tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post1588384045107321337..comments2023-05-01T03:03:53.746-07:00Comments on The One Way Suburban Conversation: Princess Mary, The Apricot Ripple and the Homeless ManMiles McClaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-76684448344120582392008-08-25T02:56:00.000-07:002008-08-25T02:56:00.000-07:00Ah, Wil Anderson - such a funny man...or not, Adam...Ah, Wil Anderson - such a funny man...or not, Adam Hills pointing out his I'M TELLING A JOKE style of comedy is annoying. Besides, I saw him once completely lose his cool over a Maxibon heckle and it's stayed with me as perhaps he's not the guru he thinks he is...<BR/><BR/>Princess Mary, it's good to know she's a nice person. It's good to know she hasn't gone all Ian Thorpe on us all. However, I don't think I could face a school re-union - someone else e-mailed me to say how much fun they had at one, but I just know I would hate it - I'm glad yours was tops though - and I'd get bored and do something dumb like try and DJ drunk or summat. Maybe my Penguin kindy re-union is the go!Miles McClaganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-13856048455279187682008-08-25T02:43:00.000-07:002008-08-25T02:43:00.000-07:00I've been in that position, I was once outside Bec...I've been in that position, I was once outside Bec Cartwrights house and someone went "Hey, that's Bec Cartwrights house!" and I thought, gosh that's interesting...wait...no it's not...why am I even listening...damn you New Idea...<BR/><BR/>We played some sick intersports against Parklands, but I know what you mean - the nicest kid I went to school with sold drugs out of his house at 9 in the morning last time I saw him...thank god when it came to drugs, I stuck to Halibut Orange tablets...Miles McClaganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-87043227550269396022008-08-24T18:43:00.000-07:002008-08-24T18:43:00.000-07:00Interesting thoughts Miles.Re Mary - she's a total...Interesting thoughts Miles.<BR/><BR/>Re Mary - she's a totally down-to-earth, thoroughly NICE person, who is as normal as she can be, given her wierd life. Yesterday in Hill St Grocers, she met another old school friend, who had a really normal, 'mumsy' conversation with her about their respective offspring. Mary was introduced to Miss 4 yo offspring of her friend, and talked openly and naturally to young madam, especially when questioned about being a Princess! Just a normal meeting we all have with friends we meet at the shop. All the hype that accompanies Mary doesn't seem to have altered her at all in regard to the way she acts with old friends.<BR/><BR/>Re school reunions - I too held your opinion about these ghastly social occasions, for 40+ years. Then I decided that it was time to face up to the fact that much water has passed under the bridge, and before we all died it would be interesting to see who had changed and how!<BR/>So I actually organised the school reunion, along with a girlfriend from those days. Apart from about 5 of them, I had totally lost contact with everyone as of the last day at school, and actually hadn't even thought of anyone I went to school with over the ensuing years. Imagine my immense surprise to find that at the end of the night, I found I had actually enjoyed myself! If you'd previously told me either of those facts (that I'd organise one, and that I'd enjoy myself at one) I'd have had you certified instantly, or even slapped you in disgust!<BR/><BR/>When enough time has passed it seems it worked out OK. It felt like I'd read the first 1/3 of a novel, and needed to know how the plot developed, and how the book turned out at the end.<BR/><BR/>As a keen observer of my fellow humans, I found it great to see who had gone on to be as predictable as the young child I used to know promised to be, and who didn't.Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05721723151185687327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-61246056404214892682008-08-24T16:38:00.000-07:002008-08-24T16:38:00.000-07:00This is a great piece, Miles. ....and yet, someho...This is a great piece, Miles. <BR/><BR/>....and yet, somehow, despite the infinite ability of Wil Anderson to wrest the truth out of all his listeners, I don't quite believe that Mary had a root in a ute....Kath Locketthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09677312773827236567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-28678713802604878522008-08-24T16:32:00.000-07:002008-08-24T16:32:00.000-07:00For a few years there I worked in what essentially...For a few years there I worked in what essentially was a ‘needle and syringe’ outlet in Glenorchy, and then was the primary interviewer in a research project that annually did hour long (paid) interviews with injecting drug users asking about the drug market (price, availability, purity, sources etc),their lives (mental illness, criminality, income etc) and some other stuff. We’re talking between 80 and 120 users each year hearing some pretty full on stuff. Well, you can imagine that in a place like Tassie it isn’t too long before you start seeing people that you once knew.<BR/><BR/>Generally, I’m a pretty cold hearted bastard, but where some people have ended up, it’d curl your hair. The main thing that has struck me that for every predictable one (the crim expelled from Parklands – school of last resort – at age 14 for chasing the horticulture teacher around with a knife), there are just plain odd ones (the nice looking quiet girl who was good at English who now doesn’t have any teeth because she took to banging up her methadone).<BR/><BR/>Thus, I try to avoid meeting ‘old school chums’. Too bloody dreary!Kris McCrackenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13789355638389350528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-83944957031098040802008-08-24T15:44:00.000-07:002008-08-24T15:44:00.000-07:00While Mary has been here I have found myself serio...While Mary has been here I have found myself seriously pondering taking the kidlet for a walk in the area of her sister's home so that I might accidentally on purpose bump in to her. I've even found myself wondering what I would say to her if I did see her. "Hi Mary, I went to Taroona High too' is the best I could think up. Needless to say I broke out of my tea-time daydreaming enough to come to my senses and not take that walk. I think I've been brainwashed by New Idea, and I don't even buy New Idea.blackiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07816426807504325287noreply@blogger.com