Whilst we work out a wee financial problem with our host, friend Sodajerk
is very kindly letting us have a little space here.
is very kindly letting us have a little space here.
We hope we will do nothing to offend the brawny lad, but, considering how
we are, it's going to be tough.
we are, it's going to be tough.
Not that we dislike SJ or want to say anything bad about him. It's just
that we are one of the most ignorant, xenophobic Americans ever to stand about
in front of Edinburgh Castle and try to whistle the "Highland Fling."
that we are one of the most ignorant, xenophobic Americans ever to stand about
in front of Edinburgh Castle and try to whistle the "Highland Fling."
If this were audio, you could hear us say "HEEland Fling" because we once
heard it pronounced that way by Gordon Jackson on "Upstairs, Downstairs."
heard it pronounced that way by Gordon Jackson on "Upstairs, Downstairs."
Also, we've never stood about. We stand around. But we thought stand about
would be more authentic.
would be more authentic.
And the only reason we know what Edinburgh Castle is, is because we saw
"The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie" over and over again.
"The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie" over and over again.
If Sodajerk ever had to entertain us in person, we would say "Little gels,
little gels!" in a feeble imitation of Dame Maggie Smith in the title role of
that film. We would probably also go over her lines in all four Harry Potter
movies.
little gels!" in a feeble imitation of Dame Maggie Smith in the title role of
that film. We would probably also go over her lines in all four Harry Potter
movies.
And speaking of Harry, we would also ask Sodajerk what J.K. Rowling is
really like and what he thinks will happen in the next Potter book, although SJ
has precisely the same relationship to Ms. Rowling as we have to, say, Woody
Allen. Also SJ, good man that he is, has no interest in wee Harry.
really like and what he thinks will happen in the next Potter book, although SJ
has precisely the same relationship to Ms. Rowling as we have to, say, Woody
Allen. Also SJ, good man that he is, has no interest in wee Harry.
We're proud of ourselves. We just use "wee" again. Probably not
correctly.
correctly.
Anyway, Sodajerk, thanks for the use of the hall. We'll be sending along
another post soon. And we might mention that SJ himself seems to think that the
United States is, from one end to the other, filled with "King of the Hill"
types on the front yards and "Deliverance" types in the country. And dangerously
unstable sons of privilege in the federal government.
another post soon. And we might mention that SJ himself seems to think that the
United States is, from one end to the other, filled with "King of the Hill"
types on the front yards and "Deliverance" types in the country. And dangerously
unstable sons of privilege in the federal government.
That's unsettling. He's 3500 miles away, but it seems he got some things
right.
right.
8 comments:
nice to have you visiting,Annie.
a great first post to kick things off.
the layout went a bit wonky,gappy when i posted it,but after too long without any new"Annie's Day"posts.it is good to have your wit and wisdom back online.(even slightly hacked about by me).
as for the content,whatever you want to post gets posted.
i look forward to your next posting.
Bravo, A and SJ! Two great tastes that truly taste great together. Annie, wonderful post. We share your misconceptions "aboot" the land that plaid built, but we got most of ours from watching Trainspotting and listening to Belle & Sebastian and Arab Strap. In our mind's eye, we see council flats and football and drizzle, and hear a wee bairn crying while Sodajerk says, "Christ, that wee bairn is the loudest wee bairn I've heard in all me puff!" Our mind's eye also smells haggis. (Our mind's eye has a surprisingly good sense of smell.) Sodajerk, you should probably write your impressions of NY. You've got the rest of America dead right. Cheers to the two of you!
actually Mike,that is pretty much how it is.
my visions of NYC are based on late 70's early 80's punk.Hanging out in CBGB's catchin all the good bands.
i would try and avoid the smack side of things.we had our own wee visit of that stuff back in the Trainspotting days.not very nice.
but a cold beer,The Heartbreakers on the stage and Blondie to headline,while looking forward to The Ramones gig tomorrow nite.
sounds pretty good.
Those were the glory days of NYC, when vice still ruled. Then Guiliani came along and ruined everything. He made NYC safe for babies and old ladies and other undesirable elements. It became more difficult to find a prostitute. The standard of sleaze just plummeted. Pity.
and i seem to recall reading somewhere CBGB's is moving to Las Vegas.
i can only hope it will not come to pass.
be better if it just shut,rather than Vegas.
it would be like Elvis near the end,mind you some of that was okay.
i liked "suspicious minds".
and some of his karate style posin was cool also.
guess it is all up to Hilly.
sodjerk.one of them freudian slips.
or wotevah you call em.
UM and SJ, my gratitude for your care and attention conflicts with my desire to say that you two are pretty ignorant about NYC. UM, what in blazes do you know about the sleaze that was Times Square? Just because Ben showed you a still from Midnight Cowboy when you were 11. Actually it was a zillion times worse than you can imagine, and yet we all treasured it, in a way that you do treasure places that you race through, one step ahead of a switchblade. It was our horrifying overgrown Id, and we wore it outside our bodies, and Philadelphia nor Chicago had nothing like it, no, sir.
And SJ, all we ever knew about the New York City Music Scene was once we went to see Loudon Wainwright III at CBGB on a fake ID and we were afraid our car would get stolen but it wasn't.
Well, uh, you're right. I never even saw Times Square during its seedy and glorious heyday. I did get a blowjob in NYC once, my only experience with a working girl. And I did play CBGBs, which I mention whenever possible even though CBGBs didn't seem to particularly care. What I know about NYC otherwise you could put in a thimble. Drank at the White Horse once... final stop for the great Dylan Thomas!
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