tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post3441632654281297347..comments2023-10-17T12:05:26.540+01:00Comments on Razor-blade of Life: Long ago and really quite far awayZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-56420793862278452492011-07-31T19:31:43.793+01:002011-07-31T19:31:43.793+01:00Four Dinners,
Noticed the other day that the Warr...Four Dinners,<br /><br />Noticed the other day that the Warren has joined the long list of pubs around here that has closed down.<br /><br />DH used to work in Wellington Road, the staff used to go here or to the Welly Boot. Wonder how long before that goes too?PixieMumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14717092173188052675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-52150337454460110792011-07-31T19:15:39.211+01:002011-07-31T19:15:39.211+01:00My bestest ever pal from school got back in touch ...My bestest ever pal from school got back in touch via Friends Reunited when we were 49.<br /><br />We'd last met at 24 just prior to me causing a slight problemette at his first wedding where I was supposed to be Best Man but had failed to arrive.<br /><br />Well...alright...I had a punch up with him and his soon to be Brother-In-Law (who really was a pratt I hasten to add). <br /><br />I was young and even dafter than I am now.<br /><br />At our reunion we met in a pub - my daughter drove me there. I walked in and it was as though we'd seen each other the week before. Extraordinary.<br /><br />The regulars in The Warren Pub in Hounslow called us Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.<br /><br />We are again Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum after all these years and it feels so good!<br /><br />He is the Dum I hasten to add...;-)<br /><br />"You haven't changed have you Bammy?" asked one of his four brothers.<br /><br />"Nope"<br /><br />oh dear...;-)<br /><br />Love him to bits. Always have.Four Dinnershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09450277974819293329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-71440064015066186882011-07-26T22:55:41.932+01:002011-07-26T22:55:41.932+01:00It's probably a matter of whether there are pe...It's probably a matter of whether there are people you really would like to get in touch with again. There isn't a right or wrong about it, after all.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-28599349941685968832011-07-26T18:57:28.166+01:002011-07-26T18:57:28.166+01:00You've lost touch for a reason, right?
I look...<em>You've lost touch for a reason, right?</em><br /><br />I looked up the relevant pages on Friends Reunited - it's a few years ago now - and discovered a nest of the dullest and least congenial people who must during the half-century (well, more or less) intervening have missed me as little as I have missed them. When I tell you that Amblecope and Arlington Stringham were among them, I'm sure you'll understand.Christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14227767014123557100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-72581456493696819162011-07-26T15:52:09.292+01:002011-07-26T15:52:09.292+01:00I'm on Friends Reunited and I feel the same wa...I'm on Friends Reunited and I feel the same way as you about most of those I've lost touched with, there are a couple I've been glad to find again, people who I lost touch with 'accidently', my best-friend and bridesmaid, is one example. She went off to live in The Virgin Islands and I went off to Norway and we lost touch. She tried to find me again by contacting my Mum but Mum wasn't sure how I'd feel about her giving out my address so took hers instead, but then lost it! We're now good friends again :)Sharon Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17300818778040143359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-62548205373909737452011-07-26T07:29:49.832+01:002011-07-26T07:29:49.832+01:00I am much the same, I don't keep in touch. I g...I am much the same, I don't keep in touch. I go though life with a that was then and this is now attitude, I don't really have friends and I don't think I ever have, I have acquaintances. But like your sister both of mine have friends from years ago, but then again they only have to meet someone once and they call them their best friend. hahalomhttp:justathoughtmyblog.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-62390705940119308702011-07-26T07:00:07.550+01:002011-07-26T07:00:07.550+01:00I am in touch with no-one with whom I was at schoo...I am in touch with no-one with whom I was at school. Except Rog, of course, who I would never have met were it not for the internet.Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08403853324345062446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-25122078473131432862011-07-26T01:44:20.733+01:002011-07-26T01:44:20.733+01:00"If you cared that much, you'd have staye..."If you cared that much, you'd have stayed in contact."<br /><br />Exactly.<br /><br />I went to the 25-years-of-abiturium-festivities some years ago and found meself talking with some people I once had known. I did not look for them, they did not look for me, "drank my wine, smoked my stuff" and happily went away.<br />I would like to know about one or two teachers (my English teacher and my Latin teacher, beiden verdanke ich sehr viel) but I can hardly remember the names of others.<br /><br />I would block people from the past on google+. It's over. And only because my generation reaches the big five now - ah bah - there is no justification for <i>Gefühligkeit</i>, for "as if", <i>Kitsch</i>.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-31405739243244946472011-07-25T23:19:20.742+01:002011-07-25T23:19:20.742+01:00This morning H. who I sat next to at our secondary...This morning H. who I sat next to at our secondary school in Twickenham came round to my home. We sat in the garden, chatted, caught up with the news, she showed me pictures of her flat.<br /><br />Why am I telling you this? H's flat is at Bondi, with lovely views of the beach and bay. She's in England, one of her regular visits over the last 30+ years and 2 days after her arrival we had a gathering of about a dozen girls in the local hostelry. Another girl lives in South Africa, she was visiting too - most of us hadn't seen her for nearly 40 years.<br /><br />There are others I see in my local High Street which is near to the now demolished and long gone school.<br /><br />The occasion was lovely, laughter and reminiscence. Thanks to the Internet we have been able to track down most of the class and those who wished have stayed in touch, even visiting H. in Oz.<br /><br />H. asked me not to put any photos. on the Internet, I won't.PixieMumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14717092173188052675noreply@blogger.com