tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post115674960817616398..comments2023-10-04T17:13:47.394+03:00Comments on future of my past: All I can do I've doneAnna MRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-11527276507748000762011-12-03T15:20:30.745+02:002011-12-03T15:20:30.745+02:00Ah, hello Navas; nice to see you, and hanging arou...Ah, hello <b>Navas</b>; nice to see <em>you</em>, and hanging around these parts as of late would have been a fairly dull and futile exercise, given that not a very great deal at all has taken place in these parts for a considerable time. <br /><br />You went back to a place - and I know that to be a weird thing yes. Just to split hairs, I didn't really (physically, actually) go anywhere at all (except <em>Alko</em>, the monopoly-offie we have in this uncivilised country where the people cannot be trusted to buy their wine from any shop except the one and only licensed and owned by the state booze shop). But for some reason, this year buying Beaujolais (which I started buying again last year, I think, having come out of a ten-year-stint where red wine - the mere <em>thought</em> of red wine - would give me the most god-awful migraine, making the whole enterprise of buying it rather a waste of money), I remembered the first time of buying it. I think my brain has a quirk that makes it want to section life into equal chunks marked by something or another - an aspberger-spectrummy thing, mayhap? - and this time, it was Beaujolais which sent my mind spinning into the times near Tally-Ho Corner (yes, of course, <em>Corner</em>, thank you) and my life then and my life now and and and.<br /><br />Yes, you see what I mean. But what-what? You don't regrette rien? Navas, how unusual and interesting. Man, I regret such a bunch of things that I cannot even begin to list them. I don't regret where I've landed up being - no. But man, some things along the way...oh man. <br /><br />But that might be the subject matter for another post. Don't hold your breath mind, for I have earned my exceedingly-unreliable-blogger spurs, and for a good reason: I am an exceedingly unreliable blogger.<br /><br />xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-11844946252141011512011-11-26T20:43:28.820+02:002011-11-26T20:43:28.820+02:00Being an ex-almost-local-to-North-Finchley-person,...Being an ex-almost-local-to-North-Finchley-person, I can tell you that it is Tally Ho Corner..still there of course, just where you left it.<br />It's odd doing something again a long time later. I've done that myself recently. In my case with an even longer gap than yours, I returned to Portobello Road, the scene of free rock concerts under the "Westway" (a motorway which passes over Portobello) in the early 70s, when I was a student. I went for quite different reasons this time though, but it did bring back those vivid memories of loud music, ringing ears and patchouli oil. What would I have told the 20 year old me that was there? "Je ne regrette rien."<br />Nice to "see" you again Anna :-) I don't often hang out in these parts.Navashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06759443413326634572noreply@blogger.com