tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post726665066595748012..comments2023-07-17T23:10:02.228+10:00Comments on Discombobula: On Being the Train Audience and the Studio AudienceSuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01122659239039900398noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-68286113112291110152015-03-19T17:56:45.686+11:002015-03-19T17:56:45.686+11:00I enjoyed reading about your journey. I must admi...I enjoyed reading about your journey. I must admit I avoid public transport these days. Partly anxiety and partly that same limbic panic when you get that first whiff of someone's perfume. Hmm, actually I think I have always avoided it, but then I do live in a sprawling city and have never worked in the middle of it where the public transport actually goes. :). <br /><br />I still have notes my friend and I wrote in highschool where we discuss our current relationships and if certain boys have done Ughhhh (yes that was our way of saying sex), little fond and not so fond cartoons of teachers, and lots about our horses (who of course we loved more than any boy) and so on. They are quite hilarious to me now and I am very glad they aren't on Facebook forever! T.L. Merrybardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03713406934061779754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-42757301796139867432015-03-02T23:31:56.411+11:002015-03-02T23:31:56.411+11:00Pot Black. That is hilarious :-) Pot Black. That is hilarious :-) Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01122659239039900398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-85005763348721348332015-03-02T23:31:23.887+11:002015-03-02T23:31:23.887+11:00I figure it's a public place and everything is...I figure it's a public place and everything is fair game, although I do feel a bit naughty. However, if someone is talking loudly on their phone there is no guilt attached at all because freaking annoying.<br /><br />Thank you also for compliments. They are very muchly soaked up, like I'm a sponge in the desertSuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01122659239039900398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-87585265719084606852015-03-02T23:28:09.116+11:002015-03-02T23:28:09.116+11:00I will only do that if you promise you will flash ...I will only do that if you promise you will flash your tits at the boys on Blackburn Station.<br /><br />We should do it, tits or no. We could go to the museum or the art gallery.<br /><br />Thank you for your lovely compliments. I do like writing these bits. They give the impression of being about other people while talking about myself 75% of the time :-) <br /><br /> I didn't remember that you took photos of Pas back then. If you still have them I'd like to see them sometime :-) Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01122659239039900398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-23517848623849879902015-03-02T17:50:49.655+11:002015-03-02T17:50:49.655+11:00And now I am thinking I need to be more careful wh...And now I am thinking I need to be more careful what I say on the train, lest someone like you use it for a blog post one day. :))<br /><br />Just kidding, of course. I love your ability to observe and find something interesting about every person you come into contact with. Eloquently written. Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01067954787472463337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-36752451822395704322015-03-02T09:33:43.267+11:002015-03-02T09:33:43.267+11:00Yes! I was so excited when I realised you had been...Yes! I was so excited when I realised you had been on the train and written about it. It has cheered me up after being up at 3am and watching Spurs get thoroughly beaten by Chelsea in the cup final. As usual, I was caught up in your story as soon as I read the first sentence and I'm always a little sad when I get to the end, you just bring people to life, and I'm often nodding. I have been using the train much more lately getting to AAMI stadium every second week, but I just cant write about the interesting people I see as well as you can! I used to travel on the Sandringham line when I went to Elsternwick to visit Dave. Im sure my Dad would have been very impressed with their shoe cleaning habits, this being one of the traits of a sensible and meticulous person (sorry Dad!) I wonder too about the difference having the internet would have made to our teenage years. Its probably better for those boys I was madly in love with that it wasnt around, being a lass that could get rather obsessive about the object of my desires..I was laughing thinking about the photos of Pas everywhere, poor boy! He did take it very well, my following him around with a camera. I wonder if he ever tells his kids about this girl at school who was madly in love with him, and if his kids roll their eyes and wonder who the hell would fall for their old 47 yr old Dad. Do you remember our train trips to Prahran to visit XY Zebra? I do remember going to Blankety Blanks quite clearly, the excitement of walking up to Bendigo Street! I also remember going to the Countdown studios with Danielle, Najda and their Dad in about 1977 and being dissapointed because we'd arrived on the wrong day for taping and all they could offer us was some seats in the next studio where they were filming Pot Black!! So of course, we had to sit through old men in suits potting balls into pockets...my 7 yr old self was quite miffed! I really want to get on a train together one day...you can get on at Belgrave and I'll meet you on the last carriage like the old days! I promise not to flash my tits at the boys on Blackburn station xxxxxxxCloudbustinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12338881078944608825noreply@blogger.com