<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Nomad on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/nomad/</link><description>Recent content in Nomad on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/nomad/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Best Holiday Ever</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-best-holiday-ever/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-best-holiday-ever/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Peter Meadows was a loner.  He was rather small, ultra shy and
had never had a girl friend.  He never had many male friends come
to that.  He was now twenty three and was still a virgin.  He
had just started his holidays and was double checking his camping equipment.
He carried this out with meticulous attention. He went out to his people
carrier and opened up the tailgate.  Hurrying backwards and forwards,
he did not take long to fill the car up.  He locked the house up,
told his neighbours where he was off to and drove off.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>