tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post4125254700408318307..comments2024-03-27T11:18:59.924+00:00Comments on Sun Dried Sparrows: Playing along with the art school boys, part twoChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-52771923249252978572012-04-29T12:08:08.294+01:002012-04-29T12:08:08.294+01:00Oh I can just imagine that...
Go Butthole Surfers!...Oh I can just imagine that...<br />Go Butthole Surfers!Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-91810328722792215562012-04-28T18:37:30.965+01:002012-04-28T18:37:30.965+01:00There was a similair trip when I was at a school u...There was a similair trip when I was at a school up north for a few years...except for the drinking. There seems to be an understanding in the midwest that as long as kids don't drink while under nominal adult supervision...they can get hammered to the point of poisoning in a corn field and then drive home. <br /><br />The one horrific memory from these trips that stands out is buying a Butthole Surfers tape to listen to on the way back to the dingy town we lived in...the batteries on my walkman died just as Hotel California came on the radio and the entire bus erupted like a choir. It's the only time in my life I seriously contemplated harming my self.<br /><br />Go Superchunk! Pride of Chapel Hill.e.f. bartlamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05940814285264472785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-1135533921091672282012-04-27T16:30:18.611+01:002012-04-27T16:30:18.611+01:00Yes I wonder if they exist quite like that any mor...Yes I wonder if they exist quite like that any more (long time since I've ventured near one that might be too!) I can understand the way you say that part of your past is almost like a book you read - old chapters, now closed.Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-90054262243993719522012-04-27T16:25:27.254+01:002012-04-27T16:25:27.254+01:00YESSS!! Ah, Kolley, you were there too, weren'...YESSS!! Ah, Kolley, you were there too, weren't you?!Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-45091776840186519032012-04-27T09:25:54.519+01:002012-04-27T09:25:54.519+01:00Ah, the thrill of the illicit...great stuff. And I...Ah, the thrill of the illicit...great stuff. And I bet there was at least one particularly daring kid in your group who'd 'lift' a studded wristband or bottle of Crazy Colour from the Great Gear Market. Yes??Kolley Kibberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07055145770836351738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-58103384518423428792012-04-27T09:04:36.671+01:002012-04-27T09:04:36.671+01:00"Classic London dives" - now I frequent..."Classic London dives" - now I frequented more than one of two of them in my time... reminded me of "old boozers". I doubt they exist any more, funny now publife/culture so much a thing of my past it is almost like it was a book I read. Very odd feelingFurtheronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11903753972242964410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-31495291978553422782012-04-26T16:26:46.843+01:002012-04-26T16:26:46.843+01:00Thanks, SB! Hmm - industrial heritage centres? So...Thanks, SB! Hmm - industrial heritage centres? Sounds like hours of fun ;-) I realise now too how hellish it must be for college/school staff to have to chaperone a bunch of adolescents anywhere (scenes from 'Please Sir' now spilling into my mind) but it just goes with the territory I guess... (And I bet they were just the same when they were students)Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-57919401199269778742012-04-26T13:34:33.719+01:002012-04-26T13:34:33.719+01:00Thanks for reminding me of those hardened chewing ...Thanks for reminding me of those hardened chewing gum bits on coach seats...hadn't thought about those for years. Our school never ventured near an art gallery but I can relate to some of the more secretive aspects of those kind of outings. Oh the happy hours spent dragging ourselves around industrial heritage centres and bloody Longleat when all we wanted to do was get to the funfair and hit the waltzers. Great read.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com