tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post7534858046451499301..comments2023-04-27T09:34:49.538+02:00Comments on travelling, but not in love: Walk on bytravelling, but not in lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063643541653145954noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-68869017051491337962009-01-29T14:55:00.000+01:002009-01-29T14:55:00.000+01:00Louise, thanks dear - I live to serve.Louise, thanks dear - I live to serve.travelling, but not in lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01063643541653145954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-25384042732284546832009-01-29T04:23:00.000+01:002009-01-29T04:23:00.000+01:00You attention to all this is remarkable. The way y...You attention to all this is remarkable. The way you chronicled it wonderful.Louisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00984115229811752666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-72538325243798771442009-01-28T10:18:00.000+01:002009-01-28T10:18:00.000+01:00Victor, that's funny! And look at you and your 'e...Victor, that's funny! And look at you and your 'evident lust'... nice ;-)travelling, but not in lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01063643541653145954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-15240879791487403932009-01-28T09:02:00.000+01:002009-01-28T09:02:00.000+01:00I used to admire this really good looking man I us...I used to admire this really good looking man I used to see standing at a bus stop every morning as I walked past on my way to work until one day he attacked me with an umbrella shouting that I should stop staring at him. I didn't realise my lust was so evident!Victorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14778094395442538035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-72955438665023456772009-01-27T11:52:00.000+01:002009-01-27T11:52:00.000+01:00Oh Darling - I'm reading a book about New Orleans ...Oh Darling - I'm reading a book about New Orleans and they are talking about Hotel Pontalba - I believe that is really close isn't it?<BR/><BR/>The park - it's where the gallows was a long time ago. Think I've got it nailed. If so...how truly lovely.aimshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12685252628734838159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-4144687190294757522009-01-27T08:07:00.000+01:002009-01-27T08:07:00.000+01:00Torny, I have to agree - I'm not sure if it's love...Torny, I have to agree - I'm not sure if it's lovely to see the same faces over again, or if it's a sign that things are too routine...<BR/><BR/>12oti - Oh, I'm with you...I'd also be looking out for any that could be for me!<BR/><BR/>HQ - that sounds worse than itreally is, I'm sure. At least Cork is something to look forward to....yay!travelling, but not in lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01063643541653145954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-58572191877822917852009-01-27T05:50:00.000+01:002009-01-27T05:50:00.000+01:00Le Sigh.I am now officially missing daylight.My ro...Le Sigh.<BR/><BR/>I am now officially missing daylight.<BR/><BR/>My routine is quite sad.<BR/><BR/>Jump in car<BR/>Deliberately steer to the lane with the nice toll collector.Sometimes he's the only human I speak with for days.<BR/>Arrive at office.<BR/>Then I'm 'processed' by armed guards and granted access to my dungeon.<BR/><BR/>Fuck...breaking it down like that is utterly depressing.The Hangar Queenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03539626951109481453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-44326891112575312172009-01-27T01:45:00.000+01:002009-01-27T01:45:00.000+01:00I often see the same people on my commute to work....I often see the same people on my commute to work. In the afternoons I read the free paper handed out at stations, and there's a section in it for reader's email or text messages. Lots of them are things like 'cute girl with red shirt on the 5:00 train west, you are gorgeous, wanna meet for coffee? From blue shirt sitting opposite you". I think I read that section wondering if there will ever be one to me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-22290830781213548872009-01-26T23:20:00.000+01:002009-01-26T23:20:00.000+01:00That was nice. I'm always of two minds on the habi...That was nice. I'm always of two minds on the habit, on the one hand it's all cozy and comforting, and on the other it's staid and dead. I always take the same seat on the bus.tornwordohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16581361982939423598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-61174721912617178512009-01-26T21:06:00.000+01:002009-01-26T21:06:00.000+01:00Anthony, you are too romantic for words. Such a l...Anthony, you are too romantic for words. Such a lovely thought....and a song from my childhood...really!travelling, but not in lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01063643541653145954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-57004207852072526512009-01-26T20:58:00.000+01:002009-01-26T20:58:00.000+01:00Now all you need to do is skip to work with a bask...Now all you need to do is skip to work with a basket of flowers singing Kumbaya. Then it would really be a perfect world :-) <BR/><BR/>http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=p3MiD_U4CHQTonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12378973060080539056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-27198516906613683472009-01-26T20:26:00.000+01:002009-01-26T20:26:00.000+01:00Aims, I don't know...will look out for them tomorr...Aims, I don't know...will look out for them tomorrow...<BR/><BR/>Amy, it'd the best part of city life - that and the boyz, he hetravelling, but not in lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01063643541653145954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-16767473046659242862009-01-26T19:58:00.000+01:002009-01-26T19:58:00.000+01:00I loved this! Why do I miss city life? Characters/...I loved this! Why do I miss city life? Characters/scenes like the ones you described so vividly.amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08330763519601938989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-17523694886489155172009-01-26T19:56:00.000+01:002009-01-26T19:56:00.000+01:00LOL - I meant in the park across the way...btw - ...LOL - I meant in the park across the way...<BR/><BR/>btw - saw your comment over on Juliette's....and I laughed! Thought of you for some very odd reason while I read her post!aimshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12685252628734838159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-65190038080503836842009-01-26T19:46:00.000+01:002009-01-26T19:46:00.000+01:00Aims, those aren't statues - those are bellboys!Aims, those aren't statues - those are bellboys!travelling, but not in lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01063643541653145954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-58719697606943016512009-01-26T19:36:00.000+01:002009-01-26T19:36:00.000+01:00Now tell me - what are those statues out front?Now tell me - what are those statues out front?aimshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12685252628734838159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-57165545628535471352009-01-26T19:25:00.000+01:002009-01-26T19:25:00.000+01:00D - it's true, and comforting in a groundhog day k...D - it's true, and comforting in a groundhog day kind of way...<BR/><BR/>Softy, it does feel like I share that moment of our day with the others...<BR/><BR/>Aims, I knew SOMEONE was there!!travelling, but not in lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01063643541653145954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-90473015564439584312009-01-26T19:20:00.000+01:002009-01-26T19:20:00.000+01:00I walked to work with you this morning dear heart....I walked to work with you this morning dear heart.<BR/><BR/>The prayer mat made me smile and then I wondered what an 'alice band' is. <BR/><BR/>I too wondered why meet in the bowels of the earth when you could have sunshine on your face - and Greece - why? <BR/><BR/>I passed on the chocolate pastries because I'm a celiac but I could smell them. <BR/><BR/>And I wanted to go to google earth to see what building you work in.<BR/><BR/>Yes dear heart - I walked to work with you today. Did you see me?aimshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12685252628734838159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-14349784228324417322009-01-26T18:54:00.000+01:002009-01-26T18:54:00.000+01:00I think that's lovely, it sounds like a small loca...I think that's lovely, it sounds like a small local community even through it is spread throughout the city on your journey. I was imagining everyone you described :0softintheheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01365562754859033869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-88526475475321143772009-01-26T18:33:00.000+01:002009-01-26T18:33:00.000+01:00Its true, no matter where you live, if you are on ...Its true, no matter where you live, if you are on a schedule, adhering to a routine you will see the same people every day/evening ... it is sort of comforting ...Darylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08241795455748298624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-30355038865774419952009-01-26T17:13:00.000+01:002009-01-26T17:13:00.000+01:00Lewis, it's true, the normal and the routine has i...Lewis, it's true, the normal and the routine has it's own certain specialness.<BR/><BR/>Marjolein, I like things like that - shame the house is up for sale. I bet there's a novel to be written about her existence...travelling, but not in lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01063643541653145954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-4197020163738331892009-01-26T17:07:00.000+01:002009-01-26T17:07:00.000+01:00My morning waiting-for-the-metro routine features ...My morning waiting-for-the-metro routine features a lady who lives across from the platform coming out in her pink dressing gown, and putting the bikes outside for the children and her to ride to school. She always comes out from the garage and then enters the house again through the front door. There's a for sale sign on the house though, so I'm not sure how long this routine will still last.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036713826639353991.post-77853864028818754352009-01-26T16:14:00.000+01:002009-01-26T16:14:00.000+01:00What a beautiful portrayal of your day...and the p...What a beautiful portrayal of your day...and the people in your world. I love that sort of thing that reminds us quickly of the normal, the routine, that we often take for granted. And the prayer rug sounds very pretty!A Lewishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05066992019067893513noreply@blogger.com