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I know the english are stereotyped for being taciturn and uptight but in my experience folk are more forth coming and friendly oop north than they are down south.
( succour to an A level student? ….sounds intriguing )
your description of Lancashirians made me snort loudly with laughter! A bit embarrassing as i’m having breakfast alone in an airport… Brilliant.
Slovenia? Isn’t that just south of Croydon? One great plus of moving from London to Belfast is exchanging the glacial “We haven’t been introduced” standoffishness of strangers for lively egalitarian banter so forthcoming that I’m liable to not notice the bus has sailed past and have to wait another 15 minutes.
Btw, this comment box is just as complicated as the one in your link. How exactly is my URL format invalid? I’ve been using it for years.
People are friendly as hell where I live, provided you look as though you might be famous.
Just a cotton-pickin’ minute. Over the last year or so I’ve read a lot of stuff on this blog, mostly amusing or thought provoking, often a little bit silly and I suspect, not always aligned with reality as the rest of the world knows it.
But.
Slovenian f*cking Poetry???(excuse the 3 question marks, I got a bit over-excited)
I’m not an expert in poetry, far from it, I often run away as fast as I can whenever somebody breaks into iambic pentameter, and I’d rather have to sit through 20 hours of Professional f*cking Learning rather than 5 minutes of somebody reading their own poetry, especially if it is in a foreign language.
That’s the bit I really don’t understand. Listening to spoken words with some sort of rhythm makes a little sense, but when the meaning is removed by an incomprehension of the language used, then it’s just a waste of time. And then the translation?
Translated poetry just doesn’t work.
Please don’t think that I would object to anyone going to such a reading if it really existed, everyone has an intrinsic right to make as big a fool of themselves as they want to, as long as it doesn’t harm others, but as I said I doubt (and sincerely hope) it’s just a pretty little fragment of your oft-deranged imagination.
It would be interesting to see what the (That Man’s my Uncle) organisation finds out from the Criminal Records Bureau, let us know, especially about the A- Level student. I agree with isabelle, intriguing.
Now I’m no-one to comment since I know sod all about any poetry but is Slovenian poetry like the Vogon poetry in the Hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy at all?
I get a bit fed up of you continually slagging off Looby’s cultural choices, Twisted Scottish Bastard. It’s RUDE.
Homer: I know this is looby’s blog, and I don’t normally use this form to reply to other comments, but I think it may be needful in this case.
I’m not trying to be RUDE about or to looby, but when someone publishes their personal views/hobbies/world view on a blog, then it open to comment from all others. On my own blog, my choice of literature (Science Fiction/ Military Science) is frequently slagged of. It doesn’t bother me, everyone is entitled to their own opinion on these matters. I know what I like.
But while I may respect other’s rights to believe in what they may, but that doesn’t mean I have to respect the object of their views.
Similarly if someone professes a belief in an invisible supernatural entity, then I respect their right to do so, even though I personally think they’re completely daft.
I’m just having a fairly gentle dig at looby, and so far he hasn’t complained. If anyone ever thinks I’m flaming them or deliberately insulting them, then I apologise.
It’s just a bit of fun, as are most blogs.
He did complain, a few weeks back, and you just keep doing it. Relentlessly. Almost every time he mentions something he’s done.
It is tiresome, and while I’m perfectly sure he would say something himself if he was that bothered, Looby and I go back along way and I suppose this is a case of “Oi you, leave my mate alone!” You’re a teacher too, you’ll recognise the battle-cry.
Hearing a woman speak about the things that matter to her in a literate, articulate way, in her own language, is a beautiful thing to take part in, and it’s entirely your loss TSB if you can’t appreciate that. Your huge generalisation that “translated poetry doesn’t work” is a very big statement which you are singularly unqualified to make.
The incident with the sixth former is now sufficiently remote to be passed over in silence. I’m still friends with her now.
Isabelle: Generally I’d agree with that yes. It’s just that when I came to Lancaster I wondered, after five years, how I would ever make friends. Maybe it was me.
DF: Thanks! Hope you enjoyed the flight, and what’s at the other end!
Nick: sorry about that - I don’t want to dissuade anyone from posting. If it happens again let me know (blog@[the site’s name] and I’ll try to help.
Belfast sounds a bit like Glasgow. One little difference I always notice: in Lancaster, people will leave you sitting alone at a table for four. In Glasgow, they just assume those seats are for the taking. Nice to see you here.
KK: Oooh… so accurate! You understand Lancaster’s sister city well.
Furtheron: the alliterative Lancastrian woman replied last night, asking exactly the same question. (I’ve no idea what Vogon poetry is).
Homer: Thanks. As I wrote it I thought “Someone’s not going to like this".
I might be wrong. I don’t think so.
BUT.
If I’ve insulted/annoyed/pissed off anyone, then I really and sincerely apologise.
That was not my intent.
I do not take anythng too seriously.
Life is far too important to be taken seriously.
If you can’t have fun, then something may be wrong.
And I know that looby has fun in spades, especially since he’s managed to get rid of Stefan.
You all realise that we’ve only got looby’s word that he moved to a different flat?
For all we know Stefan could be a pile of ashes at the bottom of the central heating furnace.
At least he’ll be nice and warm there. (Stefan that is, not looby)
TSB: Blog comments are meant for expressing fawning acquiescence. How dare you voice independent opinions?!
Not here they’re not Kaiser. Be nice. As everyone above is.
Ignore the Kaiser, nobody likes him.
Kaiser: don’t worry, they all rushed over to TSB’s blog to give him virtual fellatio.
I stand by everything I said, and I still believe that regularly visiting a blog just so you can go off on one about how you disagree with everything they like is the ultimate in bad manners. So there.
Let us draw this thread to a close now, lest it starts generating more heat than light.
The flip side of this is going to an author event in New York City. Every utterance from the audience (and there are plenty) is a not-so-veiled bit of self-promotion that has nothing whatsoever to do with the author or his/her work. It’s almost as insufferable as a quiet, reserved group.
Yes. Same thing can happen in academic seminars.
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