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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://blogmybook.com/rss.xsl" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>A Blogger's Guide to Sex and Sobriety</title><link>http://blogmybook.com/blogs/a_bloggers_guide_to_sex_and_sobriety/default.aspx</link><description>This collection of bittersweet anecdotes in the form of  internet blogs starts from a rehab centre where the author found herself fashionably early 20 years ago. </description><dc:language>en-US</dc:language><generator>CommunityServer 2.0 (Build: 60217.2664)</generator><item><title>And so it went on from one drunken disaster to the next</title><link>http://blogmybook.com/blogs/a_bloggers_guide_to_sex_and_sobriety/archive/2006/12/08/17.aspx</link><pubDate>Fri, 08 Dec 2006 16:49:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">bf0f66d1-08d9-4fa7-9026-67ddbca5869f:17</guid><dc:creator>Joanna Crosse</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><comments>http://blogmybook.com/blogs/a_bloggers_guide_to_sex_and_sobriety/comments/17.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://blogmybook.com/blogs/a_bloggers_guide_to_sex_and_sobriety/commentrss.aspx?PostID=17</wfw:commentRss><description>And so it went on from one drunken disaster to the next. I’d always managed to be pretty conscientious at school but years of hard study were ruined in a weekend away on a geography field trip to Snowdonia. My friend Kat and I stocked up with gin and vodka, not to mention the 200 cigarettes, for the lengthy coach trip between Yorkshire and Wales.

...(&lt;a href="http://blogmybook.com/blogs/a_bloggers_guide_to_sex_and_sobriety/archive/2006/12/08/17.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://blogmybook.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=17" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description><category domain="http://blogmybook.com/blogs/a_bloggers_guide_to_sex_and_sobriety/archive/category/1002.aspx">Chapter 1 - A Rude Awakening</category></item><item><title>The last fifteen drink-induced years</title><link>http://blogmybook.com/blogs/a_bloggers_guide_to_sex_and_sobriety/archive/2006/12/02/16.aspx</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Dec 2006 01:15:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">bf0f66d1-08d9-4fa7-9026-67ddbca5869f:16</guid><dc:creator>Joanna Crosse</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><comments>http://blogmybook.com/blogs/a_bloggers_guide_to_sex_and_sobriety/comments/16.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://blogmybook.com/blogs/a_bloggers_guide_to_sex_and_sobriety/commentrss.aspx?PostID=16</wfw:commentRss><description>Although the last fifteen drink-induced years have passed by in a bit of a blur I suppose some of you might be wondering how I got myself into this predicament! People often talk about their ‘first drink’. What I can tell you is, mine wasn’t in the singular. ...(&lt;a href="http://blogmybook.com/blogs/a_bloggers_guide_to_sex_and_sobriety/archive/2006/12/02/16.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://blogmybook.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=16" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description><category domain="http://blogmybook.com/blogs/a_bloggers_guide_to_sex_and_sobriety/archive/category/1002.aspx">Chapter 1 - A Rude Awakening</category></item><item><title>...What a demise being in a treatment centre for Christmas!</title><link>http://blogmybook.com/blogs/a_bloggers_guide_to_sex_and_sobriety/archive/2006/12/02/15.aspx</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Dec 2006 00:21:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">bf0f66d1-08d9-4fa7-9026-67ddbca5869f:15</guid><dc:creator>Joanna Crosse</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><comments>http://blogmybook.com/blogs/a_bloggers_guide_to_sex_and_sobriety/comments/15.aspx</comments><wfw:commentRss>http://blogmybook.com/blogs/a_bloggers_guide_to_sex_and_sobriety/commentrss.aspx?PostID=15</wfw:commentRss><description>...What a demise being in a treatment centre for Christmas! Have to say it’s all come as a bit of a shock. One minute I was planning twelve days of festive piss-ups; the next I was discovered at work slumped over my computer, a champagne bottle and a cameraman. And it was only eight o’clock in the morning.

...(&lt;a href="http://blogmybook.com/blogs/a_bloggers_guide_to_sex_and_sobriety/archive/2006/12/02/15.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://blogmybook.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=15" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description><category domain="http://blogmybook.com/blogs/a_bloggers_guide_to_sex_and_sobriety/archive/category/1002.aspx">Chapter 1 - A Rude Awakening</category></item></channel></rss>