! (knobber) blogging from the North Norfolk coast.

Refresh and scroll down for updates.

Saturday, 08:30

Time to leave London, time for the onionbagblog Tour de Norfolk. I don't get out of London much. What's the point? Truth be told, I don't get out of South London much. What's the point? The lovely lido, le velo and The Oval serve my </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/9168583590939854380?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/9168583590939854380" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/384875021/le-tour-de-norfolk-live-saturday-6.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/le-tour-de-norfolk-live-saturday-6.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EBR3Y7fSp7ImA9WxRTFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-3943396303082089347</id><published>2008-09-05T21:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:20:56.805Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-05T21:20:56.805Z</app:edited><title /><summary>Gotcha!Friday 5 September, 2008
This is the scene from outside obb HQ II earlier this afternoon. Such a shame for a petrol guzzling 4x4 to be given the tow-away treatment.

I thought I was alone in my guilty secret of not giving a shit. But with the bedroom window open, THREE separate passers by gave a round of applause as the Chelsea tractor was towed away.

What I want to know is how the hell </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/3943396303082089347?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3943396303082089347" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/384518393/gotcha-wednesday-10-december-2008-this.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/gotcha-wednesday-10-december-2008-this.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQCSH49fyp7ImA9WxRTFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-8874892349535794908</id><published>2008-09-05T18:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:59:29.067Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-05T20:59:29.067Z</app:edited><title /><summary>GazumpedFriday 5 September, 2008

How was the Premier League transfer deadline day for you? Not having any Premier League teams in South London made it something of a non-event around these parts.

Down at Dulwich and every day is transfer deadline day. New players arrive and depart more frequently than a number 42 bus from down the Old Kent Road. And just like big red busses, Dulwich players </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/8874892349535794908?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8874892349535794908" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/384509776/gazumped-friday-5-september-2008-how.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/gazumped-friday-5-september-2008-how.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUBRnY4cCp7ImA9WxRTFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-3395448491623890901</id><published>2008-09-03T22:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:17:37.838Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-03T22:17:37.838Z</app:edited><title /><summary>Funny BonesWednesday 3 September, 2008

I'm a bit late on the uptake, but a great obit for a great man. I had the pleasure of watching Ken Campbell perform twice - once at an improv session (what else) at The Globe, and then a year later, downstream on the beach outside the South Bank. 

Mad as a wet hen, highly original and with a set of eyebrows to match his anarchic look on life.

He'll have </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/3395448491623890901?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3395448491623890901" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/382714064/funny-bones-wednesday-3-september-2008.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-bones-wednesday-3-september-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcDQ3s7fSp7ImA9WxRTE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905952.post-4174793001328004423</id><published>2008-09-02T17:51:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:47:52.505Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-02T21:47:52.505Z</app:edited><title /><summary>Crap Match Report - LIVE!Tuesday 2 September, 2008

Surrey Vs Kent

Live! (knobber) blogging from a floodlit (and quite frankly, not exactly ideal cricketing conditions) Brit Oval.

Refresh and scroll down for updates.

18:55

And so on the day that the Premier League Sack Race was won by Kevin Keegan, why oh why am I still watching Surrey play the summer game? When does the ice hockey season </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905952/posts/default/4174793001328004423?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4174793001328004423" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Onionbagblog/~3/381578180/crap-match-report-live-tuesday-2.html" title="" /><author><name>obb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07741118415672304543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://onionbagblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/crap-match-report-live-tuesday-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
