tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post4873685741959389040..comments2024-03-02T10:04:43.010+00:00Comments on Sun Dried Sparrows: Cambridge, older men and a curious clockChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-11409509149013323012013-04-21T10:36:03.970+01:002013-04-21T10:36:03.970+01:00Ah, from the mouths of babes, eh?! It's all r...Ah, from the mouths of babes, eh?! It's all relative I guess, you're still a mere lad to the 80-year old down the road :-)<br />Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-58149833351121180662013-04-21T08:21:48.112+01:002013-04-21T08:21:48.112+01:00That clock is quite wonderful, in a scary way. I k...That clock is quite wonderful, in a scary way. I know exactly what you mean about the need to feel younger but I cannot recall having the opportunity to do so of late (perhaps men never find themselves in the same position?). My youngest cub reminded me only too well yesterday of the reality of age when I took off my jumper to reveal my new British Sea Power t-shirt. Initially she said I looked younger with the wooly off but explained that it was the shirt distracting her from my wrinkles and receding hairline. At that moment I felt like reaching for my pipe and slippers and just giving up.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-14288391905027349292013-04-17T13:46:14.059+01:002013-04-17T13:46:14.059+01:00Yep - its appetite knows no bounds...!Yep - its appetite knows no bounds...!Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-50308977751812355822013-04-17T09:48:57.440+01:002013-04-17T09:48:57.440+01:00Time is indeed a voracious eater of life isn't...Time is indeed a voracious eater of life isn't it...Furtheronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11903753972242964410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-13723362404893077082013-04-16T21:05:05.286+01:002013-04-16T21:05:05.286+01:00Thanks, bena48. I'm happy to believe that the...Thanks, bena48. I'm happy to believe that the world was just not ready for you ;-)<br /><br />The clock is worth watching for a longer number of minutes than I had spare that day (I just love the way the Chronophage blinks and moves his mouth, he's very compelling) so I'll make sure I make more time for it on my next visit. It seems apt that it deserves to steal even more seconds of my life!<br /><br /><br /><br />Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-55164878743142880932013-04-16T20:32:34.120+01:002013-04-16T20:32:34.120+01:00Lovely piece!
Like you I was not ready for the wo...Lovely piece!<br /><br />Like you I was not ready for the world either or perhaps the world was not ready for me. It kind of shrugged and ignored me. Perhaps I did not have the right badges on my jacket. :)<br /><br />The clock is truly creepy but fascinating Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-85963895786360727712013-04-16T18:23:08.229+01:002013-04-16T18:23:08.229+01:00What a lovely image: a Spitfire full of New Romant...What a lovely image: a Spitfire full of New Romantic hair on Trumpington Street! Depeche Mode go with it very well and yes, the rain-streaked windscreen is not hard to believe.<br /><br />Glad you understand those pleasures too - I'm looking forward to next year's 'reunion' already, if only for a little fix of flirtatious ego-boosting ;-)<br /><br />Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-12446310335451345802013-04-16T18:14:30.235+01:002013-04-16T18:14:30.235+01:00Haha, I think I get that! (And will we get to rea...Haha, I think I get that! (And will we get to read more about Yale some time? Yale!)Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-3642780887363674422013-04-16T10:00:45.657+01:002013-04-16T10:00:45.657+01:00When my chum and co-New Romantic J got her first c...When my chum and co-New Romantic J got her first car - a nifty blue Triumph Spitfire, can you imagine? - we used to nip up and down the then-new M25 from the mean streets of our East London/Essex hinterland, to leafy Cambridge. As we drove through the narrow streets, marvelling at the architecture, the little car must have looked like a large bag of hair had exploded inside it. Well, it WAS 1981. The song below will always take me straight back there, peering out through the inevitably rain-streaked windscreen. <br /><br />And thank you for your observations on the pleasures of gentle, inter-generational flirtation. I'm not averse to it myself.<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uy9XyBV0lkkKolley Kibberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07055145770836351738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-79467087511810709522013-04-15T15:04:23.826+01:002013-04-15T15:04:23.826+01:00If you knew how hard it was to make me cringe...yo...If you knew how hard it was to make me cringe...you wouldn't ask such a thing :).<br /><br />Yale looks like a movie set for a generic idea of Cambridge University. When I got there they dragged the new students out for a night on the town. There were a group of British kids and they complained bitterly about how nothing looked American...they'd seen all this crap before. Ha. We passed some old beat up building with white columns and they all stopped the entire group so they could stare at it.e.f. bartlamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05940814285264472785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-38031203409008588962013-04-15T11:58:39.243+01:002013-04-15T11:58:39.243+01:00Thanks, e.f. It's nice to think of you being ...Thanks, e.f. It's nice to think of you being on a bus in Cambridge too! Maybe all cities are mixed up really, the world over, but Cambridge (and Oxford too, from a brief stay I had there) seem to have this big reputation for elegance and refinement which is greatly at odds with some of the more gritty reality. (Whereas London, well I don't know but it seems to me that London doesn't pretend to be anything more or less than it is, and I like it warts'n'all.)<br /><br />I wasn't really ready for the big wide world in my late teens. I cringe too. Happy to hear about your more cringe-worthy moments if you should ever feel inclined...!Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-31063983344790834192013-04-15T00:12:19.455+01:002013-04-15T00:12:19.455+01:00Such a warm scene C.
I've been to Cambridge ...Such a warm scene C. <br /><br />I've been to Cambridge on a bus once...from the Air Force base at Mendenhall. I guess I got out around the train station (I was going on to London). It was a pleasant commercial area. If my memory is correct.<br /><br />You couldn't be more right about the late teens/early twenties. It seems like something cringe worthy from that time will cross my mind at least once a week.e.f. bartlamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05940814285264472785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-32326067484029167652013-04-13T16:41:29.553+01:002013-04-13T16:41:29.553+01:00What a lovely thing to say! Thank you :-)What a lovely thing to say! Thank you :-)Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-60533936780680307232013-04-13T14:16:08.492+01:002013-04-13T14:16:08.492+01:00You are a treasure my dear.You are a treasure my dear.Dr. Monkey Hussein Monkersteinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14871033999478634222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-51442933967330539102013-04-13T12:14:55.626+01:002013-04-13T12:14:55.626+01:00Your weather experience seems to sum up Cambridge ...Your weather experience seems to sum up Cambridge too! It always seems to be a little more extreme, either very windy, very rainy or very sunny (and often all in one day!) Must be something to do with all that flat terrain against the Gog Magog hills (always loved that name...)<br />So glad you enjoyed the piece. Don't go spending TOO much time thinking about the passing of time, or it will pass even more quickly ;-)Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-55625297388681162562013-04-13T00:15:57.378+01:002013-04-13T00:15:57.378+01:00We spent a day in Cambridge last summer - a typica...We spent a day in Cambridge last summer - a typically English summer day where, quite suddenly, the rain lashed down to such an extent that it quickly became a pointless exercise to try and find cover, as it got to the stage where we couldn't possibly be any wetter. Within half an hour we were strolling around Coe Fen, gently steaming in the searing heat of the bright sunshine in a clear blue sky! I noted the Corpus Clock during the height of the downpour, but didn't pause to investigate further - fascinating!<br /><br />A beautifully written piece C. I've been ruminating on aging and the passing of time myself lately. You've given me more food for thought. The Swedehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13237251779370596904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-27307508389497097712013-04-12T18:49:43.060+01:002013-04-12T18:49:43.060+01:00Yes, that clock - everyone should have one!
I like...Yes, that clock - everyone should have one!<br />I like bus travel...luckily I seem to avoid the trancelike state although I do get so lost in being an observer that I have to remember not to miss my stop...<br />I find it fascinating way to travel, though don't do it very often these days. From the top deck of buses in Cambridge I've seen posters on bedroom walls, shoes on roofs and glimpses of back gardens that I'd never otherwise have noticed. Love it!Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.com