Thursday, November 27, 2008

We Come On A Ship They Call The Mayflower


I've been to Nottingham today. It was OK. It rained.

I thought I'd walk back to the railway station instead of getting a cab it seemed like such a short distance, and then I ended up getting lost and walking past redbrick terraced houses and what the Americans call auto repair yards and I had to ask a lady where the station was and she was tremendously friendly and helpful in the way that only people that don't live in London are but they were - and I'm sorry nice lady - the worst, most over-complex make-sense-only-to-locals directions I have ever been given and by the time I did get to the station (I did get to the station) I was wetter than a wet thing that lives in wet places and, well, you know, phew.

By the way, my been-away-for-a-day observations on re-entering London were

1. That new St Pancras Station is dead posh
2. Crikey there's a lot of people here, and
3. Hmm. Most of them are wearing black.

Anyway the point of popping in here tonight when I didn't really expect to is to wish, sincerely, all of our lovely American friends a very, very happy Thanksgiving.

*sings* 'Enjoy your turkey!'

God I do go on.

Paul Simon - 'American Tune' (1973)

PS: The Mayflower actually sailed to The New World from my old hometown. Oh yes.

15 comments:

  1. Thank you darling, the feast was wonderful and as we ate in a restaurant, no dishes! :p And that darn Paul Simon song chokes me up every time.... xoxox

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  2. To add to observation number 2 - most are also rude and miserable looking.
    Don't really mean to slag off the city but that's my impression when i come down. Stop somebody and ask for directions and they either look at you as if you are a madman or ignore you.
    Drew

    ps
    Are we getting another slice of prime dance music tonight?

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  3. We are - and it's a long, slow sexy one...

    btw we Londoners reserve the right to be rude, miserable and shitty to visitors - it's what makes us special.

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  4. Mr D, thanks kindly, the book arrived this morning. Chapter 9 by lunchtime! Excellent stuff!

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  5. As an (ex) Londoner I object to that that slur. I liked giving people directions and showing off my knowledge of the city.

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  6. Turkey was very nice by the way. Had a couple of friends over and got lightly sozzled on Scotch while listening to Jose Feliciano.

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  7. It don't get better'n that x

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  8. Boring but true factoid of the day - My home town has an obscure thanksgiving connection. Quote:"It was a Gillingham man, Edward Rawson, who became the first secretary to the Massachusetts Bay Colony, a post that he held until his death in 1693. In this position he was instructed to issue The First Thanksgiving Proclamation (June 20, 1676)"

    Verification word: miqwham
    Do you think it's telling me what to post?

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  9. I'm sure the Miqwham was an ancient tribe of Native American people located throughout Massachusetts.

    Still, wake me up before you go go.

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  10. "They say I don't know, I don't care and I gotta go mate"

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  11. Well, he was from Woking. No wonder no one wanted to speak to him.

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  12. On Tottenham Ct Rd last month, I asked a newspaper seller chappie where the nearest Post Office was.

    "Fack orrf" he replied. "And buy a bleedin' paper".

    To be honest, you rarely see a Londoner within a square mile of Charing Cross.

    And, lest we forget, there are some discourteous/obnoxious tossers oop north too.

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  13. Aw, thank you belatedly! Between the flu and the holiday and playing catch up, I'm only seeing this now.

    "Wetter than a wet thing that lives in wet places." Hee.

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