tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post5213003483876356441..comments2023-12-18T17:32:03.325+00:00Comments on Kindred of the Quiet Way: TechniqueUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-11295735383378022542014-03-27T15:49:51.220+00:002014-03-27T15:49:51.220+00:00Hello, Maurice! Yes - I remember you well and wit...Hello, Maurice! Yes - I remember you well and with much affection. Happy times! It's so good of you to get in touch.<br />As you didn't send an email address I assumed it would be okay to publish your message and my reply here - but if you'd have preferred it private just comment again to say so and I'll take away your message and this reply. Arundel - lovely part of the world. xPen Wilcockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13818227904371811230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-63004202851443025782014-03-27T13:44:49.445+00:002014-03-27T13:44:49.445+00:00Hello Pen - I have a copy of 'The Long Fall...Hello Pen - I have a copy of 'The Long Fall', signed by you, that I came across when looking for Lent material this week.<br />My name is Maurice Slattery and we met when we were both on the Southwark Ordination Course. Wondered what had happened to tou and yours - confess that I am only, spasmodically, still in touch with Richard Crossland from those days. Did keep in contact with Martin Baddeley for a longwhile - went to Judith's funeral in the Malvery Hills.<br />Am Priest in Charge of 2 parishes in West Sussex, near Arundel, and continue to continue.<br />Glad that you are thriving and still writing.<br />Go well. MauriceMaurice Slatterynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-17760888355108469532014-03-26T11:27:31.929+00:002014-03-26T11:27:31.929+00:00:0D
xx:0D<br /><br />xxPen Wilcockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13818227904371811230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-78939963725964797912014-03-26T09:05:59.342+00:002014-03-26T09:05:59.342+00:00Oh my goodness, what a trip down memory lane. Its ...Oh my goodness, what a trip down memory lane. Its got me thinking, as I am sure it has everyone, about my earliest records, films, etc. I don't know how old I was when I had my first record player, but I can remember my most favourite record - How Much Is That Doggie In The Window. I played it incessantly, and then .....I sat on it and broke it! I was distraught, but I can't help thinking now that I was probably the only one. Then I progressed to things like My Boy Lollipop by Millie. Now I'm back in the past, I remember going to see A Hard Days Night, with my Dad. He didn't want to go, but I was considered too young to go with anyone else. He sat there, very disapprovingly, all the way through. I was desperate to scream, along with everyone else, but with my Dad alongside absolutely nothing would come out of my mouth when I opened it to let rip! Happy Days.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04014485264563415935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-80639486695009344792014-03-26T06:40:16.546+00:002014-03-26T06:40:16.546+00:00:0) Yes - and I think 'restroom' would ha...:0) Yes - and I think 'restroom' would have been unsuccessful too! xxPen Wilcockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13818227904371811230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-80617250205258924162014-03-26T03:18:32.528+00:002014-03-26T03:18:32.528+00:00Yes, I made that dreadfully embarrassing mistake o...Yes, I made that dreadfully embarrassing mistake of asking if there was a "bathroom" nearby, while waiting for a bus (in the UK)...oops...of course, I didn't want to take a bath!!! :-DLesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08953719271694708317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-38772668846387197612014-03-25T16:45:35.828+00:002014-03-25T16:45:35.828+00:00:0D Bathroom stool! Who knew? Not in the UK. Y...:0D Bathroom stool! Who knew? Not in the UK. You are quite right in your surmise.<br />I remember that thing about the thumb and the palm of the hand, too! xxPen Wilcockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13818227904371811230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55532501364780143.post-11644039340432263072014-03-25T13:44:42.469+00:002014-03-25T13:44:42.469+00:00This side of the pond the bathroom stool is the to... This side of the pond the bathroom stool is the toilet, but I'm gathering that as you father cut holes in one for speakers in your fair land it must be some sort of a little bench. Clever man!<br /> I'm wracking my brain trying to figure out what my first film was. Our Girl Scout troop went on a field trip to the city an hour's drive away to see Mary Poppins. They also taught us to make a ground meat mixture on bread toasted under the broiler, and to dance an Irish jig. Girl Scouts was much more useful than school.<br /> Technique. We called it that here, too. You should look a girl right in the eyes when she's talking, even though she'll be talking about dumb stuff. You should tell her a sad story from your childhood to tap into her maternal side, and it helps if you can cry just a little. Girls like it if they think you're sensitive.<br /> There was also something about holding her hand and rubbing her palm in little circles with your thumb, but I'm not sure what that's supposed to accomplish.<br /> The joke of it was the boys thought the whole concept of tachnique was their big secret, but the girls knew all about it.<br /> I've got it--Blue Hawaii, Elvis Presley, that was my first film. <br /> I've got to go look up your early tv shows, we had totally different ones, and if I don't look yours up the curiosity will do me in. <br /> Thank you for being so deliciously linky!<br /> Rapunzelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18381797135241461102noreply@blogger.com