Rotten Tanx wrote:loving bearhug from all at the EA forum

Thanks kidder, and thank you all - it's much appreciated. Death? she'd take him to pieces and make him into a rather fetching hat.

Early memory - me and primary school friend Woolly aged nine cycle out into the flatlands (now colonized by la famille C.Rabbit), I get a puncture and press a grubby 5p piece into hand of Desperate Housewife living next to swanky golf course to make an emergency call. Mama cycles eight miles one-handed guiding my brothers' ludicrous French racing cycle with her spare hand as my vehicle home. Bafflingly, all people/bicycles delivered home safely. She also kicked the arse and regularly stood up against any teacher that dared to complain about my (minor) foibles.


R.Tanx - Have you got your ticket for The Dirty Three? I feel confident I shall see you there.

cjh wrote: Mama cycles eight miles one-handed guiding my brothers' ludicrous French racing cycle with her spare hand as my vehicle home.


R.Tanx - Have you got your ticket for The Dirty Three? I feel confident I shall see you there.

Ha! My mom would have said "ask a strange man for a lift or something!"

Yes, I have my ticket. It's on my birthday so I may be in the corner sobbing over turning 26.

cjh wrote:Death? she'd take him to pieces and make him into a rather fetching hat.

Early memory - me and primary school friend Woolly aged nine cycle out into the flatlands (now colonized by la famille C.Rabbit), I get a puncture and press a grubby 5p piece into hand of Desperate Housewife living next to swanky golf course to make an emergency call. Mama cycles eight miles one-handed guiding my brothers' ludicrous French racing cycle with her spare hand as my vehicle home. Bafflingly, all people/bicycles delivered home safely. She also kicked the arse and regularly stood up against any teacher that dared to complain about my (minor) foibles.

Please expand this piece into a novel.

I would buy 100 copies of it and give them to my friends, family and random strangers.

When Steve voted "crap" on Mott the Hoople.

Just now ! And I have absolutely no understanding of why.

This has actually been happening sort of frequently of late, and I am thinking perhaps I should seek some kind of treatment.

Salut, thread bump! For bringing this to my attention!

Watching the Remembrace Day ceremonies on TV. In America you guys call it Veterans Day. The weather was horrible, and as they sang their 'God save the Queen' and such, there was thunder claps overhead. Very ominous. Watching the elderly vets standing in the rain, only imagining what some of them went through... Damn.

This day always affects me, and I hope it always will.

Yesterday, in the basement of Reckless...too much thinking going on...

I have a slight problem with not being able to cry. I get teary-eyed though. A little moisture, but no down over the cheek action.

I made my psychotherapist cry a few weeks ago. It was pretty good, but not as good as crying myself.

[url=http://www.cryingwhileeating.com/]An entire website of people crying so you don't have to.
They are crying and eating at the same time.
It's kind of disturbing.[/url]

In yoga this afternoon. Who the fuck cries in YOGA? Except for me, of course.

Memories of my mom's death keep flashing up at me, regardless of my socially appropriate (usually not) circumstance.

You do a shoulder stand while trying to keep from hiccupping/crying, smarty pants.*

*It was actually just a couple of stray tears, but still - in yoga?