<?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-7771631357795231386</id><updated>2011-10-11T22:53:59.439-07:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Tales of a Candy Kid'/><category term='New day'/><category term='Film'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='Choice'/><category term='Setup City'/><category term='Damzels'/><category term='Candy Ranchers'/><title type='text'>Candy Corp</title><subtitle type='html'>Candy Corp blog is a blog about life and stories in London. Every issue can be discussed on this blog but many will not be. Why? Cus it's my freakin BLOG.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183393331088460669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771631357795231386.post-6293812380886762276</id><published>2009-05-25T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:26:09.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o notorious past</title><content type='html'>o the notorious past of many many. the constant pressure to live up to a name that you yourself created. to live up to a legend that even you admire in your reminisance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they will come. the young. they will come, just as we did for those before us. they will be be full of a lack of knowledge (if there is such an expression?), nievity and a lust for pop culture which you will find distastful. they will assume they know hings. they will assume they know the game. they will not respect and honour those that paved the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the story of the worrld. all destined to look at the youth of today as lesser than our days and days gone by. but why complain, when this is exactly the world we built for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771631357795231386-6293812380886762276?l=ccandycorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/feeds/6293812380886762276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771631357795231386&amp;postID=6293812380886762276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/6293812380886762276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/6293812380886762276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-notorious-past.html' title='o notorious past'/><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183393331088460669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771631357795231386.post-6832774290840377376</id><published>2009-01-19T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:48:10.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up About town</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="blogupp" style="BORDER-RIGHT: #777 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #777 1px solid; BACKGROUND: #fff; BORDER-LEFT: #777 1px solid; WIDTH: 150px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #777 1px solid" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" name="blogupp"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: url(http://adv.blogupp.com/img1c289b24d-2e5e-4f74-b8a4-21a0aee53f9b.jpg) no-repeat; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 160px"&gt;&lt;a id="blogupp1" title="BlogUpp! 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Such as, why do my lotterry numbers only come up when I don't play? Why does the system suck. When will I find a stash of cash? When will I divorce my playstation3?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771631357795231386-6832774290840377376?l=ccandycorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/feeds/6832774290840377376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771631357795231386&amp;postID=6832774290840377376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/6832774290840377376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/6832774290840377376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/2009/01/up-about-town.html' title='Up About town'/><author><name>Da Milkman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12812663796833341865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771631357795231386.post-6759578679504092362</id><published>2009-01-13T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:13:45.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tales of a Candy Kid'/><title type='text'>Candy Clause and the Mistletoe Man</title><content type='html'>One December day two youths were making their way home from a night of raving when a mysterious man called out to them. Now if this was near a park or some woods they certainly would have fled suspecting a pervert or at least slaped him up first and ask questions later,... well just because. But seeing as it was the center of London Oxford street they gave the old man a chance to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man told them of a world the GAME. Not the rapper, but the game which we are all players of. The game that one can only escape with the most extreme of actions............. Marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the old man claimed the game is not as it used to be and as it should be. Too many men are struggling to keep their women from the clutches of others and many females complaining of terrible times between the sheets. This was becoming an epidemic. SO what was this to do t=with the two young men? Well, he wanted them to take responsibility, to run the game with pride and return it to its former glory. To do this he bestowed upon them the neessarry skills they needed to achieve the old mans request. What exactly these were the youths iwere yet to find out. Before they could enquire further, the ol man had gone and left them with nothing but a card with a single word on it. A word that sent chills down both their spines and pride to their hearts. "Shaft" was the word. They had been given a mission by the spirit of Shaft and these are the tales that followed this eventful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the tales of........ well no one knows really. No one has yet figured their names.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771631357795231386-6759578679504092362?l=ccandycorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/feeds/6759578679504092362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771631357795231386&amp;postID=6759578679504092362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/6759578679504092362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/6759578679504092362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/2009/01/candy-clause-and-mistletoe-man.html' title='Candy Clause and the Mistletoe Man'/><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183393331088460669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771631357795231386.post-797914746114099102</id><published>2009-01-09T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T07:27:39.748-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choice'/><title type='text'>New Year Optimist</title><content type='html'>Another year passes, resolutions are made&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder about the next time I’m gonna get paid&lt;br /&gt;Even more important the next time im gonna get laid&lt;br /&gt;As the pendulum rocks with the passing of days&lt;br /&gt;We grow older and wiser from year to year&lt;br /&gt;As the time passes you seem more inclined to care&lt;br /&gt;You think about the future&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes you made in the past&lt;br /&gt;Whether this girl is right for you?&lt;br /&gt;Will the relationship last?&lt;br /&gt;There’s one thing for certain the time is now&lt;br /&gt;To move forward in your life the only question is how&lt;br /&gt;Big decisions to be made with the consequences unknown&lt;br /&gt;There aint no time machines yet so you can never be shown&lt;br /&gt;Whether she was your destiny that was sitting at home&lt;br /&gt;Or do you face another year of being alone&lt;br /&gt;But this is going too far and I don’t mean to moan &lt;br /&gt;So I must move on and raise up the tone&lt;br /&gt;Coz optimism and opportunity is everywhere - all around&lt;br /&gt;But it’s dormant and isn’t willing to make a sound&lt;br /&gt;So you must go out and find it coz it won’t find you&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on your arse is definitely NOT the right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;You cut your old ties that are stopping your progress&lt;br /&gt;And untangle your love life that is currently in a mess&lt;br /&gt;Make the most of opportunities that are thrown your way&lt;br /&gt;Stack change coz you cant only live for today&lt;br /&gt;The answers you seek may not be found straight away&lt;br /&gt;Ill make some mistakes – ill learn from it so..hey &lt;br /&gt;Anonymously driven by the choices I make &lt;br /&gt;2009 is mine – its gonna be great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771631357795231386-797914746114099102?l=ccandycorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/feeds/797914746114099102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771631357795231386&amp;postID=797914746114099102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/797914746114099102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/797914746114099102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-optimist.html' title='New Year Optimist'/><author><name>Anonymous Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052828365814478810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771631357795231386.post-7934168155137084279</id><published>2009-01-05T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:46:19.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 arrives huh</title><content type='html'>So 2009 you are finally here. You have finally shown your face. It has taken me 27 years to find you and behold.  I admit there were a few hiccups in my search. 9 years before this I was told that all computers may crash. I have had to sit through countless lessons and lectures as I climbed my way out of the educational circus. I have had seek cash to keep me alive and pushing for this day. The day I find you. And now that you are found. O yes 2009 now that you are found, I am going to make you a mark. A mark as the year the mikman chronicles begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are hear 2009 and it is time to show my hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771631357795231386-7934168155137084279?l=ccandycorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/feeds/7934168155137084279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771631357795231386&amp;postID=7934168155137084279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/7934168155137084279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/7934168155137084279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-arrives-huh.html' title='2009 arrives huh'/><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183393331088460669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771631357795231386.post-8816846347924089287</id><published>2008-11-27T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:55:53.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>O dear O dear</title><content type='html'>O dear. What has become of me. I sit here about to go to bed and wandering why?? Why do I have to go to work in the morning? Why do I hate work? Why do all my female bosses bust my balls and my male bosses think I'm great? Why o why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda down and have een told I need a hug. Well I burnt all those hugging bridges a long time ago and I might regret it if the thought of too much hugging didnt want to make me hurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told I need some love. Well I burnt those bridges a little while ago and I seeem to regret it by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told I need to get drunk. Well I haven't burnt those bridges and tomorrow might be the ideal time to drown my sorrows and forget about the terrible week gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O der didn't the week start with sooo much promise. O dear it ends with a stare down an empty whisky bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: This is not a freaking poem or some crap like that. Just a pissed guy at the end of the working week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771631357795231386-8816846347924089287?l=ccandycorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/feeds/8816846347924089287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771631357795231386&amp;postID=8816846347924089287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/8816846347924089287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/8816846347924089287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-dear-o-dear.html' title='O dear O dear'/><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183393331088460669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771631357795231386.post-5776858587636122939</id><published>2008-11-26T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T03:50:05.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Latest Psycho Thriller</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The clouds were grey. The tide was low. The sun tweaked behind the clouds with radiant ,.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck am I writing. Snap out of it. Last time I venture into high creative writing or whatever it’s called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to watch bond in action. Turns out I was at the wrong film. Myself and my Mrs. were going to get up and go and find the right screen but was too full up and decided to just watch the movie on offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I can’t quite remember the name of the movie I watched, it involved a psychotic British agent and his lack of interrogation skills.  I think it was a horror movie about a man with unlimited amount of Tuxedos who pops by to murder you if he thinks you have information. Also on the death list was anyone who dared to peak under his trousers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have been final destination 5 or the Return of Freddy Krueger but some research into every film showing at the cinema at the time, shows me that only one film was on. Quantum Of Solace. Hmm. I wander what happened there. I must get a refund or at least demand to see my dear James Bond in action.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771631357795231386-5776858587636122939?l=ccandycorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/feeds/5776858587636122939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771631357795231386&amp;postID=5776858587636122939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/5776858587636122939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/5776858587636122939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/2008/11/latest-psycho-thriller.html' title='Latest Psycho Thriller'/><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183393331088460669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771631357795231386.post-4094467913856977394</id><published>2008-11-18T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:17:27.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did Obama Stop Racism?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Obama has changed the face of politics forever, fulfilled Martin Luther King’s dream and became histories most powerful black man, all in one successful presidential campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the BBC’s attempts to sabotage our image by asking an uneducated black rapper about historical politics and world issues, a young black, successful businessman did have something constructive to say, or did he?&lt;br /&gt;In his line of work, he believes he can now achieve anything and stand up in the face of extreme opposition. He believes that racial prejudice has been destroyed finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking like a nerd with a rubix cube! I don’t want to be a festive Grinch, but when u analyse a little deeper, are his comments as naïve as Dizzee Rascals the rapper? Are the young business mans comments a little reckless for impressionable black people? You decide for yourself, coz I don’t provide answers, I create questions.&lt;br /&gt;How will we feel about this business mans comments when the next black family decide to take a family vacation to Mississippi old folk territory. When a group of black boys decide to socialise in a Milwall pub on a match day! When a black boy proudly tells a skinhead he has impregnated his daughter! The results from all these scenarios will show just how reckless this mans comments may have been! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I see Hardough bread and okra stew served at a Texas cowboys wedding and bashment being played at a National Front/KKK conference or President Bush adopting an African baby like Madonna, I’m not buying it! Others won’t be so lucky!&lt;br /&gt;Those that really believe in this supposed new destruction of racial hatred will see a mob of skinheads with tattoos on their knuckles and Hitler memorabilia on their clothing running towards them and based on this guys comment, just assume they must just be in a rush to get to a German themed fancy dress party! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally believe that this mans comments are just as naïve as the rapper who also broke history by becoming the first black man to make me pass out whilst watching the news. This blog may leave those that believed in the destruction of racial barriers more confused than a young boy catching daddy wearing mummies underwear and stilettos.&lt;br /&gt;Whether the barriers are there or not, a simple way to put that to the test would be to spend a weekend Plymouth without an issue, believe me, I’ve tried! long story!! Anyway, I guess I can be converted when I see Jimmy Honsu from Blood Diamonds playing the next James Bond! Lol! Now which way to picket at Pinewood Studios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bully.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771631357795231386-4094467913856977394?l=ccandycorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/feeds/4094467913856977394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771631357795231386&amp;postID=4094467913856977394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/4094467913856977394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/4094467913856977394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/2008/11/did-obama-stop-racism.html' title='Did Obama Stop Racism?'/><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183393331088460669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771631357795231386.post-985427857335259138</id><published>2008-11-11T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T05:59:35.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setup City'/><title type='text'>Setup City (We’ve been framed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Our fair city London. America has all these other names for it’s cities such as: City of angels, the windy city and the Big apple. We unfortunately do not have one. Well I know what London is, its setup city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where you are lured to clubs and made to stand outside in the cold for ages anticipating a great rave only to eventually get in and find out it’s kinda empty and you are drunk for nothing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the city where you could quite comfortably be minding you business in a rave and spot a foxy lady staring at you in admiration, only for you to go and have a word and her make an exhibition of turning you down (what happened there???). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the city where you poke your head out of your house thinking it’s a dry sunny day, only to find when you are at least 20 minutes from home that it is starting to rain (damn I left my jacket). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the city where you will see the barriers at the tube open and when you walk through, find yourself in cuffs at the other end and being questioned for fare evasion (damn the ticket was only 2 quid). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the city with hidden and confusing congestion charge signs that leave you going home and finding out 3 weeks later that you owe the mayor and his croonies £50/£60 (did I really drive there?). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the city where after Senator Obama became President Obama, they put a one Mr Rascal on TV to undo all that good work and set us back at least half a decade (why Dizzie why???). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the city where I can find no news on what happened at that cricket match for the millions of dollars as I must assume the English lost (well I hope they did or I will look stupid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is our city and we kind of like it but won’t really trade it in for anything else. Well not for Birmingham anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771631357795231386-985427857335259138?l=ccandycorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/feeds/985427857335259138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771631357795231386&amp;postID=985427857335259138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/985427857335259138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/985427857335259138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/2008/11/setup-city-weve-been-framed.html' title='Setup City (We’ve been framed)'/><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183393331088460669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771631357795231386.post-694106427788108762</id><published>2008-11-05T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:21:53.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><title type='text'>Of Course we can</title><content type='html'>A new day Beacons and the torch has shone bright&lt;br /&gt;As from in my slumber came a ray of light&lt;br /&gt;The presidential run is over, and the race has been won&lt;br /&gt;Obama is President my text message begun&lt;br /&gt;The trials and tribulations of this economic mess &lt;br /&gt;Rest upon this mans shoulders as he’s put to the test&lt;br /&gt;The doubters out in abundance at the start of his regime&lt;br /&gt;A well educated man and a very good campaign team&lt;br /&gt;Must keep his nose out of scandals to keep media off his back&lt;br /&gt;Because the Lions are waiting at any chance to attack&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah did I mention that this president is BLACK&lt;br /&gt;With new bolstered defences to keep Snipers off his back&lt;br /&gt;The world is nowhere near perfect as we watch its demise&lt;br /&gt;Apart from Rogue bankers there are defiantly other guys&lt;br /&gt;That are ignorant and hate because the colour of skin&lt;br /&gt;Probably tried to vote 5 times just for this man not to win&lt;br /&gt;They are scared of what they don’t know and scared of change&lt;br /&gt;Now the democrats have come in for the white house to be rearranged&lt;br /&gt;But the deeper message is this is a sign of new hope&lt;br /&gt;And to see how far you can come just buy getting up to vote&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t like the policies then get something done&lt;br /&gt;The mighty pen has spoken and struck down the republican&lt;br /&gt;Make positive change is the key for the greater good of man&lt;br /&gt;In the simple words of Obama YES WE CAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771631357795231386-694106427788108762?l=ccandycorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/feeds/694106427788108762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771631357795231386&amp;postID=694106427788108762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/694106427788108762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/694106427788108762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-course-we-can.html' title='Of Course we can'/><author><name>Anonymous Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052828365814478810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771631357795231386.post-1494643049595902559</id><published>2008-11-05T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T04:20:46.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New day'/><title type='text'>A new Day dawns (I think thats how you say it. ???)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Travel/Pix/pictures/2008/11/04/Obama4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 460px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Travel/Pix/pictures/2008/11/04/Obama4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new day is upon us my friends. I say this not only because for the first we have a Black American president, but because on this very day, the powerful tool known to black people all over the world has lost its power somewhat. The race card. No longer will the excuse of black people being held down be heard with quite so much attention. No more can the youth say what’s the point of studying when they aren’t going to be given jobs. No longer can the black man say that the only reason he is not a success is because of the white man when before our very eyes, we have seen a black man (well half but we’ll take it) become the most powerful man in the world. Heck the message is now, “if he can do it so can you”. Not necessarily being president of course, but as Americans like to say, be all you can be. Today we find that the world will listen to reason, will hear your case and judge you on merit, not on race (well not completely anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course let us not be naive in thinking that the world will automatically be a better place for it. There are still people with their prejudices and stereotypes but to be honest don’t we all. Few black people go through the day without a comment or two about another race. The world has shown us signs of change. The message is not that everything has changed (now) or that things will automatically be better, but that tomorrow is a brighter day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin had a dream, Obama was the one to fulfil it as President Obama. On this day a dream was fulfilled but do not forget that those who helped pave the way and form a bridge between Rev Martin Luther Kings time and ours. Many unsung heroes had a victory today and it is up to our generation to carry the torch and produce even greater things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771631357795231386-1494643049595902559?l=ccandycorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/feeds/1494643049595902559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771631357795231386&amp;postID=1494643049595902559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/1494643049595902559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/1494643049595902559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-day-dawns-i-think-thats-how-you-say.html' title='A new Day dawns (I think thats how you say it. ???)'/><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183393331088460669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771631357795231386.post-485118275630263094</id><published>2008-11-04T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:44:10.222-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Candy Ranchers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damzels'/><title type='text'>Cheesecake</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/gfarley/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} pre 	{margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Courier New"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Courier New"; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times 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verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;This aint no bakewell tart but ill be sure to get the cherry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Flavoured piece of this beautifully constructed work&lt;br /&gt;of culinary art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;You take a nibble at first and thats just the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Acquire the taste let it roll on your tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;You take another plunge but it wont be too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Till you sink your teeth into another bite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Not too much of the mouthfull or youll spoil your appetite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;You feel you way around strategically until you get&lt;br /&gt;it just right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;This after dinner dessert is a midnight delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Its creamy,its soft, its tasty, its wet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;A reward for one of of life many displeasures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I'd do anything to get it whatever the measure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771631357795231386-485118275630263094?l=ccandycorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/feeds/485118275630263094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771631357795231386&amp;postID=485118275630263094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/485118275630263094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/485118275630263094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/2008/11/cheesecake.html' title='Cheesecake'/><author><name>Anonymous Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15052828365814478810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771631357795231386.post-5787565700990881499</id><published>2008-10-29T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:50:00.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damzels'/><title type='text'>Damsels on da Tube</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eYVKmmAamhQ/SRXfSolY7PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WfiE94bJIv4/s1600-h/jdo0744l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266360850504543474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eYVKmmAamhQ/SRXfSolY7PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WfiE94bJIv4/s320/jdo0744l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winter is upon us. No longer can we leave work with the sun out and optimism for the evening. No more sweaty guys on a packed train (actually that’s all year round), no more requests from silly girls to come out for a picnic or join their friends in the park for games (get the message luv he doesn't like you he loves your body), no more sunglasses (except for stupid boys who wear them to raves and keep tripping up on shoes), no more calls from friends to go have a kick about after work (you see ladies this is the only thing we want to do in the park, in daylight anyway) and most of all.... no more ladies in short skirts and shorts to offer a stressed out workman the timely relief of eye candy. All of a sudden all the pretty ladies have gone off to Mars and have left us with snotty women with colds and ladies who you think are pregnant but actually realise, far too late, that they just love Pies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771631357795231386-5787565700990881499?l=ccandycorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/feeds/5787565700990881499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771631357795231386&amp;postID=5787565700990881499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/5787565700990881499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/5787565700990881499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/2008/10/damsels-on-da-tube.html' title='Damsels on da Tube'/><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183393331088460669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eYVKmmAamhQ/SRXfSolY7PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WfiE94bJIv4/s72-c/jdo0744l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7771631357795231386.post-8294310576946002297</id><published>2008-10-29T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:08:40.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Candy Ranchers'/><title type='text'>JOLLY RANCHERS</title><content type='html'>I couldn’t believe the tall tall tales&lt;br /&gt;When I hear yesterday there were snowstorms in Wales&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at the fact that they aint coming hear&lt;br /&gt;But this Is Grey Britain so I better beware&lt;br /&gt;First time it snowed in October in 70 years!&lt;br /&gt;The autumn has past and the winter is here&lt;br /&gt;So briefly before the leaves had turned brown&lt;br /&gt;And they’re swept up daily as they fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;But I look outside right now and the trees nearly bare&lt;br /&gt;We just finished summer - come on this isn’t fair!&lt;br /&gt;The days are much shorter – darkness when I leave work&lt;br /&gt;Long scrapping in the mornings – but I wont go berserk&lt;br /&gt;Coz Christmas is filled with Candy and Cake&lt;br /&gt;So my spirits arent broken as the Candy wont break&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Candy Deliveries thru our longest season of the Year&lt;br /&gt;So bring it on winter coz the CANDY CORP is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Anonymous Poet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7771631357795231386-8294310576946002297?l=ccandycorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/feeds/8294310576946002297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7771631357795231386&amp;postID=8294310576946002297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/8294310576946002297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7771631357795231386/posts/default/8294310576946002297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccandycorp.blogspot.com/2008/10/jolly-ranchers.html' title='JOLLY RANCHERS'/><author><name>Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183393331088460669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
