tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652835323489468820.post5502847065085574868..comments2024-03-15T14:01:26.246-07:00Comments on Where's My Effing Pony?: The Docks' Choir.English Riderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01712384532126551307noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652835323489468820.post-53768712181159454802009-12-23T17:11:21.665-08:002009-12-23T17:11:21.665-08:00"Happy Hopping Penises"? How could one r..."Happy Hopping Penises"? How could one resist? <br />I will be back English Rider; Deine verrückte Welt sind Balsam für meine Seele.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03704889612012597132noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652835323489468820.post-13461006953921637222009-12-23T15:16:49.377-08:002009-12-23T15:16:49.377-08:00@eloh, I can't wait to read a post from you ab...@eloh, I can't wait to read a post from you about that big band link. I do feel lucky. I have a lot of great memories. More recently of my sister and I dodging around behind the canna lillies in the municipal gardens trying to sprinkle Dad's cremains without getting caught by the gardeners. With his gardening skills those plants have probably died since themselves!English Riderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01712384532126551307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652835323489468820.post-89579106980845349642009-12-23T15:05:41.249-08:002009-12-23T15:05:41.249-08:00I also have ties to the Dance Band Orchestra's...I also have ties to the Dance Band Orchestra's of that era. <br /><br />This whole post is filled with the most wonderful history wrapped beautifully around your childhood.<br /><br />Loved it.@elohhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15974297923741455898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652835323489468820.post-38080923289047069342009-12-23T09:07:03.779-08:002009-12-23T09:07:03.779-08:00Jean, It isn't "profiling" to say th...Jean, It isn't "profiling" to say the truth that The Welsh have an amazing and well earned reputation for musicality.English Riderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01712384532126551307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652835323489468820.post-53069265183701424392009-12-23T09:04:21.180-08:002009-12-23T09:04:21.180-08:00Son of Incogneato, Thank you for your visit and fo...Son of Incogneato, Thank you for your visit and for your enthusiasm regarding my little blogworld. I hope you will come back again. I am glad you read Gavin Report. I wish she would write more, but what she did write spoke to me and I appreciate it. Note that she has not felt the need to write since she did finally find her "veruckte pferde!" I made a brief swoop into your multiple blogs and must return when I have time to visit more deeply. Happy Christmas wishes to you too. If you want one more Christmas themed post, search for my "Happy Hopping Penises" post.English Riderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01712384532126551307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652835323489468820.post-84016498516051675912009-12-23T02:37:33.659-08:002009-12-23T02:37:33.659-08:00I have no idea how I arrived here, or where here i...I have no idea how I arrived here, or where here is, but upon seeing the little girl asking where her fucking pony was, I knew that I wasn’t far from home. <br />So I poked my long nose into and about your blog. I first read about the starfish fellow, and then sat quietly in my office and cried. Maybe because it’s the day before Christmas eve, maybe because it just touches something deep within me. I then went on and stumbled over the ‘The Gavin Report’, a blog on your blog-list, where I read about a woman who finally realized her childhood dream by buying herself a German thoroughbred horse. And I cried some more. Let it be noted that I am not a crier, at least not generally so. Anyhow, I then went back and read lots more of your fantastic blog.<br />The day remained grey outside, but, after reading your blog, there were blue skies inside me.<br /><br />You are an incredibly gifted writer with a fantastic outlook on life. Thank you (and 'The Gavin Report’) for literally making my day.<br /><br />Best Christmas wishes to you,<br />- B. Talgo<br />Aka Son of IncogneatoAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03704889612012597132noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652835323489468820.post-1156805829157687102009-12-22T23:34:22.765-08:002009-12-22T23:34:22.765-08:00We had a Welsh choir come to our church years ago....We had a Welsh choir come to our church years ago...actually two--one men's and one women's. They were amazing singers and what a great party group! Wish the USA had more of a choral tradition like that. Our church choir is small and needs some new members (we're all getting older).Jeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10029423500476995817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652835323489468820.post-68976212488730344192009-12-22T22:32:38.316-08:002009-12-22T22:32:38.316-08:00I love that. That British way of calling a perfec...I love that. That British way of calling a perfect stranger 'my love!'. Well, it's not every Brit who does it of course....hard to imagine HRH popping out with that. But it's very endearing. Merry Christmas, English Rider - all the best to you and your family.Deborahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10892637441668897411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652835323489468820.post-67258723882161527372009-12-22T18:01:02.824-08:002009-12-22T18:01:02.824-08:00Deborah, The nice thing is that it is relatively u...Deborah, The nice thing is that it is relatively unspoiled. People still say hello to strangers on the street. "Allright my luver?" is the equivalent of "How'r ya doin" here.English Riderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01712384532126551307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652835323489468820.post-2631965783204687082009-12-22T16:53:14.572-08:002009-12-22T16:53:14.572-08:00This would make me really, really homesick, if it ...This would make me really, really homesick, if it had been the place where my roots took hold. The juxtaposition between California and Falmouth is too much for me to contemplate. Thanks for a sepia-tinged look at a place I knew virtually nothing about - it was lovely.Deborahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10892637441668897411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652835323489468820.post-18029825353572761352009-12-22T16:30:03.534-08:002009-12-22T16:30:03.534-08:00Ms. Pliers, We'll do more than that: Castle Dr...Ms. Pliers, We'll do more than that: Castle Drive, Swanpool, The Princess Pavillion,The Dell (although that one's ready for a "paved paradise and put up a parking lot" post). I think we've aged out of Shades Disco but we can grab a crab salad at the wine bar on Custom House Quay.English Riderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01712384532126551307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652835323489468820.post-23396077380787801552009-12-22T15:24:58.674-08:002009-12-22T15:24:58.674-08:00Niiiiiiccccceee...
Someday I hope to visit Falmou...Niiiiiiccccceee...<br /><br />Someday I hope to visit Falmouth with you. Will we be able to take a stroll down memory lane?<br /><br />Happy Christmas!The Pliershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09877106616685886293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652835323489468820.post-28105206768237885632009-12-22T12:44:03.049-08:002009-12-22T12:44:03.049-08:00Jean, My parents moved us around a lot for work re...Jean, My parents moved us around a lot for work reasons. Falmouth was one constant we always came back to and eventually my folks retired there. It holds a lot of good memories. England has a huge tradition of "Working Man's Choirs", as I'm sure you know. The Welsh coal miners come to mind.English Riderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01712384532126551307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7652835323489468820.post-52561550521188195912009-12-22T11:27:28.690-08:002009-12-22T11:27:28.690-08:00What a special tradition the choir must be! It all...What a special tradition the choir must be! It all sounds postively amazing and I can certainly feel the "tug" towards home you are experiencing. <br /><br />This kind of narrative is always so much better than and travelogue, as love simply pours from every description. You have some amazing memories to treasure.Jeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10029423500476995817noreply@blogger.com