<?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-5030646515133472150</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:38:51.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One Face For Every Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2450637395722751474</id><published>2009-11-16T12:59:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-05-08T12:15:09.517+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And so....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SwFNVaea8xI/AAAAAAAAB6U/O7ltqxiFWiY/s1600/coll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404686058100814610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SwFNVaea8xI/AAAAAAAAB6U/O7ltqxiFWiY/s400/coll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SwFNOANcPsI/AAAAAAAAB6M/U0-5DCzea_8/s1600/coll2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404685930791190210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SwFNOANcPsI/AAAAAAAAB6M/U0-5DCzea_8/s400/coll2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SwFNGTzqokI/AAAAAAAAB6E/MBuQIc3V71U/s1600/coll3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404685798612836930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SwFNGTzqokI/AAAAAAAAB6E/MBuQIc3V71U/s400/coll3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SwFNBXqmQ2I/AAAAAAAAB58/H1feThyEJ0U/s1600/coll4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404685713749197666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SwFNBXqmQ2I/AAAAAAAAB58/H1feThyEJ0U/s400/coll4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SwFM6ieSKfI/AAAAAAAAB50/ycXHwkxeEiM/s1600/coll6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404685596391254514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SwFM6ieSKfI/AAAAAAAAB50/ycXHwkxeEiM/s400/coll6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SwFMyyvMNeI/AAAAAAAAB5s/yHYP1YEAIMc/s1600/coll5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404685463318181346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SwFMyyvMNeI/AAAAAAAAB5s/yHYP1YEAIMc/s400/coll5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, while walking my dog, I made a decision that filled me with relief but also sadness.&lt;br /&gt;This project has reached its natural end. I think I knew it was coming, but didn’t want to say it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;When I began photographing faces back in February, it was mostly a little experiment. Was I brave enough to ask strangers and could I get a decent picture in a moment? I decided it was good practise and had no idea how long it would go on. I liked the idea of a year, but would have been pleased with a full month of faces!&lt;br /&gt;The project started to change very early on. Rather than just jotting down a first name, I began to chat a little with those I had photographed. The feedback I got was that people liked this. They liked to see the faces with the stories. And so did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a photographer, but I am also a busy mum of two young children, a wife, and a youth counsellor. I’m living a very ordinary life, apart from those times when I’m pacing the streets in Norfolk, trying to summon up the courage to approach somebody and say the words I’ve said over and over “excuse me…this may sound odd…I’m doing a project about faces in Norfolk…I couldn’t possibly take your photograph..could I?”&lt;br /&gt;Most people said yes, perhaps it helped that I looked as nervous as they did. I was nervous. Approaching strangers has never got easier as time has gone on. The most common response was ‘..my face…?!’&lt;br /&gt;This project has been an extraordinary experience. I am so grateful to every single person that said yes, that stood patiently as I asked them questions and then answered those questions. It’s not every day that somebody stops you on the street, photographs you in front of everybody walking by, and then asks ‘what are you afraid of?’ or ‘what is your earliest memory’. I have been so amused, touched and occasionally humbled by some of the things that have been said, not all of which I could include! One man, a big strong man, 6 ft plus, who welled up when mentioning his divorce. The most important thing was that this project remained respectful. I told people that if they did not like the photograph, or changed their mind, they should let me know. This only happened once.&lt;br /&gt;A highlight for me was receiving a comment on the Visitors’ Book from a doctor at the hospital, telling me “The project gave me pause for thought and reminded me of why I chose to become a doctor: people.” I still feel so touched by this.&lt;br /&gt;And another man who called to say thank you – that he had been noticed before for his music, but never for just him or his face.&lt;br /&gt;I’m so proud of this project. I didn’t get every single photograph looking exactly as I hoped, I had to take what I got in the time that I had – but I still love looking at every single face. I tried to make it as varied as I possibly could. More men said yes than women, and younger women more often said yes than older. Women between 40 and 60 were least keen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, with more demands in my everyday life, not least a new dog that needs walking twice each day, work, and an awareness that going out to find faces has become much more of a pressure, I want to stop the project while I am still happy with it. 250 faces feels like a good number. I hope to have a further exhibition of some of these images in the New Year&lt;br /&gt;The photography of course will continue. Along with the general work, I will be going out and about and exploring more candid street photography. A different sort of challenge, but one I’m excited about! I will begin a new blog for this very soon. Huge thanks to everyone who has dropped by to look or to leave a comment. And huge thanks to those who have become a fan of this project! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-2450637395722751474?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2450637395722751474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-so.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2450637395722751474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2450637395722751474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-so.html' title='And so....'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SwFNVaea8xI/AAAAAAAAB6U/O7ltqxiFWiY/s72-c/coll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-1709236258451622708</id><published>2009-11-02T11:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:31:25.788Z</updated><title type='text'>David</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SvFl79A1rhI/AAAAAAAAB3M/j5eLv7Hje1Q/s1600-h/david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400209508858703378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SvFl79A1rhI/AAAAAAAAB3M/j5eLv7Hje1Q/s400/david.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"why would you want to photograph me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David was perplexed but happy to let me take his picture. He was standing inside a building, it was pouring with rain outside. He was stood at the window waiting for his wife. He had a beautiful sleeping child in a buggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm a postman, but not working today due to strike. People have generally been very supportive and understanding"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...the children being born has to be the highlight of my life"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-1709236258451622708?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1709236258451622708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/11/david.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/1709236258451622708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/1709236258451622708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/11/david.html' title='David'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SvFl79A1rhI/AAAAAAAAB3M/j5eLv7Hje1Q/s72-c/david.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-6751154722479720550</id><published>2009-11-01T11:20:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:32:51.023Z</updated><title type='text'>Ann</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SvFlDdwJM6I/AAAAAAAAB3E/AIlhhu8gegM/s1600-h/ann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400208538394506146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SvFlDdwJM6I/AAAAAAAAB3E/AIlhhu8gegM/s400/ann.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm scared of balloons. But this means that it's always me that gets surrounded by children holding balloons at parties, maybe they somehow know I don't like them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann wasn't at all sure about being photographed. We talked for quite a while before she felt maybe it was okay. I explained about the project and tried to reassure that it is respectful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Best moment of my life was my niece being born. My sister's child. Sadly I just missed the actual birth, but it was still incredible&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/5030646515133472150-6751154722479720550?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6751154722479720550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/11/ann.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6751154722479720550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6751154722479720550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/11/ann.html' title='Ann'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SvFlDdwJM6I/AAAAAAAAB3E/AIlhhu8gegM/s72-c/ann.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-5889945485759330784</id><published>2009-10-31T11:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:19:33.045Z</updated><title type='text'>Ranjit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SvFjEiZAJgI/AAAAAAAAB20/PqtRW45TeeI/s1600-h/ranjit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400206357796234754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SvFjEiZAJgI/AAAAAAAAB20/PqtRW45TeeI/s400/ranjit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You can take my picture yeah, but I'm not from Norfolk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told Ranjit that this was fine, this project is about the faces in Norfolk not from Norfolk! He was walking with a friend through a shopping centre on a very rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I guess a turning point in my life was getting married very young and having children young. It forced me to be more responsible. This is a good thing! It all turned out well"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm an IT professional. But tonight I'm going to see a rock/metal band called Clutch. An American band, we're going to see them at The Waterfront"&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/5030646515133472150-5889945485759330784?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5889945485759330784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/ranjit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/5889945485759330784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/5889945485759330784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/ranjit.html' title='Ranjit'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SvFjEiZAJgI/AAAAAAAAB20/PqtRW45TeeI/s72-c/ranjit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2676585848918447009</id><published>2009-10-30T09:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:50:52.135Z</updated><title type='text'>Chris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SugLNW8zD6I/AAAAAAAAB2o/f0kFbakhC_Y/s1600-h/boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397576477530328994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SugLNW8zD6I/AAAAAAAAB2o/f0kFbakhC_Y/s400/boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'd like to go back to being 7. I have good memories of that time" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris was watching intently as I had photographed Steph. I liked the intensity of his face, so I asked to photograph him. He didn't mind at all and talked easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I grew up on a farm for 16 years. I do miss it, but I can go back any time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..I'm training to be a football coach now, we go to schools and stuff like that..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...I'd really love to go to Australia one day"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-2676585848918447009?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2676585848918447009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/chris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2676585848918447009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2676585848918447009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/chris.html' title='Chris'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SugLNW8zD6I/AAAAAAAAB2o/f0kFbakhC_Y/s72-c/boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-429683152158371275</id><published>2009-10-29T09:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:51:25.320Z</updated><title type='text'>Ahmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SugIRaSbaUI/AAAAAAAAB2g/fUPM1A4eoyw/s1600-h/ahmed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397573248610953538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SugIRaSbaUI/AAAAAAAAB2g/fUPM1A4eoyw/s400/ahmed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I remember being 3. I used to like to chew bacon. My grandma would come home and check my mouth for bacon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had not initially felt brave enough to approach Ahmed. He was sat on a bench. He was a very tall man and he was sat looking pretty fed up. I felt worried that I would just annoy him if I approached. I passed again a bit later and he was sat with his wife and they were both smiling. I decided to risk it.. He was happy to say yes once he understood what it was for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am visiting here. I teach Africology at The University of Wisconsin. My students are a bit scared of me too...I say 'why didn't you come talk to me about this' and they say 'cos you look too mean'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I tried to stop a man beating up a woman once, but she attacked me, screaming at me 'that's my man!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-429683152158371275?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/429683152158371275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahmed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/429683152158371275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/429683152158371275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahmed.html' title='Ahmed'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SugIRaSbaUI/AAAAAAAAB2g/fUPM1A4eoyw/s72-c/ahmed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-1546175116608114628</id><published>2009-10-28T08:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:51:41.299Z</updated><title type='text'>Steph</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SugGZbXeUbI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/2FSLQTcsa-I/s1600-h/steph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397571187316249010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SugGZbXeUbI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/2FSLQTcsa-I/s400/steph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I had a paper round once. It was the worst job"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steph had just joined a big group of friends outside The Forum in Norwich. I've photographed here before and the steps outside are often filled with different groups of young people. I've also noticed older people in the cafe outside or the benches near the church muttering or looking disapprovingly at the noise coming from the youngsters or just the look of them. However, I have approached several of these groups and they have always been far from intimidating. Usually very friendly and curious. Many have even tried to help me find more faces or wished me well. Steph also wished me well as we parted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I know what I'd love to do. Sea, board (she gestured with her hands, amused by not remembering for a moment)....surfing! Yes, surfing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm studying fine art right now. Tonight I'm looking forward to going to a party!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-1546175116608114628?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1546175116608114628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/steph_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/1546175116608114628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/1546175116608114628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/steph_18.html' title='Steph'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SugGZbXeUbI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/2FSLQTcsa-I/s72-c/steph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-6452391200986209208</id><published>2009-10-27T08:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:52:00.713Z</updated><title type='text'>Alan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SugEGh8wrlI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/mb10A3sWiok/s1600-h/alan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397568663642484306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SugEGh8wrlI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/mb10A3sWiok/s400/alan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..I worked in a slaughter house for a while. It was horrible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alan surprised me by saying yes to being photographed. I spotted his face and passed by twice before asking him. His face had a very serious expression and an edge to it. But he actually had a job keeping a straight face. He wanted to look serious for his photograph, but it took several attempts as his face kept breaking into a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't think moving to Norwich was the best thing I've done. I lived on the outskirts before. I find Norwich too noisy and violent sometimes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-6452391200986209208?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6452391200986209208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/alan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6452391200986209208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6452391200986209208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/alan.html' title='Alan'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SugEGh8wrlI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/mb10A3sWiok/s72-c/alan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2768780440994538330</id><published>2009-10-26T08:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:52:20.705Z</updated><title type='text'>Roz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SugCREg5QFI/AAAAAAAAB2I/DsCTrhuBzlY/s1600-h/roz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397566645696282706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SugCREg5QFI/AAAAAAAAB2I/DsCTrhuBzlY/s400/roz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"the next thing I have to look forward to is getting married very soon..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spotted Roz leaving a cafe with her partner. It was quite a busy area, but she coped brilliantly with passers-by peering and wondering what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..probably the bravest thing I've done is staying alive.." She said this with a laugh, but I remarked that this is probably true for many people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am also looking forward to having a baby" - she grinned up at her partner when saying this, and he replied 'well, not quite yet" and she laughed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-2768780440994538330?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2768780440994538330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/roz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2768780440994538330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2768780440994538330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/roz.html' title='Roz'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SugCREg5QFI/AAAAAAAAB2I/DsCTrhuBzlY/s72-c/roz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-614822814270737137</id><published>2009-10-25T12:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:52:52.551Z</updated><title type='text'>Josh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMWGhOSLWI/AAAAAAAAB1k/yoOPc8cfd-E/s1600-h/josh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391677480145923426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMWGhOSLWI/AAAAAAAAB1k/yoOPc8cfd-E/s400/josh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..If I could back 10 years, I'd tell myself to take up what I'm doing now earlier. I dossed around for a bit too long.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh was with a large crowd, mostly other lads. Always especially nerve wracking to approach a crowd, but once someone says yes and I'm working with the person, it's fine. If they say no, then it's worse, as the whole crowd stand and watch you wander off and you just hear 'what did she want?' as you go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm studying fine art at the Art School. I want to be a tattooist. I'd love to run my tattoo salon"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-614822814270737137?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/614822814270737137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/josh_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/614822814270737137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/614822814270737137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/josh_06.html' title='Josh'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMWGhOSLWI/AAAAAAAAB1k/yoOPc8cfd-E/s72-c/josh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-649600641795457069</id><published>2009-10-24T12:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:53:13.098Z</updated><title type='text'>Josie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMUkclrr_I/AAAAAAAAB1c/yZRBcq2hAcI/s1600-h/josie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391675795274706930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMUkclrr_I/AAAAAAAAB1c/yZRBcq2hAcI/s400/josie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I've just moved here from Northamptonshire. I love Norwich!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josie seemed very relaxed about the whole thing. I was talking with her and Rory at the same time. I asked what was one of the best decisions she'd ever made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..to be in a band I think. I play the violin and sing too. And the mandolin. It's a kind of folksy band. Rory plays the banjo and the guitar. And sings" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/elfonsomusic"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/elfonsomusic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-649600641795457069?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/649600641795457069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/josie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/649600641795457069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/649600641795457069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/josie.html' title='Josie'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMUkclrr_I/AAAAAAAAB1c/yZRBcq2hAcI/s72-c/josie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-1438491519380015999</id><published>2009-10-23T12:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:53:37.369Z</updated><title type='text'>Rory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMPyLL8InI/AAAAAAAAB1U/ZC23zOXG2Nc/s1600-h/rory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391670533563359858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMPyLL8InI/AAAAAAAAB1U/ZC23zOXG2Nc/s400/rory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..I walked naked around City College one night. Bit drunk. Messing about. But a security guard threatened to call the police.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rory was sat on some steps eating with his friend Josie. It was one of those moments when the people I am asking are looking so serious that I'm sure they are about to say no. Instead he replied 'sure!'. I felt Rory had a slight melancholy look about him, but he had a strong sense of humour and fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..I used to live in Norwich a while back but things changed for me and I made a decision to move away, that was a big decision. Back to Maidenhead. But I have come to see Josie. We're in a band together"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-1438491519380015999?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1438491519380015999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/rory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/1438491519380015999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/1438491519380015999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/rory.html' title='Rory'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMPyLL8InI/AAAAAAAAB1U/ZC23zOXG2Nc/s72-c/rory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-3508054258321581638</id><published>2009-10-22T12:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:54:06.596Z</updated><title type='text'>Steph</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMOLrQgViI/AAAAAAAAB1M/gf_dtKs_58A/s1600-h/steph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391668772645918242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMOLrQgViI/AAAAAAAAB1M/gf_dtKs_58A/s400/steph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate spiders. And clowns. Ugh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph made me laugh a lot. She was feisty and sharp. She had friends with her who stared as all this went on, but she kept her cool brilliantly. She often used 'sweet' as a word of approval. When I first asked to photograph she said 'sweet! yeah - do it!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I spilt a fish on a snooker table once. Got into trouble for it. I was crawling about in the rafters of our old garage when I was a kid and I think it was my brother who had stashed a fish in a bucket of water. And tipped over, fell down and landed on the snooker table"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-3508054258321581638?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3508054258321581638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/steph.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/3508054258321581638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/3508054258321581638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/steph.html' title='Steph'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMOLrQgViI/AAAAAAAAB1M/gf_dtKs_58A/s72-c/steph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-7777059072122336416</id><published>2009-10-21T11:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:54:27.730Z</updated><title type='text'>Clare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMGAUb0lMI/AAAAAAAAB1A/cYlbl6rt4zE/s1600-h/clare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391659781447783618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMGAUb0lMI/AAAAAAAAB1A/cYlbl6rt4zE/s400/clare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..establishing my business is the best thing I've done.." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clare was with Josh. They were looking at some market goods and she was singing away to some music that was playing. I liked how she seemed unselfconscious. She was a bit taken aback when I asked to photograph her, but then decided to have fun with it and perform a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..I'm a headhunter in architecture. I know the face doesn't fit really but that's what I do.." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..but I'm also in a band. A ska band. We're called No Doubt Tribute"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nodoubttribute.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.nodoubttribute.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-7777059072122336416?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7777059072122336416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/clare.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7777059072122336416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7777059072122336416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/clare.html' title='Clare'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMGAUb0lMI/AAAAAAAAB1A/cYlbl6rt4zE/s72-c/clare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-7062848405513270925</id><published>2009-10-20T11:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:54:51.947Z</updated><title type='text'>Josh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMDyGf_uwI/AAAAAAAAB04/oMUDrHgRkI8/s1600-h/josh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391657338165771010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMDyGf_uwI/AAAAAAAAB04/oMUDrHgRkI8/s400/josh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm a musician. I play bass guitar in a band"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh was very calm and good humoured throughout. He was walking through a local market with his friend Clare, a band member. He was wearing a hat, but Clare told him to remove it, then he felt concerned that his hair might be messed up. I thought it looked fine, but know nothing about these things of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I was brought up by my mum, a single parent.. she taught me to always be myself. And to respect women. That was a big one"&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/5030646515133472150-7062848405513270925?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7062848405513270925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/josh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7062848405513270925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7062848405513270925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/10/josh.html' title='Josh'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMDyGf_uwI/AAAAAAAAB04/oMUDrHgRkI8/s72-c/josh2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-3474350633864114570</id><published>2009-10-19T15:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:55:40.418Z</updated><title type='text'>Shawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr9-iIpoZrI/AAAAAAAAByQ/iglLFSPBYLg/s1600-h/boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386162804261152434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr9-iIpoZrI/AAAAAAAAByQ/iglLFSPBYLg/s400/boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My parents taught me to be conscientious"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shawn was incredibly calm. He may not have felt it, but he talked with me easily and was easy to photograph quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I think I'd like to jet ski, it looks like a good thing to do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...but I'm scared of injections. Pretty much anything sharp really...anything pinny..!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-3474350633864114570?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3474350633864114570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/shawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/3474350633864114570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/3474350633864114570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/shawn.html' title='Shawn'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr9-iIpoZrI/AAAAAAAAByQ/iglLFSPBYLg/s72-c/boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-4048122658690668045</id><published>2009-10-18T16:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:02:38.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Clifford</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr-BRMiKcyI/AAAAAAAAByo/9IH8nwkMeNE/s1600-h/man2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386165811780678434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr-BRMiKcyI/AAAAAAAAByo/9IH8nwkMeNE/s400/man2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"18th August 1946. The best day of my life. The day I married my wife. She hasn't changed a single little bit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clifford and his wife were together at a bus stop. They both talked to me for quite a time, though his wife did not want to be photographed (I was disappointed but understood. She had a wonderful face). As we parted he kissed my hand and gave me a Murray Mint! His wife remarked that he's always giving them to women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and we have a cross word every day. We are both about to turn 80. We argue all the time. How can we not when neither of us ever stop talking!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...I wanted to be a sailor. I dreamt of being a sailor. But my father made me join the army.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..you have to keep going, keep lively. I hurt my ankle a while back, but I just kept going on it as best I can, and it sorts itself out"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-4048122658690668045?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4048122658690668045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/clifford.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4048122658690668045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4048122658690668045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/clifford.html' title='Clifford'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr-BRMiKcyI/AAAAAAAAByo/9IH8nwkMeNE/s72-c/man2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-3766342406449775816</id><published>2009-10-17T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:03:07.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Sophie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMB6naWh2I/AAAAAAAAB0w/wMg00VvQPys/s1600-h/sophie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391655285416167266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMB6naWh2I/AAAAAAAAB0w/wMg00VvQPys/s400/sophie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm now in my GCSE year. I've no idea how it will go. Okay I think"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie was with friends, and she did very well to remain composed while they teased and made remarks. I snapped this quickly as she laughed at one of the remarks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I swam with dolphins in Florida. And one of them was a famous dolphin - the child of Flipper!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-3766342406449775816?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3766342406449775816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/sophie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/3766342406449775816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/3766342406449775816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/sophie.html' title='Sophie'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/StMB6naWh2I/AAAAAAAAB0w/wMg00VvQPys/s72-c/sophie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-8696858532146132828</id><published>2009-10-16T16:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:03:50.449Z</updated><title type='text'>Alan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr-C4v7J12I/AAAAAAAAByw/mJKW4J_4zvQ/s1600-h/man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386167590807263074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr-C4v7J12I/AAAAAAAAByw/mJKW4J_4zvQ/s400/man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..soon I'll be going to visit a man of 90. He's amazing. Inspiring. So much life in him yet. So much spirit. And he still has an eye for the ladies too" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked Alan as he came out of a shop on a high street. He was taken aback, but did agree. He was amused by it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...if I could go back to see myself at 16, I'd probably tell myself not to be quite so reckless. But I wouldn't have listened anyway. You can't put a wise head on young shouders"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-8696858532146132828?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8696858532146132828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/alan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8696858532146132828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8696858532146132828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/alan.html' title='Alan'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr-C4v7J12I/AAAAAAAAByw/mJKW4J_4zvQ/s72-c/man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-9024692138465448722</id><published>2009-10-15T10:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:04:16.673Z</updated><title type='text'>Tom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SsXG3TTVFbI/AAAAAAAAB0g/vxjJ936j3v8/s1600-h/man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387931182595118514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SsXG3TTVFbI/AAAAAAAAB0g/vxjJ936j3v8/s400/man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SsXGx_XDDKI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/aQV1mawnadk/s1600-h/man2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'd love to do a Bungee Jump. I think I could do it" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tom was working with Giles and Lynn. He understood the project and was talked into taking part by the others! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..I'm good with people I suppose. I did work as a van driver here but I do all sorts now. Multi tasking" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I went to Guatemala. I loved the culture. I loved the edginess of it. People were just walking down the street carrying pistols and guns. I'd be walking along thinking 'that man's walking straight towards me and he has a gun!'. But you had to just blend in and not draw attention to yourself. Avoid eye contact"&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/5030646515133472150-9024692138465448722?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/9024692138465448722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/9024692138465448722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/9024692138465448722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/tom.html' title='Tom'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SsXG3TTVFbI/AAAAAAAAB0g/vxjJ936j3v8/s72-c/man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2230250175645920532</id><published>2009-10-14T10:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:04:51.760Z</updated><title type='text'>Lynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SsXDKyFCjeI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/I0ssMtIL26E/s1600-h/lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387927119227686370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SsXDKyFCjeI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/I0ssMtIL26E/s400/lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just did the three peaks challenge. For the Air Ambulance. we climbed Ben Nevis, Scaffel Pike, but we couldn't climb Snowdon because of the weather, so we did a 9 mile trek instead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn was great to work with - easy to talk to. She has great determination and an openness to new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like to see my 6 year old daughter grow up happy and healthy. In that order"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..I like to try to live spontaneously. To make the best of our time. I'm going diving soon, something new to try. The other evening, I rode in someone's porsche, it was just light, a very warm evening and the roof was down. And it was just one of those amazing moments you know?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-2230250175645920532?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2230250175645920532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/lynn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2230250175645920532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2230250175645920532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/lynn.html' title='Lynn'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SsXDKyFCjeI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/I0ssMtIL26E/s72-c/lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-6686741760216413355</id><published>2009-10-13T09:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:11:52.054Z</updated><title type='text'>Laura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqdpqqaHxjI/AAAAAAAABwo/INqZm_QWxCE/s1600-h/laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379384461576619570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqdpqqaHxjI/AAAAAAAABwo/INqZm_QWxCE/s400/laura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'd like to travel the world. But by myself" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laura seemed at first fairly shy but she said herself that she's really not once you know her. It was clear she was pretty confident - self assured. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..if I travel the world by myself, I can make my own decisions. Much easier" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...I'm half Malaysian, and I loved visiting there as a child. The freedom and the culture was brilliant. I remember riding fast on my bike down a hill with no brakes" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..I'd like to be a fashion designer. Or at least something creative like that"&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-6686741760216413355?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6686741760216413355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/laura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6686741760216413355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6686741760216413355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/laura.html' title='Laura'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqdpqqaHxjI/AAAAAAAABwo/INqZm_QWxCE/s72-c/laura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-7710696677692620879</id><published>2009-10-12T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:30:20.349Z</updated><title type='text'>Asi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SnVpYBBGR1I/AAAAAAAABho/523_peFuS_8/s1600-h/Asi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365310392392632146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SnVpYBBGR1I/AAAAAAAABho/523_peFuS_8/s400/Asi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We've quite recently moved here from London. We like it here" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asi was walking with her husband and initially said no to being photographed, but it was because she misunderstood what I was asking. She turned to walk away and then turned back and asked more, and realised she would like to take part after all. I was very grateful. I talked with both of them for a while and also took a photograph of them together to send them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..I really want to become a mother. That's the next thing I'd really love to happen"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-7710696677692620879?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7710696677692620879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/07/asi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7710696677692620879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7710696677692620879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/07/asi.html' title='Asi'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SnVpYBBGR1I/AAAAAAAABho/523_peFuS_8/s72-c/Asi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2658599157696957297</id><published>2009-10-11T09:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:35:08.640Z</updated><title type='text'>Daniella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqdnKJ2ENBI/AAAAAAAABwY/NfQmjUcwV1Y/s1600-h/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379381704056386578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqdnKJ2ENBI/AAAAAAAABwY/NfQmjUcwV1Y/s400/girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm scared of failing. And I'm scared of ants"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniella was sat outside on some steps with a camera over her shoulder. She agreed because she thought the project sounded cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yesterday was one of the best days ever, I spent the whole night singing with a busker outside Costa Coffee..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...when I'm older I'd love to write books, and illustrate them too"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-2658599157696957297?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2658599157696957297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/daniella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2658599157696957297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2658599157696957297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/daniella.html' title='Daniella'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqdnKJ2ENBI/AAAAAAAABwY/NfQmjUcwV1Y/s72-c/girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-4596746423726117572</id><published>2009-10-10T09:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:38:36.585Z</updated><title type='text'>Lester</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqdoeFLvU-I/AAAAAAAABwg/ejorwBTPUWU/s1600-h/lester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379383145914127330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqdoeFLvU-I/AAAAAAAABwg/ejorwBTPUWU/s400/lester.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"my worst job ever was working at Bertram Books. I hated it" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lester has a really mischevious face. It looked even more so when I told him this. He was very relaxed about the whole process &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't know how old I was, but one of my earliest memories was hiding in a cupboard with some glow in the dark crayons" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..I work as a manager in a mobile phone shop now...dealing with the public isn't always easy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-4596746423726117572?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4596746423726117572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/lester_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4596746423726117572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4596746423726117572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/lester_02.html' title='Lester'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqdoeFLvU-I/AAAAAAAABwg/ejorwBTPUWU/s72-c/lester.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-3568345064211492254</id><published>2009-10-09T21:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:06:32.565Z</updated><title type='text'>Mike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SlZZzgaBj2I/AAAAAAAABa0/r0lUGTg9lDA/s1600-h/mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356567548211072866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SlZZzgaBj2I/AAAAAAAABa0/r0lUGTg9lDA/s400/mike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My daughter being born was the best moment of my life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike was in no doubt about that and there was no hesitation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was sat in his van in a supermarket carpark - doing his job. He repairs chips in car windscreens - while you wait. On a gloomy wet day, there was a quiet moment, so I approached and asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"She's 15 now. They know it all then don't they? And the way things are now...so different...with facebook and all that.... when I was that age it used to be that if there was a problem it was just two or three of you and you'd sort it out face to face kind of thing, now it gets so widespread, with the internet. Much bigger. But that's how it is for them now. No point fighting it...!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-3568345064211492254?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3568345064211492254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/07/mike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/3568345064211492254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/3568345064211492254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/07/mike.html' title='Mike'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SlZZzgaBj2I/AAAAAAAABa0/r0lUGTg9lDA/s72-c/mike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-7534949626174767077</id><published>2009-10-08T09:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:11:41.993Z</updated><title type='text'>Manuel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SriNT8TJ7lI/AAAAAAAAByA/E_WuJ6Mj3wc/s1600-h/manuel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384208728264928850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SriNT8TJ7lI/AAAAAAAAByA/E_WuJ6Mj3wc/s400/manuel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..the best thing that ever happened to me was being born"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manuel worried that he doesn't photograph well, and seemed relieved when I told him he didn't need to smile. He was sat on some steps, staring into space, resting a while and I liked the look of his face, so told him not to change anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..my family still live in Portugal. I see them every year....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..I work in a bar...I would love to be a scientist"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-7534949626174767077?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7534949626174767077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/manuel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7534949626174767077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7534949626174767077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/manuel.html' title='Manuel'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SriNT8TJ7lI/AAAAAAAAByA/E_WuJ6Mj3wc/s72-c/manuel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-3677005726667354204</id><published>2009-10-07T09:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:18:36.808Z</updated><title type='text'>Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sp4v--dpnNI/AAAAAAAABwI/L4h-JYntXRM/s1600-h/lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376787764092706002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sp4v--dpnNI/AAAAAAAABwI/L4h-JYntXRM/s400/lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...the best moment of my life ever was getting married to the man I love in Barbados.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa was sitting on a bench with her two children, who were alternately coming to her for cuddles, so I quickly snapped in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..for a large part of the children's lives, we lived in Asia. It was a great experience for them. Really they've travelled all over the world. It felt like everyone knew us!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-3677005726667354204?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3677005726667354204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/lisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/3677005726667354204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/3677005726667354204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/lisa.html' title='Lisa'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sp4v--dpnNI/AAAAAAAABwI/L4h-JYntXRM/s72-c/lisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2741612478120617600</id><published>2009-10-06T21:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:18:03.729Z</updated><title type='text'>Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqwGQLBOS7I/AAAAAAAABw4/27QV8Ci3yRc/s1600-h/sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380682529706494898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqwGQLBOS7I/AAAAAAAABw4/27QV8Ci3yRc/s400/sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I love it here, especially since I found a church that I love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I very much enjoyed Sarah's energy. She was vibrant and positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"my parents always taught me that what you put in is what you get out. You have to work at it. That's stayed with me. And my two sisters"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm studying bio-medicine. The university hospital here is great for learning!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-2741612478120617600?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2741612478120617600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/sarah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2741612478120617600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2741612478120617600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/sarah.html' title='Sarah'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqwGQLBOS7I/AAAAAAAABw4/27QV8Ci3yRc/s72-c/sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-8591948444247787795</id><published>2009-10-05T10:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:06:05.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Giles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SsXCjocjCGI/AAAAAAAAB0I/FYTcmlHpUNw/s1600-h/giles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387926446627031138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SsXCjocjCGI/AAAAAAAAB0I/FYTcmlHpUNw/s400/giles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I grew up in Swaziland. Didn't move to the UK until I was 17 years old. Yes, it was a culture shock" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Giles was working at a local farm shop and agreed, along with his colleagues to take part in the project, and one by one, they sat around a table outside and let me take their photographs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"...school was very draconian. One of the biggest things I remember is being beaten just for having untidy handwriting. But I refused to bend over, I just stood and said no. So I got hit on the hand instead.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"..best decision I ever made was getting married.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-8591948444247787795?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8591948444247787795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/giles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8591948444247787795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8591948444247787795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/giles.html' title='Giles'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SsXCjocjCGI/AAAAAAAAB0I/FYTcmlHpUNw/s72-c/giles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-3187109104360703454</id><published>2009-10-04T09:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:56:41.715Z</updated><title type='text'>Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SriLybvr9UI/AAAAAAAABx4/g_Ty4TPGDjQ/s1600-h/Sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384207053078918466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SriLybvr9UI/AAAAAAAABx4/g_Ty4TPGDjQ/s400/Sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..my friend and I were bored one day. So we dressed up as superheros and scooted along the street.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam was waiting for two friends. They arrived as I took her photograph and joked that they can't leave her alone for a moment without her getting into something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..my friends are important to me. The best decision I made was coming to Uni. I'm studying a BA in textiles. I'd love to maybe work in theatre..costume making.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-3187109104360703454?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3187109104360703454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/sam.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/3187109104360703454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/3187109104360703454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/sam.html' title='Sam'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SriLybvr9UI/AAAAAAAABx4/g_Ty4TPGDjQ/s72-c/Sam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-8323127062239498729</id><published>2009-10-03T09:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:25:15.684+01:00</updated><title type='text'>David</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sqds3CtipbI/AAAAAAAABww/7XYklIplOrY/s1600-h/david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379387972793836978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sqds3CtipbI/AAAAAAAABww/7XYklIplOrY/s400/david.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I went to teach in a school in Kenya. In the slums of Mombasa. It was the best experience. It was life changing" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David was accosted by me as he walked out of a theatre. He was totally calm as I flustered about trying to work quickly as I assumed he was in a hurry. He told me he wasn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'd love to fly in a hot air balloon. That would be good" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"fears....? I guess losing my sanity...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-8323127062239498729?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8323127062239498729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/david.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8323127062239498729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8323127062239498729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/david.html' title='David'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sqds3CtipbI/AAAAAAAABww/7XYklIplOrY/s72-c/david.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-6451811920714272361</id><published>2009-10-02T09:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:59:29.579+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SsXK_ssQftI/AAAAAAAAB0o/OX_hKjH_ads/s1600-h/lucy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387935724896026322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SsXK_ssQftI/AAAAAAAAB0o/OX_hKjH_ads/s400/lucy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I've always wanted to go on a balloon ride, and next week I am!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucy was in the shop that she runs, so I quickly took her photograph in the doorway and talked briefly with her between customers! I was very grateful to her for saying yes, she was taken aback that some people say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"the balloon ride is a birthday present. I can't wait! Hope the weather stays good though!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...I loved Toronto. I took a trip there. It was beautiful. And Niagra.."&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/5030646515133472150-6451811920714272361?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6451811920714272361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/lucy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6451811920714272361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6451811920714272361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/lucy.html' title='Lucy'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SsXK_ssQftI/AAAAAAAAB0o/OX_hKjH_ads/s72-c/lucy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-6107649826651929424</id><published>2009-10-01T09:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:53:35.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SriKVX8FCSI/AAAAAAAABxw/atTBvRy9Gdk/s1600-h/andy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384205454329317666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SriKVX8FCSI/AAAAAAAABxw/atTBvRy9Gdk/s400/andy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I've been working here for over 30 years now. It works for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andy was busy working on a leather item, his stall was full of all the leather items he makes. Purses and bags, all sorts, all colours. And also some paperback books....piled up in neat piles on the ground...that I knocked over while taking his photograph. He was so gracious and kind about it, refusing to let me help pick them up (probably not least because he worried what else I'd damage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I did work as a school teacher for a while - 3 years. A long time ago. That didn't work for me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-6107649826651929424?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6107649826651929424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/andy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6107649826651929424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6107649826651929424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/andy.html' title='Andy'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SriKVX8FCSI/AAAAAAAABxw/atTBvRy9Gdk/s72-c/andy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-6578796684178646007</id><published>2009-09-30T09:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:57:31.863Z</updated><title type='text'>David</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sh12YnO5AVI/AAAAAAAABJY/dK8ElL7LmWY/s1600-h/man3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340554898351653202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sh12YnO5AVI/AAAAAAAABJY/dK8ElL7LmWY/s400/man3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, course you can!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David said this cheerfully and with great kindness. Throughout the photographs and conversation, this is what came across most strongly - that he is a very kind person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm a sales manager. But business is not great, it really doesn't seem to be for anyone right now.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..one of the bravest most frightening things I ever had to do was to fight off an angry dog that was attacking my son. It went for him as he was riding his bike. It was terrifying actually"&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-6578796684178646007?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6578796684178646007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/05/david.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6578796684178646007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6578796684178646007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/05/david.html' title='David'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sh12YnO5AVI/AAAAAAAABJY/dK8ElL7LmWY/s72-c/man3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2249828477669037094</id><published>2009-09-29T22:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:30:52.499Z</updated><title type='text'>Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SkvWkoriJBI/AAAAAAAABR0/7PPizHMu7kQ/s1600-h/sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353608506943611922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SkvWkoriJBI/AAAAAAAABR0/7PPizHMu7kQ/s400/sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The list of things I'd love to do is just too long!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sarah kindly stepped out of the bright sunlight into the dappled shade, on a very hot day, to let me take her picture. She is very bright yet self effacing and easy to spend time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'd like to write a book. It would be non-fiction, probably something about foreign travel, international development, hard to explain, but it's one of my interests..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"..one of the most striking moments in my life was when I was staying in India. The contrast between rich and poor was staggering. Near a hotel, that was made into a kind of palace, just outside the amazing gates the scene changed and it was poverty. It felt very uncomfortable. And humbling. Actually that experience has affected my whole life since, and the decisions I've made.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-2249828477669037094?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2249828477669037094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/06/sarah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2249828477669037094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2249828477669037094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/06/sarah.html' title='Sarah'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SkvWkoriJBI/AAAAAAAABR0/7PPizHMu7kQ/s72-c/sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2527298653691366359</id><published>2009-09-28T21:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:12:28.305Z</updated><title type='text'>Blamtina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SkfO83uS77I/AAAAAAAABQk/vjMyb3KVbO4/s1600-h/Blamtina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352474227298725810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SkfO83uS77I/AAAAAAAABQk/vjMyb3KVbO4/s400/Blamtina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I most remember having my mother read my stories..it's a shame that not so many mums read stories now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blamtina was very amused and slightly embarrassed about being photographed. Her little daughter in a buggy helped keep the whole thing light hearted with her merry chatter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I live in Leeds but am visiting. I like it here. I came to Leeds from Zimbabwe to study. I studied Business Management. I do miss Zimbabwe though...!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-2527298653691366359?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2527298653691366359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/06/blamtina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2527298653691366359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2527298653691366359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/06/blamtina.html' title='Blamtina'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SkfO83uS77I/AAAAAAAABQk/vjMyb3KVbO4/s72-c/Blamtina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-7872423028503045107</id><published>2009-09-27T09:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:07:05.252Z</updated><title type='text'>Simon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sm6yRJ4de_I/AAAAAAAABg8/U0_mfjelxn8/s1600-h/man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363420214025092082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sm6yRJ4de_I/AAAAAAAABg8/U0_mfjelxn8/s400/man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"oh alright. Go on then" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt rather guilty photographing Simon, as I felt he wasn't at all sure about it, despite saying yes quickly. He looked momentarily very relaxed just as I took the photograph, but he seemed by nature very shy and quite private. So I worked especially quickly and we didn't talk long. I was especially grateful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I think contentment is the most important thing to me. Music is a big part of my life, always has been...I play the violin..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-7872423028503045107?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7872423028503045107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/07/simon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7872423028503045107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7872423028503045107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/07/simon.html' title='Simon'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sm6yRJ4de_I/AAAAAAAABg8/U0_mfjelxn8/s72-c/man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2327662271356045673</id><published>2009-09-26T21:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:09:28.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chanel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SpmP2z7xfLI/AAAAAAAABvY/QUaML4T7pGw/s1600-h/chanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375485802060020914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SpmP2z7xfLI/AAAAAAAABvY/QUaML4T7pGw/s400/chanel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SpmL_qpJlnI/AAAAAAAABvA/Ic_dlroTJ1M/s1600-h/chanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“the most important lesson my parents taught me….was probably how to use a knife and fork”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed out loud at this reply, I enjoyed Chanel's sense of humour very much. She was stood with some friend's and they also enjoyed it. She was quietly spoken, but I suspect could be fairly outspoken if the need arose! She seemed pretty strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m good at drawing. And I’d like to be a famous actress”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“..I’d like to go to Egypt too!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-2327662271356045673?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2327662271356045673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/chanel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2327662271356045673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2327662271356045673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/chanel.html' title='Chanel'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SpmP2z7xfLI/AAAAAAAABvY/QUaML4T7pGw/s72-c/chanel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-3952779464828251258</id><published>2009-09-25T20:54:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:54:39.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr_D0_kBZdI/AAAAAAAABzg/isoKuJldC60/s1600-h/bruce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386238994541536722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr_D0_kBZdI/AAAAAAAABzg/isoKuJldC60/s400/bruce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I trained as teacher originally, and did teach for a bit. But it was all a bit too structured for me. I have worked as a builder for 30 years instead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruce was very patient, but a little baffled by my questions. When I asked if he'd ever done anything outrageous, he struggled to think of an example and wasn't interested in some of the examples given by his wife and daughter! He found it easier to think about what he still wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'd like to go gliding, I'd like to go in a glider" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...but I'd hate to be in a submarine.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-3952779464828251258?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3952779464828251258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/bruce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/3952779464828251258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/3952779464828251258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/bruce.html' title='Bruce'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr_D0_kBZdI/AAAAAAAABzg/isoKuJldC60/s72-c/bruce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-4078114644777934258</id><published>2009-09-24T20:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:53:44.009+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr_B7HXeDRI/AAAAAAAABzY/22p3Oj7yBZk/s1600-h/jen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386236900692331794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr_B7HXeDRI/AAAAAAAABzY/22p3Oj7yBZk/s400/jen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was a precocious child really. Not in a good way either. I was unkind to my brother"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised at this, as Jen seemed far from like this now, difficult to ever imagine her being unkind. She was great to work with and interested in the project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I most remember moving house when I was a child. I was 6 years old. And it was the same day as Charles and Diana's wedding"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-4078114644777934258?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4078114644777934258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/jen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4078114644777934258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4078114644777934258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/jen.html' title='Jen'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr_B7HXeDRI/AAAAAAAABzY/22p3Oj7yBZk/s72-c/jen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-8026871909230276192</id><published>2009-09-23T20:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:48:56.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr_BfOwbxZI/AAAAAAAABzQ/0zdOqIplMP8/s1600-h/barbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386236421639751058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr_BfOwbxZI/AAAAAAAABzQ/0zdOqIplMP8/s400/barbs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"my earliest memory is of sitting on a patterned rug in my Nan's garden" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barbs was a lot less than thrilled at being photographed, but said yes out of kindness. Provided she could tell me to remove it if she hated it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..when I was a child, I used to wander the neighbourhood and knock on people's doors - asking "can I come and watch your telly?' My sister used to have to come and find me and bring me back"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-8026871909230276192?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8026871909230276192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/barbs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8026871909230276192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8026871909230276192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/barbs.html' title='Barbs'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr_BfOwbxZI/AAAAAAAABzQ/0zdOqIplMP8/s72-c/barbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-4353547226037406782</id><published>2009-09-22T17:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:44:54.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr-PH0ej6xI/AAAAAAAABzI/XybHPGbCF_s/s1600-h/boy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386181043867085586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr-PH0ej6xI/AAAAAAAABzI/XybHPGbCF_s/s400/boy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"probably the best thing that's happened, for me, is meeting Rosie"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked especially quickly with Sam, as he doesn't hugely enjoy being photographed. He found talking easier. He spoke very honestly and the way he described things made me smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I remember going to see a punk band live. A huge gig. I was so caught up in the whole thing, and seeing them arrive on the stage, and being there, and all of that, that I actually kind of cried! Which felt odd, not what I expected, but it was so powerful. The band were called Rancid!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-4353547226037406782?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4353547226037406782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/sam_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4353547226037406782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4353547226037406782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/sam_21.html' title='Sam'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr-PH0ej6xI/AAAAAAAABzI/XybHPGbCF_s/s72-c/boy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-8969475711946499209</id><published>2009-09-21T16:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:05:25.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr-LOCEGLQI/AAAAAAAABzA/16tSNDTpPi0/s1600-h/joel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386176752546884866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr-LOCEGLQI/AAAAAAAABzA/16tSNDTpPi0/s400/joel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I've learnt most of all to enjoy the life you are given"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe talked to me about his work with young offenders. I imagined that he was skilled at this, as he not only had a great sense of humour, but also a healthy respect for those he worked closely with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do enjoy my work. I was very proud because artwork produced by those I worked with won The Koestler Awards - these are awards given to artworks created by offenders and prisoners"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd love to Scuba Dive, just to experience..what that must be like. But I'd hate to be locked in a cage with rats!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-8969475711946499209?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8969475711946499209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/joe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8969475711946499209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8969475711946499209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/joe.html' title='Joe'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr-LOCEGLQI/AAAAAAAABzA/16tSNDTpPi0/s72-c/joel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-8576767170905852407</id><published>2009-09-20T16:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:55:33.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr-Kzpec3aI/AAAAAAAABy4/-Om79lHnnEs/s1600-h/rosie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386176299269938594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr-Kzpec3aI/AAAAAAAABy4/-Om79lHnnEs/s400/rosie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I worked in Romania, in the orphanages..I think I do talk about it a lot though!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rosie remarked that her boyfriend takes the mickey out of her whenever she mentions the work she did there, so feels like she should shut about it. But I did want to know more and so asked. And it had clearly made quite an impact on her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..some of the children were moved on, those who were HIV positive. One little boy, I wish I could remember his name, no idea why I can't now. Anyway, he was deaf..and I taught him some signs. Then I didn't see him for a long time. And when we met again, he remembered them"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-8576767170905852407?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8576767170905852407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/rosie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8576767170905852407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8576767170905852407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/rosie.html' title='Rosie'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr-Kzpec3aI/AAAAAAAABy4/-Om79lHnnEs/s72-c/rosie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-8901326063127261621</id><published>2009-09-19T10:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:30:19.937+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Berris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SnauFTBGMZI/AAAAAAAABiA/ZX66f4e_9j0/s1600-h/man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365667412085977490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SnauFTBGMZI/AAAAAAAABiA/ZX66f4e_9j0/s400/man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"what gets me through is looking forward to tomorrow" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berris had a look of fantasy about him, quite captivating. And it was about more than his large beard and floaty hair. His manner and his words had the same air about them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In 1964, I had a terrible head injury. I was travelling on a scooter, leaving one girlfriend to go to visit another....and I was wearing a very good protective helmet, But I was knocked off. Cut my head right from here (pointing at top) right to the back . I was told in 1999 that maybe I could just about consider myself recovered from the shock of it. It was too big to ignore. I have memory problems and my speech is slow. It was life changing, but I don't think who I am changed. The me is just the same. I get lost all the time, but I rather enjoy it! People always help. It was a worry when I travelled around on my trips. I worried that the coach might leave without me for instance, if I wandered. It would have been very awkward being left in Russia. But it never did" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...I paint. Really I should be painting....I'd love to travel to the Far East. I loved Istanbul. My mother grew up there. I never went as a child, but when I did go, it felt strangely like home"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-8901326063127261621?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8901326063127261621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/berris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8901326063127261621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8901326063127261621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/berris.html' title='Berris'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SnauFTBGMZI/AAAAAAAABiA/ZX66f4e_9j0/s72-c/man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-5756504780382029325</id><published>2009-09-18T16:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:35:54.096Z</updated><title type='text'>Alison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SgrqiWk9ulI/AAAAAAAABGQ/xErHJDY3Gh8/s1600-h/alison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335334584470846034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SgrqiWk9ulI/AAAAAAAABGQ/xErHJDY3Gh8/s400/alison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The bravest thing I ever did was ask my boyfriend out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison was very gracious about being photographed. Somehow I thought she'd say no, but it was no problem at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a barrister. I had to study hard and for quite a long time. It's okay. It pays the bills"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of our conversation, Alison said she'd love to go to Italy one day. This is the third time in one week that Italy has come up in a conversation with people on the street!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-5756504780382029325?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5756504780382029325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/05/alison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/5756504780382029325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/5756504780382029325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/05/alison.html' title='Alison'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SgrqiWk9ulI/AAAAAAAABGQ/xErHJDY3Gh8/s72-c/alison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2516062323808822366</id><published>2009-09-17T16:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:13:05.362+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr-AzS-8cBI/AAAAAAAAByg/rgtKBGqA9oM/s1600-h/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386165298115932178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr-AzS-8cBI/AAAAAAAAByg/rgtKBGqA9oM/s400/girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr-AvQXn2xI/AAAAAAAAByY/cMir5QAHyks/s1600-h/Sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I went to Bulgaria, with family and friends. I loved it. It was friendly..and it was cheap too" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although Sam agreed, she was a little wary of the whole thing. She was fine once she felt clear what it was all about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm really really terrible at lying. My parents taught me never to lie and I'm really bad at it anyway!"&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/5030646515133472150-2516062323808822366?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2516062323808822366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/sam_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2516062323808822366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2516062323808822366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/sam_17.html' title='Sam'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr-AzS-8cBI/AAAAAAAAByg/rgtKBGqA9oM/s72-c/girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-4467033411175997587</id><published>2009-09-16T09:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:13:44.391+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SpFIEgkq6PI/AAAAAAAABuI/hEMePwumLWE/s1600-h/ricky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373155072730130674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SpFIEgkq6PI/AAAAAAAABuI/hEMePwumLWE/s400/ricky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“a journey I make almost every day is from Yarmouth to Norwich. I work in drainage works”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky agreed as long as he didn’t have to move from where he was sitting! He was very cheerful and easy to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I did a parachute jump once. It was amazing! We had 5,000 feet of freefall too. Absolutely brilliant!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-4467033411175997587?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4467033411175997587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/ricky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4467033411175997587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4467033411175997587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/ricky.html' title='Ricky'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SpFIEgkq6PI/AAAAAAAABuI/hEMePwumLWE/s72-c/ricky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-1285821430963844588</id><published>2009-09-15T10:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:41:59.065+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr3heaEjXlI/AAAAAAAAByI/B43aTOsG2e8/s1600-h/emma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385708641915723346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr3heaEjXlI/AAAAAAAAByI/B43aTOsG2e8/s400/emma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm Emma Elizabeth. I'm from Derbyshire really. And sometimes the Derbyshire in me comes out - you know?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma was incredibly funny. She would say something mischevious to me and then follow it with a playful punch on my arm - I almost felt bruised by the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I worked at Pleasley Vale Mills in Derbyshire for years. I'm 80 now you know. It was on the telly, that Most Haunted programme. Years ago, if the girls didn't work hard enough, they would get taken to the top tower bit and pushed off and were killed! I didn't know that when I worked there. I'd have worked a bit harder if I did - just incase you know! ha!" (punch..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I loved my grandma, she brought me up really. My dad did show me once where my parents conceived me. In an orchard 'in there you were made' he said. I think now - blimey, no wonder I'm fruity!" (punch...)"&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-1285821430963844588?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1285821430963844588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/emma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/1285821430963844588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/1285821430963844588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/emma.html' title='Emma'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sr3heaEjXlI/AAAAAAAAByI/B43aTOsG2e8/s72-c/emma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-4333166447411132444</id><published>2009-09-14T10:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:13:21.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SfcmgZuPpbI/AAAAAAAAA-o/R6Bl30NjmAM/s1600-h/bob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329771022118790578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SfcmgZuPpbI/AAAAAAAAA-o/R6Bl30NjmAM/s400/bob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I suppose you want me to take my sunglasses off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did ask Bob to remove this shades, mainly to avoid a reflection of me taking his picture! Instead we have a reflection of City Hall!&lt;br /&gt;I spotted Bob with some other bikers. Quite a burly bunch. I had to take a bit of a gulp before approaching but they were all very friendly. And amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I'm not on my bike, I'm an HGV driver.......when you have been doing this a while, you know the best way to live on the road, the best places to stop and to eat....some are much better than others"&lt;/span&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/5030646515133472150-4333166447411132444?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4333166447411132444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/04/bob_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4333166447411132444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4333166447411132444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/04/bob_28.html' title='Bob'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SfcmgZuPpbI/AAAAAAAAA-o/R6Bl30NjmAM/s72-c/bob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-7100211070477315987</id><published>2009-09-13T09:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:37:37.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sp4uePXRnwI/AAAAAAAABwA/qcbOowur-XM/s1600-h/lesley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376786102182059778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sp4uePXRnwI/AAAAAAAABwA/qcbOowur-XM/s400/lesley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..that woman recently that had the social services on to her because she smacked her son for swearing at her. That's mad. If I'd sworn at my mum, I'd not have hit the ground for 50 yards.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesley was a little cautious about being photographed but decided he didn't care actually, as having no computer meant he'd never see the image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...it's gone too far the other way, kids don't know where they're at now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..my niece came to visit from Canada. I hadn't seen her for years and years, thought I never would again. Such precious times. And she still recognised me straight away, so I can't be ageing too badly. I think how you age and how you look has to do with how you think about things. People are always grumbling about little things, you have to just let it go.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-7100211070477315987?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7100211070477315987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/lesley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7100211070477315987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7100211070477315987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/lesley.html' title='Lesley'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sp4uePXRnwI/AAAAAAAABwA/qcbOowur-XM/s72-c/lesley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-7927583217476473924</id><published>2009-09-12T09:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:39:49.440Z</updated><title type='text'>Lucy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sj9GGRN_HwI/AAAAAAAABPc/tMsDbduu1F4/s1600-h/lucy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350071955854663426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sj9GGRN_HwI/AAAAAAAABPc/tMsDbduu1F4/s400/lucy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"One day I want to run my own festivals"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lucy is studying travel and tourism at college and has very definite plans and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm proud of myself for getting back to college. I'm enjoying it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy was initially concerned that she had nothing to say, but actually it was fine. She was easy to talk with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I remember as a child being taken to the hospital to see my little brother and sister, twins, just after they were born. I was only two years old, but I do remember being lifted up to see them in the little cots. I was so excited"&lt;/span&gt;&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/5030646515133472150-7927583217476473924?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7927583217476473924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/06/lucy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7927583217476473924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7927583217476473924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/06/lucy.html' title='Lucy'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sj9GGRN_HwI/AAAAAAAABPc/tMsDbduu1F4/s72-c/lucy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-5236370713018039583</id><published>2009-09-11T22:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:53:29.892+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SrFeDfHaugI/AAAAAAAABxo/75GyKIurvbo/s1600-h/rob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382186443669682690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SrFeDfHaugI/AAAAAAAABxo/75GyKIurvbo/s400/rob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's weird, I hardly remember anything from before I was 10, apart from hurting myself at nursery school one time. I think the rest of it was happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rob was incredibly easy going and interested in the project. When people understand the project quickly, it makes the process very straightforward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..I think the bravest thing I ever did was probably buying a one way ticket to Katmandu with my wife, before we had children. We lived there for three years. We did a tefal course, and worked out there"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-5236370713018039583?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5236370713018039583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/rob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/5236370713018039583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/5236370713018039583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/rob.html' title='Rob'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SrFeDfHaugI/AAAAAAAABxo/75GyKIurvbo/s72-c/rob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-564836401450302111</id><published>2009-09-10T22:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:46:42.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SrFcffPrFPI/AAAAAAAABxg/E0MMQOWe67g/s1600-h/gill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382184725717390578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SrFcffPrFPI/AAAAAAAABxg/E0MMQOWe67g/s400/gill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'd love to go to Rome, to watch opera at the big theatre there"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was extremely grateful when Gill agreed - as I knew she was saying yes really to help me out rather than out of any desire to be photographed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Family is most important to me I think...and being healthy...it's lovely and I feel so lucky that both my daughters are living nearby. They've both travelled all over different parts of the world and yet they now both live nearby, I sometimes can't believe it really!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-564836401450302111?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/564836401450302111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/gill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/564836401450302111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/564836401450302111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/gill.html' title='Gill'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SrFcffPrFPI/AAAAAAAABxg/E0MMQOWe67g/s72-c/gill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-6749084816880184740</id><published>2009-09-09T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:10:09.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqwMTnHsc0I/AAAAAAAABxY/hZUrDra1GRY/s1600-h/scott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380689185859203906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqwMTnHsc0I/AAAAAAAABxY/hZUrDra1GRY/s400/scott.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to have a career in dance. I run my own dance company. Hip Hop. Street. That sort of thing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a moment when I nearly made a bad mistake, I actually wrote 'darts' in my little notebook. Thankfully I realised I might have misheard as it somehow didn't fit with what I saw stood before me, and I corrected it to 'dance'. Scott is very tall, and very striking. His face has such strong structure. Yet his personality couldn't have been more gentle and unassuming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I spent two amazing weeks in South Africa. Table Mountian was amazing. I loved it there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I grew up in a town, but when I remember back then, I loved staying in the country with my nan"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-6749084816880184740?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6749084816880184740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/scott.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6749084816880184740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6749084816880184740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/scott.html' title='Scott'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqwMTnHsc0I/AAAAAAAABxY/hZUrDra1GRY/s72-c/scott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-8479192292728849136</id><published>2009-09-08T21:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:00:38.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Michala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqwKOFpAMII/AAAAAAAABxQ/dTGvqKBipzI/s1600-h/michala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380686891949502594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqwKOFpAMII/AAAAAAAABxQ/dTGvqKBipzI/s400/michala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I remember my nana dying. I was 3. I found her. I walked in and just said 'what's wrong with nana?' and she was just dead in her chair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything Michala said intrigued me and made me smile, even this story. As she talked further, it was clear she had made peace with the event and remembers it with the same fond humour that she remembers her nana with. She told me everything in a matter of fact fashion, but not at all lacking in sensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I lived with her. And my dad - he was in the army. I loved her. She had had breast cancer and she had false breasts. And I used to carry them around in a basket when she wasn't wearing them, It was just how things were. It was all fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...I work part time as I have a 12 year old daughter. That's all going fine. She's great"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-8479192292728849136?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8479192292728849136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/michala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8479192292728849136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8479192292728849136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/michala.html' title='Michala'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqwKOFpAMII/AAAAAAAABxQ/dTGvqKBipzI/s72-c/michala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-7014988840767276759</id><published>2009-09-07T21:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:03:51.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chadd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqwI-G8FViI/AAAAAAAABxI/yI4neuIIWjY/s1600-h/chadd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380685517908432418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqwI-G8FViI/AAAAAAAABxI/yI4neuIIWjY/s400/chadd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I remember destroying my toys. It was a phase really. I just liked breaking things apart. Sometimes using my dad's bolt cutters if I could get them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chadd was a little embarrassed but completely co-operative. He had a good understanding of himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..I hated school. Didn't suit me at all. Work does. Just getting on with it, doing stuff. Especially engineering, works well for me. The way school was didn't work for me at all"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-7014988840767276759?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7014988840767276759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/chadd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7014988840767276759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7014988840767276759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/chadd.html' title='Chadd'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqwI-G8FViI/AAAAAAAABxI/yI4neuIIWjY/s72-c/chadd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-7359281178534615189</id><published>2009-09-06T21:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:47:05.411+01:00</updated><title type='text'>David</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqwHf9nSaFI/AAAAAAAABxA/6-Itjm8ThNw/s1600-h/david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380683900497586258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqwHf9nSaFI/AAAAAAAABxA/6-Itjm8ThNw/s400/david.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I loved a trip I had to America. The East Coast"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David was sitting quietly smoking a cigarette outside his workplace. He was calm and good humoured as I approached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..best day of my life was getting married. I'm divorced now, but it was still the best day. It doesn't take that away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..I've worked in retail all my life. Even at school I wanted to work in retail, but I just work part time now. You have to slow down a bit eventually"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-7359281178534615189?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7359281178534615189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/david_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7359281178534615189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7359281178534615189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/09/david_06.html' title='David'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SqwHf9nSaFI/AAAAAAAABxA/6-Itjm8ThNw/s72-c/david.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-5186864232239345956</id><published>2009-09-05T09:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:19:59.941Z</updated><title type='text'>Alexandra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sou9Yq3UkEI/AAAAAAAABsw/v26VVeZBckY/s1600-h/alexandra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371595212090282050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sou9Yq3UkEI/AAAAAAAABsw/v26VVeZBckY/s400/alexandra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I’m relaxed. I like music. Normal teen stuff really...and to go to gigs”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alexandra was one of those incredibly easy people to photograph. She remained completely composed and chilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“..I think I’d like to travel the world one day”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“..and my advice to the world would be...forgive and forget!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-5186864232239345956?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5186864232239345956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/alexandra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/5186864232239345956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/5186864232239345956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/alexandra.html' title='Alexandra'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sou9Yq3UkEI/AAAAAAAABsw/v26VVeZBckY/s72-c/alexandra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-8323579832807121594</id><published>2009-09-04T09:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:20:41.739Z</updated><title type='text'>Marco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sou6-HLut2I/AAAAAAAABsg/d2Ee4Q9FpVU/s1600-h/marco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371592556812351330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sou6-HLut2I/AAAAAAAABsg/d2Ee4Q9FpVU/s400/marco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m part Scottish. People are always surprised to hear that. Half Scottish, Half Italian”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco spoke of what a mix it was having one parent from Glasgow and one from Italy and that nobody ever really believes the Scottish part! He was bewildered by some of the BBC voices questions from the clipboard Hugo carried - including 'who would you like to buy ice cream for?' - so he just pointed to my son and remarked 'that kid there - Alfie'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“..I want to be a game keeper one day”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-8323579832807121594?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8323579832807121594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/marco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8323579832807121594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8323579832807121594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/marco.html' title='Marco'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sou6-HLut2I/AAAAAAAABsg/d2Ee4Q9FpVU/s72-c/marco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-4981730398725481616</id><published>2009-09-03T21:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:44:20.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'>David</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SpmKKCd-G3I/AAAAAAAABu4/GFZ0zvZ5sN0/s1600-h/davidrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375479535309298546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SpmKKCd-G3I/AAAAAAAABu4/GFZ0zvZ5sN0/s400/davidrs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, go on then, take my photograph, anything for a bit of fame!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David was walking through The Forum in Norwich, looking at the exhibition there when I approached. He was totally bewildered at first, but readily agreed after a little chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm here today looking up my family history, I'm actually living in The Midlands now.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When David talked about his childhood, his face softened and he smiled gently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...there are so many good childhood memories....I have so many... I remember sliding down the firemans pole when I was about 6, my dad worked as a fireman during the war. I lived in Beccles then"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-4981730398725481616?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4981730398725481616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/david.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4981730398725481616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4981730398725481616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/david.html' title='David'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SpmKKCd-G3I/AAAAAAAABu4/GFZ0zvZ5sN0/s72-c/davidrs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2606901602869133531</id><published>2009-09-02T11:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:47:12.067+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stewart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SntYVBFIhxI/AAAAAAAABjU/QsECMBlPyso/s1600-h/stewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366980499032540946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SntYVBFIhxI/AAAAAAAABjU/QsECMBlPyso/s400/stewart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I was a good kid. School was alright too" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stewart was very easy to talk with, despite being with a group of friends who could have easily made him feel very self-conscious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'm training to work on aircraft. And I've got a motorbike. I've got too much to lose to ever get into trouble. I'm busy doing all sorts. I work as an athletic coach with disabled children too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-2606901602869133531?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2606901602869133531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/stewart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2606901602869133531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2606901602869133531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/stewart.html' title='Stewart'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SntYVBFIhxI/AAAAAAAABjU/QsECMBlPyso/s72-c/stewart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-6493514899793991762</id><published>2009-09-01T20:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:10:31.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Corinne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SjFgyZINf1I/AAAAAAAABNs/KnMux76YEgs/s1600-h/corinne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346160651520540498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SjFgyZINf1I/AAAAAAAABNs/KnMux76YEgs/s400/corinne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I'm frightened of spiders...when they land on me" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corinne agreed to be photographed. I asked her in the middle of a very bright sunny car park, not the best setting, but she agreed to walk a little way towards some shrubs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm most proud of my children. I'm most afraid of dying before my children..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and I'd love to climb Mount Kilimanjaro!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-6493514899793991762?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6493514899793991762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/05/corinne_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6493514899793991762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6493514899793991762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/05/corinne_25.html' title='Corinne'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SjFgyZINf1I/AAAAAAAABNs/KnMux76YEgs/s72-c/corinne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-3967682970207167673</id><published>2009-08-31T09:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:55:24.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sp4xgcBFEeI/AAAAAAAABwQ/GA98NouJEX4/s1600-h/man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376789438473245154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sp4xgcBFEeI/AAAAAAAABwQ/GA98NouJEX4/s400/man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...although I miss Barbara so much...it's also changed the person I was.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky told me what had been happening with him. I was not only touched by his story but also that he trusted me with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...I lost my long term partner to cancer quite recently. It's a huge loss. But it's opened up another side of me too. Things that used to seem a big deal just aren't anymore, if you know what I mean... everything is different... I have more patience...more tolerance yes.  I was never an unkind person, but even with my grandchildren it's different, I'm better with them. I take better care of myself too. More exercise, more respect..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-3967682970207167673?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3967682970207167673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/nicky.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/3967682970207167673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/3967682970207167673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/nicky.html' title='Nicky'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sp4xgcBFEeI/AAAAAAAABwQ/GA98NouJEX4/s72-c/man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-1492636024041907335</id><published>2009-08-30T20:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:10:47.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SkZ6FhiEWcI/AAAAAAAABQc/HA9m4OLACXg/s1600-h/brian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352099442495609282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SkZ6FhiEWcI/AAAAAAAABQc/HA9m4OLACXg/s400/brian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I think a sense of humour is most important"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brian was initially reluctant to take part in this project but was persuaded by the person sitting beside him. He remarked that I must be desperate to be choosing him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I love to laugh. I guess I have a pretty wicked sense of humour. But I'm a worrier too. A big worrier. I can worry about anything. Anything at all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-1492636024041907335?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1492636024041907335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/06/brian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/1492636024041907335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/1492636024041907335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/06/brian.html' title='Brian'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SkZ6FhiEWcI/AAAAAAAABQc/HA9m4OLACXg/s72-c/brian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2810342997232371983</id><published>2009-08-29T10:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:06:55.382Z</updated><title type='text'>Phil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sh-wbyM949I/AAAAAAAABJw/CGDcM55i62o/s1600-h/phil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341181674463814610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sh-wbyM949I/AAAAAAAABJw/CGDcM55i62o/s400/phil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In 1981 I was the World Champion in Cycle Speedway" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phil was working in a local park - he's a landscape gardener. It was a very hot day and I had to be careful not to trample on his planting as I took the shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I went to Australia for the Championships. It was amazing. Just amazing. It was also the year my first daughter was born. Quite a year!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-2810342997232371983?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2810342997232371983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/05/phil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2810342997232371983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2810342997232371983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/05/phil.html' title='Phil'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sh-wbyM949I/AAAAAAAABJw/CGDcM55i62o/s72-c/phil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-6441504317384702444</id><published>2009-08-28T11:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:10:14.677+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/ShvJ0ntBzxI/AAAAAAAABJQ/Zh17ad0Fe8o/s1600-h/man4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340083689026080530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/ShvJ0ntBzxI/AAAAAAAABJQ/Zh17ad0Fe8o/s400/man4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'm retired now. But I'm into classic cars and spend time on that" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Guy was a little unsure about the whole thing, but agreed in any case. He was sitting on a bench, and felt a little bored waiting for his wife who was shopping! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"I'd love to go to New Zealand one day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-6441504317384702444?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6441504317384702444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/05/guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6441504317384702444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6441504317384702444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/05/guy.html' title='Guy'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/ShvJ0ntBzxI/AAAAAAAABJQ/Zh17ad0Fe8o/s72-c/man4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-8140780712918109432</id><published>2009-08-27T09:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:43:46.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sm60XnLFu5I/AAAAAAAABhE/duAInmU_BTU/s1600-h/shirley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363422523990326162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sm60XnLFu5I/AAAAAAAABhE/duAInmU_BTU/s400/shirley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well yes. If you really want my face in your project?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley was intrigued but completely bewidered by my request. I spotted her working in a very stylish upmarket ladies clothes shop. I entered the store to ask her and felt completely out of place amongst all the crisp clean beautiful clothes. It felt like a different world to the street outside. Shirley looked incredibly well dressed and groomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was one of 6 kids. A middle child. I had to fight. I was happy but I did have to fight. I still feel like I have to fight sometimes even now. That never goes away. I have 3 children myself and always have tried to make that different. I had children quite young, really I kind of grew up with them. My childhood was definitely happy, but it was tough - really just because of all the children. We all learnt how to look after ourselves"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-8140780712918109432?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8140780712918109432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/07/shirley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8140780712918109432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8140780712918109432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/07/shirley.html' title='Shirley'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sm60XnLFu5I/AAAAAAAABhE/duAInmU_BTU/s72-c/shirley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2365653857557788776</id><published>2009-08-26T20:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:03:59.994+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Katherine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SpmIh3PwlvI/AAAAAAAABuw/1B2bb2ulQKk/s1600-h/katherinebw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375477745590507250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SpmIh3PwlvI/AAAAAAAABuw/1B2bb2ulQKk/s400/katherinebw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“One of the best moments ever was seeing my best friend from childhood for the first time in years”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katherine was sitting with a friend and agreed once she was sure she understood the project. Easy to photograph and to talk with - considering I was needing to work especially quickly as part of the BBC voices Photo ID project, dashing from one person to another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m scared of spiders. And death. Well not exactly scared of death. I just don’t want to die”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One of the first things I remember is mooning at my friend’s parents when I was very little”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-2365653857557788776?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2365653857557788776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/katherine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2365653857557788776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2365653857557788776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/katherine.html' title='Katherine'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SpmIh3PwlvI/AAAAAAAABuw/1B2bb2ulQKk/s72-c/katherinebw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2610127200802034131</id><published>2009-08-25T08:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:04:52.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SpFI84lxL_I/AAAAAAAABuQ/EJotvPzxQ48/s1600-h/Jamiers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373156041249861618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SpFI84lxL_I/AAAAAAAABuQ/EJotvPzxQ48/s400/Jamiers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I got married last Saturday, so I'm used to having a camera point at me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie was looking very serious and as I approached I felt quite sure he would say no. I couldn't have been more wrong and he was great to photograph and talked easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...worst job I ever had was as a binman. It was awful. Mostly the people, you know, just the way they spoke to you. I hated it...I'm a student now. I'm studying Environmental Sciences"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...getting married has to be the best day ever. Nothing really compares to that feeling. It was fantastic. I felt so happy. We can't go on a honeymoon straight away. But we plan to go to India"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-2610127200802034131?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2610127200802034131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/jamie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2610127200802034131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2610127200802034131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/jamie.html' title='Jamie'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SpFI84lxL_I/AAAAAAAABuQ/EJotvPzxQ48/s72-c/Jamiers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2716882052503895789</id><published>2009-08-24T10:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:15:13.484+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alec</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SnVjwd8jkiI/AAAAAAAABhg/Ol2dyROVXzY/s1600-h/alec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365304215405302306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SnVjwd8jkiI/AAAAAAAABhg/Ol2dyROVXzY/s400/alec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This is my mourning hat. My cat died recently. She was 18 years old" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alec let me take his photograph, as long as I was quick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I spotted this hat and decided it was perfect for the job. She was not well in the last few months and then she got much worse and I had to take her to the vets for the last time. I'd had her since she was a kitten. She was called Spyder" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"....one of my favourite places is the Scottish Highlands. I love the Isle of Skye. It blew me away the first time I went there" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...both of my children being born were the best moments ever. That and getting married"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-2716882052503895789?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2716882052503895789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/07/alec.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2716882052503895789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2716882052503895789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/07/alec.html' title='Alec'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SnVjwd8jkiI/AAAAAAAABhg/Ol2dyROVXzY/s72-c/alec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-5129409245506439626</id><published>2009-08-23T14:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:43:56.207+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SpFHWjs6GBI/AAAAAAAABuA/OV9WfL7oBs0/s1600-h/matthew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373154283296004114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SpFHWjs6GBI/AAAAAAAABuA/OV9WfL7oBs0/s400/matthew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m quite geeky really”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew was sat in the sunshine with a friend and agreed to be photographed, though he seemed by nature quite shy, so I worked as quickly as I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“..I like meeting up with friends and playing guitar. R&amp;amp;B. Hardcore”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…I have a really strong memory of the first time I went swimming as a child. I loved it”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-5129409245506439626?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5129409245506439626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/matthew_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/5129409245506439626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/5129409245506439626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/matthew_23.html' title='Matthew'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SpFHWjs6GBI/AAAAAAAABuA/OV9WfL7oBs0/s72-c/matthew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-5543791761366634255</id><published>2009-08-22T09:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:59:49.357+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/So-yeKzrWRI/AAAAAAAABtI/vOI1AiDvlng/s1600-h/alice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372709111843215634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/So-yeKzrWRI/AAAAAAAABtI/vOI1AiDvlng/s400/alice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was very good at avoiding getting into trouble as a child. Yes, I was sly!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice was chatty and interesting. She was bright, sparky and easy to talk with and to photograph. It was a bright sunny day, so we were moving around the base of a tree, trying to find a spot where the sun was not totally in her face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m studying psychology. I get worried as I’m always reading, all the time, about graduates on the dole. Don’t want all the work I do to be for nothing”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-5543791761366634255?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5543791761366634255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/alice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/5543791761366634255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/5543791761366634255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/alice.html' title='Alice'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/So-yeKzrWRI/AAAAAAAABtI/vOI1AiDvlng/s72-c/alice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-4423719584796494093</id><published>2009-08-21T09:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:53:45.392+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/So-w7idSeaI/AAAAAAAABtA/zl0YAJMgU5A/s1600-h/matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372707417384712610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/So-w7idSeaI/AAAAAAAABtA/zl0YAJMgU5A/s400/matt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“my earliest memory is going to my friend’s house and eating peanut butter sandwiches”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I picked up the lens and pointed it at Matt, I was struck so strongly by how you can see the child he once was. I found his face quite moving actually. I think I said ‘wow, you really have quite a childlike face’ without really thinking that not many young men aged 17 would want to hear that. But actually, he smiled and said ‘yeah I do’. He understood what I meant – he knew it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “if I had loads of money and not much longer to live…I’d probably just give it all to charity”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-4423719584796494093?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4423719584796494093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/matt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4423719584796494093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4423719584796494093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/matt.html' title='Matt'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/So-w7idSeaI/AAAAAAAABtA/zl0YAJMgU5A/s72-c/matt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-5710523747165646923</id><published>2009-08-20T09:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:54:25.511+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/So-vz6KQx3I/AAAAAAAABs4/gW9bQR3UTRk/s1600-h/hayleybw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372706186796779378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/So-vz6KQx3I/AAAAAAAABs4/gW9bQR3UTRk/s400/hayleybw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I like riding my bicycle…. and looking after children”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley was quietly spoken and very gentle. It wasn’t easy for her being photographed as her two friends were laughing, so then she began – it became quite difficult to not begin myself. But actually, it sort of calmed her too - so managed a quick snap between her bursts of giggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m good at hugging! The most important person in my life is Matt"&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-5710523747165646923?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5710523747165646923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/hayley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/5710523747165646923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/5710523747165646923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/hayley.html' title='Hayley'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/So-vz6KQx3I/AAAAAAAABs4/gW9bQR3UTRk/s72-c/hayleybw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-4497924433017944470</id><published>2009-08-19T09:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:51:18.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sou7_UjjbWI/AAAAAAAABso/x4hnHs11fpQ/s1600-h/sambw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371593677093432674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sou7_UjjbWI/AAAAAAAABso/x4hnHs11fpQ/s400/sambw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Yeah, you could say I’m an undiscovered musician. That makes it sound like I have confidence!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I play mandolin, guitar. All sorts.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this photograph of Sam at The Forum in Norwich. I persuaded him to step upstairs from the darker room of the BBC voices studio to the airy light of the main indoor square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“my earliest memory…it’s a beach, a very long beach. There’s a dog. I’ve no idea where I am or how I got there. But I remember that”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’d like to go to China. And Japan. Most of all I’d love to meet the author Haruki Murakami”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/samjameshillmusic"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/samjameshillmusic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-4497924433017944470?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4497924433017944470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/sam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4497924433017944470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4497924433017944470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/sam.html' title='Sam'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sou7_UjjbWI/AAAAAAAABso/x4hnHs11fpQ/s72-c/sambw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-8801459612958088460</id><published>2009-08-18T13:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:22:20.362Z</updated><title type='text'>Peter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/ShABKV5e7GI/AAAAAAAABG8/YDD7-GWXr1k/s1600-h/peter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336766835622603874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/ShABKV5e7GI/AAAAAAAABG8/YDD7-GWXr1k/s400/peter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was in the Royal Air Force. A long time ago now. And really I was a very small cog in a very big wheel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter was completely happy to be photographed and talked easily. He had a great sense of humour and a mischevious streak - he first told me his name was Michael Cain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm still involved with the Air Force. I am secretary for the 214 Squadron Association. I would have loved to have flown The Hawker Hunter"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-8801459612958088460?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8801459612958088460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/05/peter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8801459612958088460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8801459612958088460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/05/peter.html' title='Peter'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/ShABKV5e7GI/AAAAAAAABG8/YDD7-GWXr1k/s72-c/peter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2826144314577460067</id><published>2009-08-17T08:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:23:03.713Z</updated><title type='text'>Mark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sg5s1tKvz7I/AAAAAAAABG0/I_PUHD7gDfk/s1600-h/mark1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336322278394154930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sg5s1tKvz7I/AAAAAAAABG0/I_PUHD7gDfk/s400/mark1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was meditating, I felt like I was being told that I should paint pictures that make people question their sexuality"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark was creating art on the streets in the city. He was very grateful when I gave a donation and was happy to be photographed and to chat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got into meditation years ago after a relationship ended and it changed everything for me. It's like I can listen to that voice now that tells me what I need to do. Everybody has that if they listen" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-2826144314577460067?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2826144314577460067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/05/mark_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2826144314577460067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2826144314577460067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/05/mark_16.html' title='Mark'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sg5s1tKvz7I/AAAAAAAABG0/I_PUHD7gDfk/s72-c/mark1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2529963474150901418</id><published>2009-08-16T09:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:38:35.279+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sou4OFW1T5I/AAAAAAAABsY/K3dsq6Ehifg/s1600-h/georgiabw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371589532665073554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sou4OFW1T5I/AAAAAAAABsY/K3dsq6Ehifg/s400/georgiabw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “..my advice to the world would be to shop more at Top Shop!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia was sat with her mum on a bench, happy to be photographed, while her mum made absolutely clear that we must not photographed her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking Norwich this day collecting faces for this project but also for BBC voices contribution to the Photo ID exhibition at the Forum. Images from this project are being shown there on the fusion screens. I had a young volunteer helper called Hugo from BBC voices walking with me - therefore many of the faces over the next few days are younger people that he spotted on the street and knew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve left high school. I’m going to be studying drama, theatre classes..eventually I’d like to become a nurse”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-2529963474150901418?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2529963474150901418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/georgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2529963474150901418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2529963474150901418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/georgia.html' title='Georgia'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sou4OFW1T5I/AAAAAAAABsY/K3dsq6Ehifg/s72-c/georgiabw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-98026096514671229</id><published>2009-08-15T19:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:17:41.121+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohMmZu7bVI/AAAAAAAABsQ/kLyfGxM9svQ/s1600-h/pic7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370626778265775442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohMmZu7bVI/AAAAAAAABsQ/kLyfGxM9svQ/s400/pic7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm called William, but everyone calls me Wink" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wink was with his twin brother enjoying the convention. He was totally happy about taking part in this project and was very interested in it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..all my memories from young are about playing with my two brothers. We all get on great" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..I love this convention. I love seeing all these people together, it's amazing..I'd love to open my own studio one day!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-98026096514671229?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/98026096514671229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/wink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/98026096514671229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/98026096514671229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/wink.html' title='Wink'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohMmZu7bVI/AAAAAAAABsQ/kLyfGxM9svQ/s72-c/pic7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2605720557685598629</id><published>2009-08-14T18:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:52:39.719+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohIb5WgIOI/AAAAAAAABsI/Tq8ffgGJdr0/s1600-h/pic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370622199728185570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohIb5WgIOI/AAAAAAAABsI/Tq8ffgGJdr0/s400/pic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I see people staring. And then when I look at them, they glance away and pretend they weren't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt bit nervous approaching Matthew, but he was not at all intimidating to talk to and was very easy to photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I know it can intimidate. But I'm quite happy for people to talk to me or ask me about it. I quite like that it makes an impact, but I'm not trying to scare"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..I really enjoyed getting my face done. Didn't hurt. It was great. My mate is a tattooist"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-2605720557685598629?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2605720557685598629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/matthew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2605720557685598629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2605720557685598629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/matthew.html' title='Matthew'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohIb5WgIOI/AAAAAAAABsI/Tq8ffgGJdr0/s72-c/pic6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-4632277102634422421</id><published>2009-08-13T18:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:22:00.288+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kritsada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohHNUbp6cI/AAAAAAAABsA/yzIgHZ9jQc0/s1600-h/pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370620849787890114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohHNUbp6cI/AAAAAAAABsA/yzIgHZ9jQc0/s400/pic5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Art is important to me. I paint" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kritsada commanded a kind of respect by his presence. He was one of the artists working at the convention and after I had spoken briefly with him a younger man had tentatively approached him and asked for his advice on entering the profession. Kritsada seemed a kind quietly spoken man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am from Thailand originally. I live in York now. I love to visit Germany too" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..I am working towards painting the whole one side of my body black. I have done some...my leg here..and my arm. I don't know why I want to do it. I just am"&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-4632277102634422421?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4632277102634422421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/kritsada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4632277102634422421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4632277102634422421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/kritsada.html' title='Kritsada'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohHNUbp6cI/AAAAAAAABsA/yzIgHZ9jQc0/s72-c/pic5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-9005876921448611533</id><published>2009-08-12T18:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:50:41.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohF0XeGbNI/AAAAAAAABr4/Brti1YNORAY/s1600-h/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370619321595096274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohF0XeGbNI/AAAAAAAABr4/Brti1YNORAY/s400/pic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"my tattoos are all about stories. Kind of life markers and how they made me feel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cameron was great to talk with. He talked easily and freely and was great to photograph. He was sat in this pose as I approached and I simply asked him to hold it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..like this tattoo is about my son..He's two and a half....another one is about a friend's stillborn baby.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..becoming a parent has been the best thing. I'm a young parent, as my dad was. I hope to travel more once my son is older"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..I hated school. It was the most restricting time of my life. Once I left and got into work I did just fine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-9005876921448611533?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/9005876921448611533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/cameron.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/9005876921448611533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/9005876921448611533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/cameron.html' title='Cameron'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohF0XeGbNI/AAAAAAAABr4/Brti1YNORAY/s72-c/pic4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-7393921465454488416</id><published>2009-08-11T18:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:44:37.511+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohEfGA7qlI/AAAAAAAABrw/eyAV2nN1Ul8/s1600-h/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370617856620472914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohEfGA7qlI/AAAAAAAABrw/eyAV2nN1Ul8/s400/pic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Best moment ever has to be giving birth to my daughter. She's 11 now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam was a great help to me, not only by agreeing to take part in this project, but also giving me tips on where and what time to find others gathering from the convention. And chasing after me with my sunglasses that I left behind on the cafe table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I was suspended from school for smoking in the loos. Actually I liked school. Just could have done better. Got in with wrong group of people really"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..I'm good at caring..family and friends are important to me....I have no regrets.."&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-7393921465454488416?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7393921465454488416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/sambest-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7393921465454488416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7393921465454488416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/sambest-moment.html' title='Sam'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohEfGA7qlI/AAAAAAAABrw/eyAV2nN1Ul8/s72-c/pic3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-8205560501976932414</id><published>2009-08-10T18:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:11:22.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Niki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohDIsFgUwI/AAAAAAAABro/JMjkmeRVZZY/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370616372191580930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohDIsFgUwI/AAAAAAAABro/JMjkmeRVZZY/s400/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"One of my earliest memories was being really upset to find out I wasn't a princess"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niki was in a small group along with Rod and also agreed to take part in the project. They had travelled to Norfolk all the way from Wales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..I loved school. I loved being top of the class. It meant I wasn't popular. I was disliked. But I really didn't care. I didn't like them either. I just zoned off, it was a different sort of rebellion"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..bravest thing I ever did was modelling for a life drawing class. It was among my uni friends too. Awful.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-8205560501976932414?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8205560501976932414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/niki.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8205560501976932414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8205560501976932414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/niki.html' title='Niki'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohDIsFgUwI/AAAAAAAABro/JMjkmeRVZZY/s72-c/pic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-6724359837690364127</id><published>2009-08-09T18:23:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:11:39.097+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohAsz-KCkI/AAAAAAAABrg/ajrjJ9wjg9Q/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370613694248651330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohAsz-KCkI/AAAAAAAABrg/ajrjJ9wjg9Q/s400/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'd like to go to Heaven. And then come back" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found Rod sitting outside a cafe. He was one of many people walking around Norwich with tattoos/body art. I discovered that Norwich was holding a body art convention and so I decided to collect a selection of faces that were altered in some way - either by art/piercings or body modification. The next six faces after this one were all involved in or attending this event. Rod is also a tattooist himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My face tattoos were done by a New Zealand artist in the original hand tapped style - using a sharpened pigs tooth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..the best decision I ever made was to leave the army"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-6724359837690364127?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6724359837690364127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/rod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6724359837690364127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6724359837690364127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/rod.html' title='Rod'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SohAsz-KCkI/AAAAAAAABrg/ajrjJ9wjg9Q/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2370430363662508675</id><published>2009-08-08T09:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:47:50.668+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sm622mAwaMI/AAAAAAAABhQ/o6pvgeCG2wQ/s1600-h/jamie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363425255277750466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sm622mAwaMI/AAAAAAAABhQ/o6pvgeCG2wQ/s400/jamie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The worst job I've ever done so far is door to door sales. Selling gas and electric..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jamie was sat with a friend on some steps. They both made the task a lot easier by chatting easily and laughing politely at my usual flustered ramblings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"..it was just so awful walking from door to door saying the same thing over and over and having people shut the door in your face.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"...I love going on road trips with my mates. Like we might go and visit a mate in Wales and camp out.. It's my 21st this year, we are going to hire a boat on the broads"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-2370430363662508675?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2370430363662508675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/07/jamie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2370430363662508675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2370430363662508675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/07/jamie.html' title='Jamie'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sm622mAwaMI/AAAAAAAABhQ/o6pvgeCG2wQ/s72-c/jamie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-8130879525268811396</id><published>2009-08-07T10:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:23:00.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SntX5aNr6ZI/AAAAAAAABjM/C8rucaLxv8g/s1600-h/sid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366980024742963602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SntX5aNr6ZI/AAAAAAAABjM/C8rucaLxv8g/s400/sid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'd love to be a vocalist for a hard-core punk band" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sid wasn't thrilled about being photographed, so I was very quick. But he was happy to talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a type 1 diabetic. Unfortunately I now have kidney failure and am on dialysis awaiting a kidney and pancreatic transplant. People often say 'but you look so well', but thing is, they don't see me when I'm not well as I'm not out and about then." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the mother of a young son who is type 1 diabetic made the conversation especially interesting and moving for me. I wished him well and hope it all works out for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-8130879525268811396?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8130879525268811396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/sid_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8130879525268811396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8130879525268811396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/sid_06.html' title='Sid'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SntX5aNr6ZI/AAAAAAAABjM/C8rucaLxv8g/s72-c/sid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2212363833002118833</id><published>2009-08-06T22:57:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:06:53.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeynep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SntR3wi3AWI/AAAAAAAABi8/qJJ6R9RiP6E/s1600-h/zeynep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366973399307845986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SntR3wi3AWI/AAAAAAAABi8/qJJ6R9RiP6E/s400/zeynep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I said yes because I understand this sort of thing" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zeynep is naturally creative and interested - she will be going to Art College soon. She didn't hesitate to agree to taking part in this project. She spoke with me a little about being a muslim in this country - her experiences have been very positive. She was completely okay about me asking questions. I had been curious about the fact that if I have asked a muslim women who is married, they have said no - or more usually the men they are with have said no. Zeynep was able to explain more to me about this and it helped me understand. I felt rather embarrassed about my ignorance, so I appreciated her talking with me about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"we were so excited to move to the UK all those years ago. Our father loves the UK and we picked up that excitement"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-2212363833002118833?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2212363833002118833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/zeynep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2212363833002118833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2212363833002118833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/zeynep.html' title='Zeynep'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SntR3wi3AWI/AAAAAAAABi8/qJJ6R9RiP6E/s72-c/zeynep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-7967461861803885772</id><published>2009-08-05T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:56:53.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SntQmmwtX6I/AAAAAAAABi0/3NcoSfvozOM/s1600-h/josh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366972005112176546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SntQmmwtX6I/AAAAAAAABi0/3NcoSfvozOM/s400/josh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'd like to drive a Ford Mustang through an old age pensioners home..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"..only if it was my last day on earth. Just something outrageous. Actually I think I'd like to do it anyway. Nah, not really. Well maybe..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Josh had this kind of sense of humour, actually he seemed a very nice person! He was just imagining what he might do in that scenario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"..I got locked in my room all day once for stealing money from my dad. I learnt my lesson"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-7967461861803885772?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7967461861803885772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/josh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7967461861803885772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7967461861803885772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/josh.html' title='Josh'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SntQmmwtX6I/AAAAAAAABi0/3NcoSfvozOM/s72-c/josh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2421253273189964932</id><published>2009-08-04T22:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:50:31.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SntP5BmjnfI/AAAAAAAABis/2VHxPWlOrtY/s1600-h/lea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366971222043368946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SntP5BmjnfI/AAAAAAAABis/2VHxPWlOrtY/s400/lea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I fear getting hurt. Emotionally" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lea was totally up for being photographed and whipped her hat off to reveal her hairstyle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I shaved my hair off when I was in primary school once. Got into lots of trouble for that..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"....I wish I had the guts to sing in front of lots of people. I love it, but can't face doing that"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-2421253273189964932?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2421253273189964932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/lea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2421253273189964932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2421253273189964932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/lea.html' title='Lea'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SntP5BmjnfI/AAAAAAAABis/2VHxPWlOrtY/s72-c/lea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-4808110445099024933</id><published>2009-08-03T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:35:51.162+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SlB9wI_GnOI/AAAAAAAABS0/OsA0UTGyNFQ/s1600-h/tessa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354918222942870754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SlB9wI_GnOI/AAAAAAAABS0/OsA0UTGyNFQ/s400/tessa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm a retired nurse. And a very mature student!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tessa was sitting outside on a warm evening with some friends. She agreed to be photographed without hesitation, but joked 'this might be because I've had a glass of wine'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm joining a course - Visual Studies. I don't miss nursing at all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My strongest memory from childhood is my mum's garden. It was beautiful. I can remember the smells, the colours, everything. It's all there. It left me with a love of nature that's never gone away. I would hate not to be able to enjoy all that. I am afraid of ever getting some kind of long term illness that stopped me being able to walk, or ride my bike, or explore life..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-4808110445099024933?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4808110445099024933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/07/tessa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4808110445099024933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4808110445099024933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/07/tessa.html' title='Tessa'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SlB9wI_GnOI/AAAAAAAABS0/OsA0UTGyNFQ/s72-c/tessa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-8352244771781743613</id><published>2009-08-02T12:09:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T12:15:02.199+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SnV05LxAZhI/AAAAAAAABh4/8mSMd3GQ_DI/s1600-h/gerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365323056841516562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SnV05LxAZhI/AAAAAAAABh4/8mSMd3GQ_DI/s400/gerry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I've been around the block. Three times!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spotted Gerry as she had approached some buskers and was spontaneously harmonizing with them. A lively character. And as lively characters often say yes to my requests, I approached! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I love singing. Have always done it. I won a talent competition when I was a child for it too!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..one of the most embarrassing things that ever happened was when I was a teenager and I was dating this guy. And I was too shy to admit I needed to go to the loo, so while he went to the loo, I decided to rush into the ladies really quickly. But in my haste to get out, I had tucked a loo brush under my arm instead of my brolly. I had some explaining to do"&lt;/div&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/5030646515133472150-8352244771781743613?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8352244771781743613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/gerry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8352244771781743613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/8352244771781743613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/gerry.html' title='Gerry'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SnV05LxAZhI/AAAAAAAABh4/8mSMd3GQ_DI/s72-c/gerry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-2603443126590161936</id><published>2009-08-01T11:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:48:30.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Colin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SnVwFjr4YXI/AAAAAAAABhw/prDO_tQPdWo/s1600-h/colin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365317771862761842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SnVwFjr4YXI/AAAAAAAABhw/prDO_tQPdWo/s400/colin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I was one of nine kids. And we all knew the rules"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Colin told me all about how things were in such a big family. And how things were as he was going out and about as a youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"we all had our jobs and we all got on with it....and when I was going out later on I'd go to Samsons club. There was no alcohol at all...you had to go outside if you wanted a drink. It was all rock and roll music. And it was a good night too! We'd leave later on and go to get chips from Timberhill. the police would be following you and then they'd say 'right, you got 10 minutes to get yourself home!'. And the police were big blokes then, there were rules that said they had to be so big. Nowadays they look like little kids who couldn't handle themselves"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-2603443126590161936?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2603443126590161936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/colin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2603443126590161936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/2603443126590161936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/08/colin.html' title='Colin'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SnVwFjr4YXI/AAAAAAAABhw/prDO_tQPdWo/s72-c/colin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-6564779770962063937</id><published>2009-07-31T09:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:31:39.756Z</updated><title type='text'>Wayne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Scn5LFMuZXI/AAAAAAAAAws/SfRpRcJOzKM/s1600-h/wayne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317054803857007986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Scn5LFMuZXI/AAAAAAAAAws/SfRpRcJOzKM/s400/wayne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm not frightened of anything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne looked almost embarrased at this disclosure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's true! He really isn't!" his friends agreed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having just watched Wayne and his friends performing parkour and freerunning, I didn't doubt it either. Leaping over benches, flipping, walking up walls - it was wonderful to watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5030646515133472150-6564779770962063937?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6564779770962063937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/03/wayne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6564779770962063937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/6564779770962063937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/03/wayne.html' title='Wayne'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Scn5LFMuZXI/AAAAAAAAAws/SfRpRcJOzKM/s72-c/wayne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-7525484965810108920</id><published>2009-07-30T09:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:58:12.992Z</updated><title type='text'>Luke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sfm60PnBH1I/AAAAAAAABBo/oeBy72jerZg/s1600-h/luke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330497040675839826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sfm60PnBH1I/AAAAAAAABBo/oeBy72jerZg/s400/luke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I went to a photoshoot once, it was a thing where I had to pose with imitation weapons. But I got arrested on the way. A woman had spotted them in my bag and called the police. The photographer said he had cleared it with the police, but he hadn't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke was sitting with some friends. I had asked a girl in the group if I could take her picture and she said no - but volunteered Luke instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'd like to live In New Zealand. It is a bit British nowadays really, but I think the best bits of British - if you know what I mean"&lt;/span&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/5030646515133472150-7525484965810108920?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7525484965810108920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/04/luke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7525484965810108920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/7525484965810108920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/04/luke.html' title='Luke'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sfm60PnBH1I/AAAAAAAABBo/oeBy72jerZg/s72-c/luke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-4992500378114948706</id><published>2009-07-29T10:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T10:49:19.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>David</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SnVg5TGivoI/AAAAAAAABhY/zxQTkgrBI18/s1600-h/IMG_4220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365301068578340482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SnVg5TGivoI/AAAAAAAABhY/zxQTkgrBI18/s400/IMG_4220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I've got one minute" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...was David's reply. And he was very patient. It was a bit odd - as walking just behind him, amongst a number of people he was with, was one of my earlier faces. Since beginning this project and collecting an increasing number of faces, the world seems to be getting smaller and smaller &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My earliest memory was of trying to hang the cleaner - through the stair banisters. I was about 4 or 5 I think?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked completely bewildered and obviously slightly disturbed by this. His daughter kind of shrugged and laughed - remarking 'he was a dark child..' !!&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/5030646515133472150-4992500378114948706?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4992500378114948706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/07/david_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4992500378114948706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4992500378114948706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/07/david_29.html' title='David'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SnVg5TGivoI/AAAAAAAABhY/zxQTkgrBI18/s72-c/IMG_4220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-3740717991453372727</id><published>2009-07-28T09:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:12:59.051Z</updated><title type='text'>Aneta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sfco2wHHPnI/AAAAAAAAA_g/DiaMQ30kNT4/s1600-h/Aneta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329773605109055090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sfco2wHHPnI/AAAAAAAAA_g/DiaMQ30kNT4/s400/Aneta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Really I would love to do what you are doing. Photographing...except I would like to photograph nature"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered what Victor had said, in one of my earlier photographs - that you should just find something that you like to do - and then do it. I said to her that she should just pick up a camera and do it. One of her friends stood beside her agreed enthusiastically 'that's what I say too!' The same friend had said 'yes, you should! It sounds like fun!' when I asked to take Aneta's photograph. I was quite glad that her encouraging voice was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneta was quietly spoken and seemed calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...so many things are important to me. But right now, mostly my girlfriend"&lt;/span&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/5030646515133472150-3740717991453372727?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3740717991453372727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/04/aneta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/3740717991453372727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/3740717991453372727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/04/aneta.html' title='Aneta'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/Sfco2wHHPnI/AAAAAAAAA_g/DiaMQ30kNT4/s72-c/Aneta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030646515133472150.post-4342615263428260881</id><published>2009-07-27T09:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:11:43.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SfcmyhopI9I/AAAAAAAAA-w/9z0ljKVSvaw/s1600-h/mandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329771333480424402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SfcmyhopI9I/AAAAAAAAA-w/9z0ljKVSvaw/s400/mandi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I am in a band. Pop rock. I'm a singer. But I'm now setting out on my own"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandi was waiting for a friend and agreed to be photographed. We chatted as I took a couple of shots. It was a busy time, lunchtime, people were everywhere and we both felt rather conspicious to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was once on morning television, on Richard and Judy! We were performing with another band"&lt;/span&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/5030646515133472150-4342615263428260881?l=onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4342615263428260881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/04/mandi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4342615263428260881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5030646515133472150/posts/default/4342615263428260881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onefaceforeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/04/mandi.html' title='Mandi'/><author><name>Maxine Moss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00531085191855493112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SYyyf6Qw0KI/AAAAAAAAAeM/4p6FV7NHGjA/S220/max2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsxXSZfZY1o/SfcmyhopI9I/AAAAAAAAA-w/9z0ljKVSvaw/s72-c/mandi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
