tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276694052444105101.post797693945996036494..comments2023-03-26T03:46:10.390+01:00Comments on Pointing North: The give and take of giving directionsmagnetitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11104916127045605699noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276694052444105101.post-37095091167781273672009-12-27T15:39:18.212+00:002009-12-27T15:39:18.212+00:00Thanks for the warm welcome. No need to go to so ...Thanks for the warm welcome. No need to go to so much trouble for little old me (am neither little nor old - yet). I'll just sit on the floor. I don't use twitter much as brevity doesn't come easily to me. (Even though it is the soul of wit). Wit isn't coming easily to me today either as I am recovering from a mega hangover and a distinct lack of sleep. Late night last night. I was attempting to get home through the snow at 3.00 am and saw a robin. That was one early bird trying to catch a worm. Anyway, enough waffling on. Hope to see you blogging away next year!spacechickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03881828081555461744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276694052444105101.post-30902324561153948482009-12-19T15:07:51.639+00:002009-12-19T15:07:51.639+00:00Thanks Jo. Hello and welcome. It's a little bi...Thanks Jo. Hello and welcome. It's a little bit dusty around here as I've not been back for a while, but if you wait a sec then I'll put a magazine on an upturned milk crate so you can sit down.<br /><br />I should get a fire started in the grate and water the plants. Oh, and I should probably <i>blog more</i>.<br /><br />Thanks for the reminder that I used to think in more than 140 characters.<br /><br />I'll post something soon*.<br /><br />Your genial host<br /><br /><br /><br />*This may not actually be a lie.magnetitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11104916127045605699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276694052444105101.post-41530546509453693092009-12-19T11:14:00.677+00:002009-12-19T11:14:00.677+00:00Also new to your blog, was directed via hecklerspr...Also new to your blog, was directed via hecklerspray because I enjoy your comments there. S'funny, but I was watching Bill Hicks last night. Coincidence? Yeah, very likely. I also cannot be arsed giving directions to motorists, mainly because I don't know my left from my right unless it is written on my hands in permanent ink. I live in a town where everything is within spitting distance, apart from the spittoon. But I digress, most of the time I just say I don't know the area well (I've only lived here some 20 plus years) to avoid having to give directions to motorists who obviously can't read the many, many road-signs all over the goddamn place. Hmmm, it appears that god damn is two separate words. Who knew? Am enjoying your blog and shall return again.Jo M Tnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276694052444105101.post-51847516525613236432008-10-03T02:49:00.000+01:002008-10-03T02:49:00.000+01:00Thanks David and welcome to you. I'm sorry that yo...Thanks David and welcome to you. I'm sorry that you had to be held in moderation limbo. I must have tabbed when I should have scrolled when I was in the settings machinery behind the blog. It's off again now.<BR/><BR/>I suspect that the target of my advanced twattishness may have had his sat-nav locked in the glove box to prevent the kind of thievery you describe, but Bill was holding my hand that day and he didn't take prisoners.<BR/><BR/>I keep forgetting that the UK would fit into North America forty times over. With that kind of size they're helpful. In tiny old Blighty we have, in recent years, taken up the American love of the big car and the SUV. The thing is that here by the time you have walked from the rear wheel of your big car parked on the drive to the door of it, you're at the shops anyway.<BR/><BR/>Even if the walk to the driver's seat hasn't taken you to your destination, once you climb up into the seat, satellites are scraping the top of your head anyway, so the view to the shops is clear.magnetitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11104916127045605699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276694052444105101.post-90408558969224372782008-10-02T13:02:00.000+01:002008-10-02T13:02:00.000+01:00New to your blog and like what I've read today.See...New to your blog and like what I've read today.<BR/><BR/>Seems everyone here in the states has a gps in their car - well, except the ones that were stolen when left in the parked car.<BR/><BR/>CheersAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276694052444105101.post-19192805436381591362008-09-28T21:21:00.000+01:002008-09-28T21:21:00.000+01:00Exacterly! If I had a car I'd be doing handbrake t...Exacterly! If I had a car I'd be doing handbrake turns into the path of other cars in order to ask my driving peers for directions - rather than trust the plebeian advice of someone merely on foot, à pied, riding Shank's Pony.<BR/><BR/>Wouldn't give duff or misleading advice to drivers though. They can go a lot faster than me, and my days of jumping fences to escape outraged motorists are behind me.magnetitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11104916127045605699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276694052444105101.post-78704776459498960702008-09-28T18:15:00.000+01:002008-09-28T18:15:00.000+01:00Brilliant! I believe I've already mentioned living...Brilliant! I believe I've already mentioned living just opposite my town's only tourist attraction? Even though it's literally the only game in town, and there are signs everywhere, I'm routinely polled as to its location. I mean, it's RIGHT there! In future I will respond with existentialist questions backed by a Nick Cave soundtrack.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com