tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post943525152790001409..comments2023-05-01T03:03:53.746-07:00Comments on The One Way Suburban Conversation: 18 and (friends for) lifeMiles McClaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-2302692167951423692008-11-28T01:17:00.000-08:002008-11-28T01:17:00.000-08:00I must admit, I really like the indifference of th...I must admit, I really like the indifference of the librarians in Rosny...in Kingston, they try and help too much! My leavers top, probably with West Coast Cooler down the front, is long ago in the bin...thankfully!Miles McClaganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-89290879588953928342008-11-27T17:21:00.000-08:002008-11-27T17:21:00.000-08:00Rosny Library = bees knees.School leavers tops = a...Rosny Library = bees knees.<BR/><BR/>School leavers tops = a sad indictment.<BR/><BR/>West Coast Cooler = a lost friend.Kris McCrackenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13789355638389350528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-84276541268963095872008-11-26T03:28:00.000-08:002008-11-26T03:28:00.000-08:00It's definitely quite depressing looking for w...It's definitely quite depressing looking for work, especially with that little tiny computer...it wasn't as cool as the Lynx, but it was awful...the worst was definitely when I had to go and sit in the cult where eventually I found out the job was going to sell knifes! That day was not a proud one!<BR/><BR/>What's the point of a 3 hour D&M if you don't get a pash at the end! It's wrong I tells ya! I dread to think of going back to see everyone at a re-union...I'll tell them all they are good for literary musings, that'll be good!Miles McClaganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-79691768503309492832008-11-26T02:22:00.000-08:002008-11-26T02:22:00.000-08:00Interesting. I was in a relationship with someone ...Interesting. I was in a relationship with someone who didn't go to my school at 18 so kind of lost touch. Saturday, I'm going to an old school mate's 52nd. Guaranteed to be a reunion of sorts . . I want to go but then I want to remember them as they were . . .and they to remember me as I was . .Frank Neitchke did the same thing to me on the swings in Turon Avenue . .3 hour D & M then asked someone else out. Ah well . .Bainohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14156193098088048637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-3881182051094700432008-11-25T13:18:00.000-08:002008-11-25T13:18:00.000-08:00Love the Atari detail and could feel the depressio...Love the Atari detail and could feel the depression of the job search :-). I've wandered the library during the day...but I should look more closely at the cast of characters.<BR/><BR/>Your post makes me want to visit your part of the world just so I could listen to people tell stories like you do :-)Jewel Allenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09614039445924074306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-61550155292474743582008-11-24T22:35:00.000-08:002008-11-24T22:35:00.000-08:00On the infamous Billy Connolly gig in Burnie, he s...On the infamous Billy Connolly gig in Burnie, he said it sounded like when used to put his hands on the stone and yelled "Burnie Burnie!" in pain...Weekend at Bernies is sensational...what a film...Kingston is a little more democratic, you just get yelled at by a librarian and if no one wants the computer, you can sit there all day!<BR/><BR/>Ah, Facebook....it'll get me one day...I only use it for stalking gently...looking at peoples babies is strange...people who last I saw puking and smashing windows....<BR/><BR/>It's on the wall...next to the St Mirren calendar, the Britney calendar and the horribly out of date poster of Charmed...Miles McClaganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-28951484277306276532008-11-24T21:08:00.000-08:002008-11-24T21:08:00.000-08:00What happened to the Belinda Carlisle poster?What happened to the Belinda Carlisle poster?Meganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09387041422819664987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-73789729326943292122008-11-24T17:44:00.000-08:002008-11-24T17:44:00.000-08:00I'm only in touch with 1 friend from high school a...I'm only in touch with 1 friend from high school although facebook has been changing that recentlyPaddy in BA (Quickroute)https://www.blogger.com/profile/12748161252400814925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-74921173670055163582008-11-24T12:20:00.000-08:002008-11-24T12:20:00.000-08:00Evey time you mention Burnie, I can't help but thi...Evey time you mention Burnie, I can't help but thinking "Weekend at Bernie's."<BR/><BR/>Here the homeless, and evey one, gets a full hour on library computer and when the 60 mins is up the screen goes bland and the next in queue gets on.<BR/><BR/>Happy 18th belatedly!Jannie Funsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11595786402510366043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-80847941308281584642008-11-24T12:13:00.000-08:002008-11-24T12:13:00.000-08:00I know, and what a series of consequences it set u...I know, and what a series of consequences it set up! And not hilarious consequences, which are my favourite kind...sigh...as for the Gonfi Gon Dance, maybe one day, I'll have to dig out my tapes of Now 42 and see what I can still muster....<BR/><BR/>I know, she was a great friend...I miss her. I'm like that now, or at least I was until I started blogging! I left school and kept in touch with everyone for exactly 12 months then it, by necessity, was onwards and upwards. I would hate to still have them as friends like it was, I'd feel there was something grander out there! That's just me, restless either way!Miles McClaganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10335102965842725449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-32585025475722693272008-11-24T04:40:00.000-08:002008-11-24T04:40:00.000-08:00Wow, I wish I'd had someone to take me walking whe...Wow, I wish I'd had someone to take me walking when I was 18 and upset. Even if it all ended in tears...<BR/><BR/>To tell the truth, I kind of stepped out of school, threw the jacket in a corner of my room and never looked back. There were friends that I think of occasionally (and thanks to Facebook, poke occasionally) but I think for most people, 18 (17 in my case) is a time better forgotten.<BR/><BR/>Unless you're one of those people who loved high school and spend the rest of their lives trying to recover the feeling of safe and comfortable popularity, until they get married, have 2.4 kids and live vicariously through them until THEY finish high school...<BR/><BR/>This is pure conjecture of course, I'm sure people like that don't really exist.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00098708210972869491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339738475389037569.post-19359635668357701742008-11-24T04:09:00.000-08:002008-11-24T04:09:00.000-08:00i liked her up until she said that.bloody cheek!ps...i liked her up until she said that.<BR/>bloody cheek!<BR/><BR/>ps. please would you post a picture of yourself doing the Gonfi Gon dance?Catastrophe Waitresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16059689371446944502noreply@blogger.com