tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post8883468127496605009..comments2023-05-01T03:03:53.746-07:00Comments on The One Way Suburban Conversation: The rules and regulations of Ayrshire societyMiles McClaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-31797693488148079942008-10-07T01:02:00.000-07:002008-10-07T01:02:00.000-07:00It is funny when I go back, it's like the last thi...It is funny when I go back, it's like the last thing I go back for is to see my family! I go shopping, I don't have any friends over there at all but I still enjoy going there and seeing people for a day or so, and then...you've seen them! Time to go home! I couldn't live there anymore (the sweets are too good)...Miles McClaganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-30917168405732842802008-10-06T15:59:00.000-07:002008-10-06T15:59:00.000-07:00Aw Miley. Rather sad post I think! There's nothing...Aw Miley. Rather sad post I think! There's nothing more inevitable than change.I'm an immigrant too although I've been in Australia for over 40 years I've been back to England and Wales many times. My old school is no longer there, but the houses I lived in are. My Nana's pub is now a convalescent home, if only they knew the shenanigins that went on in their now 'common room. I have no friends there any more, few relatives and so it has no moore charm. I think I'll remember it as it was in 1975, discovery, parties and drinking and romance. You write beautifully! Really must do something about that sweet tooth, you'll get fat! (and I love Tassie, I'd live there if I could drag the family and find a job!)Bainohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14156193098088048637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-27181441304196205772008-10-06T05:12:00.000-07:002008-10-06T05:12:00.000-07:00I think it's really noticable with my family - whe...I think it's really noticable with my family - when I go back, they are like you've never been away, as if you've come from across the road, but they are completely different people - they have their new habitats, new styles, new fashions, and they expect you to go with it.<BR/><BR/>My Auntie if I go back will be in exactly the same seat, but her routines will somehow be emphatic and concrete, but completely different from year to year...it's mental Scotland...Miles McClaganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-52183248579456334702008-10-06T02:57:00.000-07:002008-10-06T02:57:00.000-07:00Wow! Very well observed - what a writer you are! ...Wow! Very well observed - what a writer you are! <BR/><BR/>I live in the North of England and empathised with every word. I think that the fact that you moved away geographically has something to do with your observations but not wholly. I think we tend to move on as people, in our mindset and perhaps others stay in one place.Miladysahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08065128196666157541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-13156303695084316412008-10-06T01:15:00.000-07:002008-10-06T01:15:00.000-07:00I know exactly what you mean - when I was there in...I know exactly what you mean - when I was there in 95, I'd been away 2 years, and suddenly there was this five a side football team all my friends were in that I knew nothing about...and that says nothing about the all new train ticket system...it was incredibly bizarre, like everyone had moved on but me...<BR/><BR/>I did also consider that I had been the boy who said the emperor had no clothes...but I think they'd have shrugged it off, happy in their way, and immune to change or pointing out the obvious...Miles McClaganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-20522012948382772802008-10-05T17:13:00.000-07:002008-10-05T17:13:00.000-07:00You've prolly gone down in Ayrshire mythology as t...You've prolly gone down in Ayrshire mythology as the man who questioned the whole cake/pastry dichotomy and brought the whole thing crumbling down (no pun intended :)squibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10744419106501810243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-57915016091395671262008-10-05T12:53:00.000-07:002008-10-05T12:53:00.000-07:00It was ten years before I went back for my first v...It was ten years before I went back for my first visit to the UK. It was one of the strangest experiences. Like being awake in a dream, everything was familiar but foreign at the same time. I'm from the north of England and the first thing that struck me was how my mother was everywhere, in the shops, on the bus, gossiping on the street corner - all the women sounded the same to me. I traveled eight miles to one of the neighbouring smaller towns, and like your mother was having trouble picking out the right coinage to pay for whatever and some bloke behind me said bloody tourists! All I could think was but I've only traveled eight miles on the bus how can I be a tourist? And yes, two lines in the larger bakeries, right change and seating arrangements on the bus. But everyone you passed on the street nodded or said hiya! Our hometowns have the biggest pull on our heart strings for good or bad*!*Bimbimbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12427788003822538655noreply@blogger.com