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Post by bungo the mungo on Jun 13, 2020 19:37:44 GMT
seems he's disappeared. if anyone wants to fill me in, i'd like to know why he's no longer posting.
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Post by Mr. FOLLARD on Jun 13, 2020 20:56:12 GMT
Politics?
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Post by Sneelock on Jun 13, 2020 22:25:56 GMT
Maybe he’s...
You know...
Got a life.
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Post by Sneelock on Jun 13, 2020 22:28:49 GMT
It’s only been a couple-a days, right?
I bet he’ll be back around pretty soon.
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Post by sloopjohnc on Jun 13, 2020 23:31:32 GMT
Part goat, part boy. It's a conflict, I'm sure.
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Post by Reactionary Rage on Jun 17, 2020 8:48:19 GMT
A few weeks back I had a minor low point. Felt overwhelmed by the world and by technology and I decided to pull back and reassess some things. That’s not meant to sound dramatic but in the moment I had a flashback to earlier, unhappier periods of my life and felt I needed to recalibrate and prioritise other things in my life during these strange times. I’m still around, in spirit at least  Thanks for asking, Skope. I appreciate the thought. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2020 8:52:08 GMT
A few weeks back I had a minor low point. Felt overwhelmed by the world and by technology and I decided to pull back and reassess some things. That’s not meant to sound dramatic but in the moment I had a flashback to earlier, unhappier periods of my life and felt I needed to recalibrate and prioritise other things in my life during these strange times. I’m still around, in spirit at least Thanks for asking, Skope. I appreciate the thought. Always a good idea to step back like that Dougie. Keep well mate. |
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Post by Mr. FOLLARD on Jun 17, 2020 9:07:44 GMT
Glad to see yer mush back here, Dougie. It's easy to sort of get lost in the whirlwind of shite, isn't it? Strange times.
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Post by Reactionary Rage on Jun 17, 2020 9:11:22 GMT
It led to a nice moment though, after the low point though.
I had a bad day and felt imprisoned by lockdown and the madness of the word so I went out for a walk around Leith. It was early evening, slightly balmy and very pleasant but all the shops and pubs were closed obviously and the enormity of what is happening really hit me and I felt a great sadness but also a rising anger too. At the world you know and it reminded me of my younger self, and not in a good way. All the life just seemed to have been bleach drained out of the place and I felt, truthfully, scared for the future.
I went back home home, feeling pretty low and the neighbour downstairs – a woman called Christine – was out in her front garden and we started to chat. We were on friendly terms but nothing major cos truthfully I tend to avoid too much chat with neighbours but Christine LOVES A CHAT and enquired how I was and I’m pretty honest with people and so we got chatting and at one point she mentioned Bette Davis and I said I knew who she was obviously and that she was a bit of legend and then….whoosh! It all came out! Turns out she is a Bette Davis SUPERFAN and she went on to regale me of the time she met Bette when she was 17/18 backstage at some event (this was obviously one of Her Stories and when people want to tell you Their Stories you listen, right? Cos it’s a nice thing to do). They ended up becoming pen pals and this had clearly had a big impact on her life. She ended up becoming good friends with a much older lady who was also penpals with Bette and she visits her on a regular basis on some old folks home. She’s bedridden but in these moments they share stories of Bette and the old dear comes alive. It turns out she also contacted Bette Davis’s assistant, swapped correspondence and she ended up going to L.A. and now she’s friends with her and they talk about Bette etc and the assistant shows her former possessions of hers etc and it’s clearly a huge things in both their lives and through these conversations they keep Bette alive I guess.
This went on for FUCKING AGES but it was nice you know. A respite. Turns out she’s pals with Julian fucking Clary as well which made me fucking laugh out loud. if he ever visits I said give me a shout as I'd like to meet the old queen. (I think Christine might be gay)
Life is funny. It can punch you in the guts but then lift you up in its arms.
Anyway, I thought I’d share that with you. People are pretty great really. I mean, most of the time anyway.
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Post by Mr. FOLLARD on Jun 17, 2020 9:14:27 GMT
Nice story! and nice Holden Caulfield-style end to it, too I guess she didn't show you any photos? You probably didn't get close enough to see... |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2020 9:36:53 GMT
Nice story Dougie.... She's got Dickie Davies eyes! Sort of related ( or maybe not but I'll say it anyway!) I was at a boot fair over the weekend. As usual, I paid particular attention to the house removal guys because that's where you can find something good, potentially, from the past. But it really breaks my heart if I'm in the wrong mood because what you're looking through is the accumulation of someone's life who has passed away. All the things that would have bought them pleasure at the time, the private passions, the holiday mementos, the library of books on some arcane subject, all now housed in tatty cardboard boxes in a field, robbed of the love and the meaning they once had. I find it incredibly poignant and sad.  |
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Post by tory on Jun 17, 2020 9:44:12 GMT
That's my parent's house on 2 July.
Removal clearance coming to take pretty much everything that we can't get rid of. A whole house load - although we've taken the photos and personal stuff. Most of the books went this morning - 80 boxes of them.
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Post by Sneelock on Jun 17, 2020 16:15:52 GMT
People are pretty great really. I mean, most of the time anyway. nice to see you GB. |
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Post by sloopjohnc on Jun 17, 2020 16:45:32 GMT
Nice story Dougie.... She's got Dickie Davies eyes! Sort of related ( or maybe not but I'll say it anyway!) I was at a boot fair over the weekend. As usual, I paid particular attention to the house removal guys because that's where you can find something good, potentially, from the past. But it really breaks my heart if I'm in the wrong mood because what you're looking through is the accumulation of someone's life who has passed away. All the things that would have bought them pleasure at the time, the private passions, the holiday mementos, the library of books on some arcane subject, all now housed in tatty cardboard boxes in a field, robbed of the love and the meaning they once had. I find it incredibly poignant and sad. I read a story in the Sunday newspaper where a woman finds old family recipes and publishes them on Instagram so people can try them out and report back. It's kind of a nice way of keeping people's legacies alive. It killed me when I was trying to get rid of my dad's stuff and no one wanted anything. A lot of that stuff meant a lot to my brother and me because we had grown up with while living there and visiting my mom and dad's house through the years. I did have that feeling of sometimes wanting to scream, "This was my family and parent's life. It means something!" |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2020 17:05:47 GMT
We're losing our family home of 34 years, just not logical to keep it and i can't afford it. Feel more sad about it than i thought i would, don't know how my brothers and sister really feel. They seem to be very logical about it. Kinda disheartening but i understand where they're coming from.
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