tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post7063411563246919670..comments2023-05-01T03:03:53.746-07:00Comments on The One Way Suburban Conversation: Melbourne Part 1 - Collective Consciousness vs Self AwarenessMiles McClaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-47048435252056595472009-07-03T17:39:07.108-07:002009-07-03T17:39:07.108-07:00I go myself sometimes, it depends on my headspace....I go myself sometimes, it depends on my headspace. Sometimes I just like to crash at a hotel and wander around, sometimes I meet the 2wo people I know...with bars, kebabs, and bad knees, it's an absolute treat! I need to investigate more though, the last trip felt like I knew where everything was too much....<br /><br />And yeah, 3:37am, lucky I'm not on stupid Twitter, or else I'd never get some sleep...Miles McClaganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-34447075654329877382009-07-03T03:53:33.698-07:002009-07-03T03:53:33.698-07:00Jesus just saw the time you posted this 3:37am!Jesus just saw the time you posted this 3:37am!Bainohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14156193098088048637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-20745875627640446442009-07-03T03:52:28.642-07:002009-07-03T03:52:28.642-07:00Surely you go to these places 'with' someo...Surely you go to these places 'with' someone. I have this image of you trundling out of place all by yourself in your fluro shoes (my son just bought bright green jobs) and feeling misplaced and in need of solid company.<br /><br />I love Melbourne. Especially if you're with a Melbournian to show you around although they have some weird bars. Boys dressed in tennis gear at Madame Brussels and others where your drinks are mixed in florence flasks. All the bars seem to be in dodgy alleys or on the third floor.<br /><br />Yeh and a kebab in Melbourne is like eating a three-in-one in Ireland. A travesty dear boy. Next time you go, feel young and meet up with some really old people. I'll come up avec creaky knees from Sydney and Kath's watching her cholesterol in Fitzroy. We're good value!<br /><br />Write what you want to write.Bainohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14156193098088048637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-51904797018721803132009-07-01T05:57:27.859-07:002009-07-01T05:57:27.859-07:00I don't know, I'm being difficult and anno...I don't know, I'm being difficult and annoying, but I'm just not that happy with my writing at the moment. It's Twitters fault. Or something. My love letters are excellent though - bus schedules? Do people collect them? Bet their blogs hum along!<br /><br />I used to have a sensational pair of big orange thumper FILA boots, they were great. Apart from a mid 90tys flirtation with blue toekickers, orange is the only colour!Miles McClaganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-4179685776061790762009-07-01T03:38:11.069-07:002009-07-01T03:38:11.069-07:00You are such an affable fellow Miles, in your writ...You are such an affable fellow Miles, in your writings, even though I know you think you are sometimes a bit too wry and sarcastic.<br /><br />I love that you wear orange shoes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-58021212500955795372009-07-01T03:02:21.882-07:002009-07-01T03:02:21.882-07:00what do you want to write?
Is it tortured?
Is it ...what do you want to write?<br /><br />Is it tortured?<br />Is it 1000 love letters to the blue eye shadowed girl that you will never post?<br />Is it about collecting bus schedules?<br /><br />I don't know if I could stick with you if it were bus schedules.<br /><br />I'd try though.Mad Cat Ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09940290694429568842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-92096255404283387622009-07-01T02:52:00.900-07:002009-07-01T02:52:00.900-07:00I can't explain it without sounding like a tos...I can't explain it without sounding like a tosser, but I worry about what I write, I really do, and I worry I'm writing what I should write rather than what I want to write...oh tortured poet! Told you I sound like a tosser...it's my aching knees really, they aren't great...<br /><br />I aim to cheer!Miles McClaganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-52064211657771503822009-06-30T14:32:20.513-07:002009-06-30T14:32:20.513-07:00well ... i feel strangely more cheerful now :)well ... i feel strangely more cheerful now :)Mad Cat Ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09940290694429568842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-28709417957695662542009-06-30T09:10:40.527-07:002009-06-30T09:10:40.527-07:00It seems you and I must be about the same age as m...It seems you and I must be about the same age as my ailments and irks are the same as yours.<br /><br />Take it easy on those knees and have a cold beer to ease the hangover. It might help to sit somewhere outside and watch the passers-by while the sunshine soaks in. It's not a cure, but it is good for post-drunken reflection.<br /><br />I've been suffering panic attacks about my writing too. Maybe that's why I haven't been by much. I'll try to remedy that.<br /><br />DocDochttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16979621370660001312noreply@blogger.com