tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137682720915766788.post8177026180620720060..comments2023-10-15T14:35:24.698+01:00Comments on The trouser Press: Hometrousershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12879862280895772283noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137682720915766788.post-91322527730621401702007-07-15T03:11:00.000+01:002007-07-15T03:11:00.000+01:00I'm honoured! Thank you Anna.I'm honoured! Thank you Anna.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137682720915766788.post-63156558561125156902007-07-14T20:16:00.000+01:002007-07-14T20:16:00.000+01:00Ah, trousers, you are a very sweet young man indee...Ah, trousers, you are a very sweet young man indeed. <BR/><BR/>By way of saying thank you, and as a mark of respect, I hereby present you with your Finnish-language name (an honour not given to many bloggers so far, and appreciated by even fewer, but hei, I mean well by it): I hereby name you <EM>housut</EM>, trousers. <BR/><BR/>xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137682720915766788.post-7013952816393589052007-07-14T00:06:00.000+01:002007-07-14T00:06:00.000+01:00Anna, you didn't even need to qualify that! The wo...Anna, you didn't even need to qualify that! The word might have been different, but the point remained nonetheless.<BR/><BR/>Therefore, I accept your apology - but not your reasons for having to make it :)<BR/><BR/>But I definitely appreciate the fact that you came back to clarify what you meant - so, despite my protestations that you didn't need to, I thank you very much all the same!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137682720915766788.post-80345548052162253202007-07-13T20:00:00.000+01:002007-07-13T20:00:00.000+01:00Oh hell, it was grief, not pain. What a dork. My o...Oh hell, it was grief, not pain. What a dork. My only excuse is I spent an awfully long time diddling with the comment (so as not to sound stupid and/or teacherly), then realised I was almost forgetting to say that thing about how nice the welling-up line was, and there you have it...<BR/><BR/>Serves me right, for trying to sound less dumb than I am. Sorry, trousers.<BR/><BR/>xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137682720915766788.post-34845786643099233382007-07-12T22:33:00.000+01:002007-07-12T22:33:00.000+01:00Not teacherly at all, anna mr (though I often feel...Not teacherly at all, anna mr (though I often feel conscious of the same when dissecting other people's musings). <BR/><BR/>Those are all good points you make, and I'm pleased that you've dropped by to say so. <BR/><BR/>I'm glad you liked the photos too - regarding the memories of being small, I had to crouch down when taking the pictures. They just wouldn't have looked right to me from a grown-up perspective.trousershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12879862280895772283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137682720915766788.post-16820367309694502572007-07-12T20:37:00.000+01:002007-07-12T20:37:00.000+01:00Hei trousers - as a great fan of memories I loved ...Hei trousers - as a great fan of memories I loved reading yours. It sounds like you had a moment of existential awareness there by that fence - funny how apparently insignificant moments like these can be forever imprinted on our minds as being full of a hidden meaning. Fascinating. I also really liked the fact that you, too, seem to hold memories of actually physically being small (I remember standing leaning against a table leg!). And what a thing to say - "ideas <EM>well up</EM>, like pain" - beautiful. Your photies were lovely too.<BR/><BR/>Trouble is, now I feel a bit teacherly, coming over all "I liked this, I liked that". Sorry. Hope you don't feel like I've gone over your post with the intention of marking it.<BR/><BR/>Anyway - greetings from the Northern Lands.<BR/><BR/>xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137682720915766788.post-69513218817028807552007-07-09T22:34:00.000+01:002007-07-09T22:34:00.000+01:00Full size image is excellento.Full size image is excellento.Merkinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02499327449561248731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137682720915766788.post-27146035266795155792007-07-09T18:48:00.000+01:002007-07-09T18:48:00.000+01:00Didn't mean to make you cry lav - hope it was *goo...Didn't mean to make you cry lav - hope it was *good* crying though. Really made me thoughtful when I read your comment first thing this morning.<BR/><BR/>anticant, thanks for those words - I'd wondered if I was getting indulgent.<BR/><BR/>ario, no problem - glad you got something from the post. I wonder, do you find yourself attaching significance to places which remind you of your early memories? Just a thought.<BR/><BR/>zola, that made me cry.<BR/><BR/>ben, nice to see you drop by. I'm looking forward to the beadle's memoirs...<BR/><BR/>charlotte, thank you for that :)trousershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12879862280895772283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137682720915766788.post-21005799190027663232007-07-09T16:39:00.000+01:002007-07-09T16:39:00.000+01:00What a beautiful post, with such a powerful sense ...What a beautiful post, with such a powerful sense of place. I love the notion of ideas "welling up like grief".Charlottehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14976147051582732043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137682720915766788.post-57697345198401082622007-07-09T14:59:00.000+01:002007-07-09T14:59:00.000+01:00Well, it IS known as the Shivering Mountain. As fo...Well, it IS known as the Shivering Mountain. As for the identity of your jockey, all will be revealed in the Beadle's forthcoming memoirs..... [Unlike Alastair Campbell, he isn't suppressing the juicy bits.]Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137682720915766788.post-54034422680427115162007-07-09T10:41:00.000+01:002007-07-09T10:41:00.000+01:00Got fucked once on top on Mam Tor.The earth was mo...Got fucked once on top on Mam Tor.<BR/>The earth was moving.zola a social thinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14206983697656466653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137682720915766788.post-4619700750455129992007-07-09T10:28:00.000+01:002007-07-09T10:28:00.000+01:00Cheers mate for a wondeful reflection. You got me ...Cheers mate for a wondeful reflection. You got me all pensive this dire Monday morning.<BR/><BR/>One of my regrets is that I cannot return to the places of my first memories. These places, however, are precious and should be visited again from time to time.nesciohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12097504855386214012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137682720915766788.post-13815856057465998392007-07-09T09:42:00.000+01:002007-07-09T09:42:00.000+01:00We are nothing without our memories, and as we get...We are nothing without our memories, and as we get older they become more and more important as they are so often much more interesting than the present.anticanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18135207107619114891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137682720915766788.post-26271770658834899692007-07-09T02:10:00.000+01:002007-07-09T02:10:00.000+01:00Actually......you have made me feel so very very l...Actually......you have made me feel so very very lonely......and i will cry<BR/>so so very much........no matter.......it will be heartfelt memories and for that, I thank you xxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137682720915766788.post-77730429616757463032007-07-08T22:52:00.000+01:002007-07-08T22:52:00.000+01:00Thanks lavender!I appreciate you sharing that memo...Thanks lavender!<BR/><BR/>I appreciate you sharing that memory anticant - concise but very evocative.<BR/><BR/>Pixie, its not just great that I can still go there and find meaning - somehow, it feels essential. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for all your comments above, greatly appreciated.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137682720915766788.post-9006412140831512392007-07-08T22:20:00.000+01:002007-07-08T22:20:00.000+01:00Lovely words and lovely pictures.Memories are so e...Lovely words and lovely pictures.<BR/><BR/>Memories are so evocative and elusive, so great that you can still go there and find something that holds meaning in that spot.<BR/>pxFire Byrdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692359400671374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137682720915766788.post-70850664278000164722007-07-08T22:01:00.000+01:002007-07-08T22:01:00.000+01:00One of my earliest memories, at about the same age...One of my earliest memories, at about the same age, is being taken for walks beside the millpond of a derelict cotton mill near our south Manchester home [it was during the 1930s slump].<BR/><BR/>I can still conjure up the eerie atmosphere of silence and abandoned desolation at what had until recently been a thriving, busy workplace.anticanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18135207107619114891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137682720915766788.post-16419122371930020302007-07-08T20:50:00.000+01:002007-07-08T20:50:00.000+01:00Oh,Happy memories to you,trousers.Beautiful.Oh,Happy memories to you,trousers.<BR/>Beautiful.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com