<?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-3754346</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:00:23.960Z</updated><title type='text'>The Survey: One Leg Called George</title><subtitle type='html'>The results of my small-scale survey, telling my friends and family that I know a man with one leg called George.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelegcalledgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3754346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelegcalledgeorge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16725275395832133842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/15/1123/320/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754346.post-81887127</id><published>2002-09-20T20:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-09-27T19:07:48.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So here is it. The not eagerly awaited, not magnificent and not particularly pointful survey, One Leg Called George. Conducted for no apparent reason to no real end, these are the results.But let me give you a bit of background on this. The joke, as far as I know, comes from America around the turn of the 20th century. Being a not-very-good joke, it is ideal for my family, and my dad was always</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelegcalledgeorge.blogspot.com/feeds/81887127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3754346/posts/default/81887127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3754346/posts/default/81887127'/><author><name>Suz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16725275395832133842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/15/1123/320/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
