@tinycharlotte72
Same with us in London for anything involving lights on, including neighbour’s Christmas display. Equally, anywhere with more than 4 people was ‘It’s like Piccadilly Circus here’. I still use both.
My best one was being asked to arrange a call time for my boss with Scott Walker. This was in the mid 80s. I was given his number & assumed a PA would answer but Scott’s unmistakeable tones replied “Hold on, I’ve just got out of the shower. Let me grab a towel.” Nearly fainted.
This is why Twitter beats all of the other platforms hands down. Yes, sometimes it’s a mad place, but the scene on here is way better than anywhere else. Everything is here. Music, films, books, art, and a whole bunch of people who love them.
@SoVeryBritish
“Right, beddybyes” started in childhood but I still found myself using it to the dog 40 years later. My mother always said “Goodnight, God bless, sweet dreams.” as we went to bed. It felt like a protective charm.
I’d kill for this jacket. It’s like a constellation in fabric. When I was a little girl I read a story where someone snipped a piece of the purple dusk and made it into a cloak. I dreamed of that cloak for so long!
@SoVeryBritish
See also ‘Yes, of course you must come and stay sometime.’ Translation: I hate having guests who invite themselves, and will immediately embark upon an extensive round world trip if you show any sign of making good this threat.’
@hellothisisivan
It’s always revealing and deeply insulting: the idea that if you’re working-class you won’t know how to dress or behave or interact with people from other backgrounds. You could have taken my mother to a Buckingham Palace garden party (not that she’d have gone, mind you).
Asking “What surname, please?” when the boss of the company* rang the switchboard on my first day to speak to one of the directors and just said “Hi, it’s Richard.”
*Virgin
Well, I hope you’re all enjoying your garden parties this weekend. I haven’t been able to see people I care about for over two months & it’s miserable. You have no idea how much I want to escape lockdown. But I’m doing it because I still think it’s important to keep isolated.
@AwwwwCats
An incredibly stupid thing to do. It can cause the mother to reject or even harm the kitten. It’s not sweet, it’s bothering a mother while she’s feeding her young.
The Red Terrierist always insisted on observing the democratic process on voting days. (Although to be honest, she was more of an autocrat and I merely her obedient subject.)
#dogsatpollingstations
If you doubted the state of the rental market, consider some of the situations I have seen: a flat not vacant till July already snapped up; another paying rent on a studio for 4 months before they can move in so as not to lose it; a room boasting “with window” as a selling point
@ShamanOfThe
God, how big a sense of entitlement do you have to have to think someone clearly absorbed in writing (or reading) wants to stop and answer questions?! I wouldn’t dream of interrupting anyone in that way!
I like this place. I like that I can watch the boats sail and the sun rise and set over the sea from the same window. I like the gulls screeching above and the songbirds in the trees below. I like how light fills the room. I hope I get to enjoy this place for a good while.
This afternoon I had an unexpected text from my ex's sister saying she was in town for a few hours with the kids in tow & would I like to meet up for hot chocolate. The first time since before lockdown that I've been face to face with people I care about. I nearly wept.
I don't know why, but I have that Sunday night before school feeling in spades tonight. Doesn't even make sense, does it? All it needs is my mum ironing under a 60 watt bulb in front of the Onedin Line. And no, I haven't done my homework.
It’s not that living alone is so bad. I don’t ask for much. But I do *everything*, personally & professionally, & sometimes I think, well when’s it my turn to sit in the passenger seat? Because if I don’t do stuff, nothing happens. And if I get it wrong, nobody fixes it for me.
@ASmallFiction
@Andr6wMale
Lovely. There’s no expiry date on loss, is there? Some mornings I still feel the paws padding up the bed to disturb me for breakfast, just at that point between sleeping and properly waking.
I’d completely forgotten a package had arrived earlier - I’d put it to one side after the postman handed it over. And here it is at last, end of its long trip from America. Look! a 1931 edition of Beckett’s Proust
#smallthings
@MrRayNewman
Inherited a load of those from my dad, who’d found them in a secondhand shop in Kensington in the late 50s/early 60s (pretty much where he’d found everything he owned). Wish I’d kept them but my sister wanted to sell for the cash so I couldn’t.
Life can be far worse for others. Went for coffee after walk & when I left it was raining again with a bitter wind rising. Stopped to give cash to a young homeless guy - 20s, polite, softly-spoken. Got him a hot drink & my gloves as he had none. He’s got a horrible night ahead.
20 years ago today a scruffy unwanted puppy walked off a South London street into my arms, where she stayed for the rest of her life. If you're lucky, you get to spend some of your days on earth with a handful of special beings & she was one of mine. ❤️❤️
This is how we stayed cool in the 1970s. Our parents made us visit mediaeval castles with thick stone walls on hot sunny days, while we sulked because we wanted to check out the boys on the beach.
My lovely loving dad would’ve been 95 today. I miss his irrepressible chirpiness and optimism that still managed to filter through even when things were looking bleak. He was fun to be with too, even when some of his eccentricities got in the way of the practicalities of life. xx
@historyinmoment
I wish people would stop sharing this photo. This isn't how she deserves to be remembered. The poor girl looks so desolate and clearly unwell. You just want to give her a hug and take her home.
The Hurlers on Bodmin Moor with the engine house of the old tin mine behind it. Boop loved the moor. I scattered some of her ashes around the stones so she could run there forever under their protection.
#StandingStoneSunday
Finally, I’m IN the house! Took one last picture from the hill - my current view is the almost-full moon over the bay. And a bedsit full of bags and boxes. Can’t get at the kettle yet.
Left the beach eventually but just couldn’t stop looking at the moon. There were bats everywhere, I think it must wake them up! And it was so warm walking home. For all the other stuff that gets me down, I feel so blessed by days like these.
I’m always slightly bemused when I see people talk about the ‘stigma’ of doing stuff by yourself, because I honestly have never felt it, not in the UK at least. Even back in the 80s I’d eat alone, went to cinema, galleries & even opera alone. It never crossed my mind I shouldn’t
I start grumbling about my life and then look at the news and feel guilty because, well, compared to that I really have nothing to complain about, do I?
@SamWhyte
Good for them. Way too many employers got used to people who wouldn’t refuse to work long past their finish time. I recall one sulking because nobody would come in on a bank holiday!
I tried to take a photo of me smiling but they all looked like this so it’ll have to do. 2023 stumbled in but I must say it turned out to have some very high highlights indeed so here’s to more for ‘24 (let’s hope!). Love and peace for the coming year 🥂❤️🥂
Stop presuming everyone older owns their own place. My current house share consists of 5 single people, male and female, age range from mid-40s to 60s. Basically the situation I was in when I was in my 20s except then I assumed my future ‘grown up’ life would be rather different.
My mum died in 1987, yet when I glanced into the mirror first thing there she was, right down to the mouth, the look in the eyes and that little patch of broken vein on the left cheek. This is King Edward VII’s park. In spring the cherry blossom paths looked like a tree wedding.
@MissLauraMarcus
When I was 15 they had a Royal Navy officer come & give a careers talk. I asked him about commanding a ship and he said women weren’t allowed to do that but we could have very nice secretarial jobs.
@AdamJFarrer
@robpalkwriter
When I was seven we formed a witches' gang. (We didn't know the word coven.) Initiation was via sipping a magic brew we concocted from spiderwebs, dust and other things we found in Julie's dad's shed.
Today would've been my mum's 88th birthday. She died in 1987, suddenly & way too young. She was warm, hard-working & smart, with a naughty sense of humour. Everyone who met her was charmed. She'd left school at 14 with little education but loved to read. And she sang beautifully.
I am so cold I am wearing a thermal long-sleeved vest under a wool dress under a furry hoodie, furry socks in bootees and thermal leggings that are too long for me so they’re wrinkled round my ankles. I look like Nora Batty in eyeliner.
@rcscribbler
I remember someone saying to me ‘Oh, you’re middle class’ because of my interests & I had parents who brought me up to care about art, politics & environment. Until I was 10 we lived in a 1 bed flat (2 adults 2 kids sleeping in the same room) with no bathroom, no heating.
Look what I just saw on my walk back! I thought it was a bit of metal on the path & then it slithered off to the wall. I haven’t seen a slow worm for ages - I feel like I’ve been visited by royalty.
#springwatch
God, this is such a horrible, painful time. For all the jokes and bravado, it's just an utterly miserable period. I pray we all come through this soon, somehow. Stay safe out there xx
Would’ve been my mum’s birthday today. I don’t know what year this was taken - ‘67/‘68 maybe. We’re in King Edward’s park in Wembley. That old roundabout is probably long gone. There was a witch’s hat too, swings and one of those metal slides that got too hot in the summer.
I've told this before but it will remain my favourite: being asked to call Scott Walker about a meeting when I worked the switchboard at Virgin Film in 1984. It never occurred to me he'd answer his own phone but it was immediately, unmistakably him. And he was absolutely lovely.
Watched Carol Morley's beautifully mesmeric and unsettling film 'The Falling', set in an English girls' school in the late 60s. It has echoes of 'Picnic At Hanging Rock', but also other films I couldn't quite put my finger on. It's on BBC iPlayer for a bit if you haven't seen it.
Since the Easter bunny has chosen not to bring me anything this year I’ve booked myself in for Sunday lunch with a sea view. Roast potatoes and Yorkshire pud to soothe my fretful mood.
I would hate our Twitter community to disappear. Apart from the people I enjoy interacting with there are all kinds of art & lit/poetry accts I follow & I'm not sure I'd find them all in one place again. This is the place I come to relax, like a town where I know my way around.
I joined Twitter in 2009 but barely used it. It took me until about 2017 to really get to know how to enjoy it though. None of the other sites are as good. I like my corner of the Twitter field, I don’t care about gaining more followers. I don’t want to go anywhere else.
Seriously, who cares *when* someone else discovered an artist you like? Nobody ever says, “Ah Mozart, but you really should’ve caught him in Vienna in 1781.”
This gifted, beautiful man would’ve been 80 today. I don’t usually wish I was older but watching the Hendrix docs on BBC2 last night made me wish I’d been around early enough to encounter him properly. Everything about him charms.
The thing with Twitter is, it's basically a nice neighbourhood. Great views in some areas. A few of the streets are a bit dodgy and the landowner is a complete **** but there are too many good people living here for me to even think about moving out.
32 years have passed so quickly and I’ve lived longer without her than I did with her. She was loving, spirited, smart, beautiful and funny, with a huge heart. At her funeral the chapel was packed with people we didn’t even know she knew. Still loved and still missed ❤️❤️
Pine martens caught on camera playing on children's swingset in Ardnamurchan, Scotland. The owner of the video, Les Humphreys, tells us this is a nightly occurence in his garden.
Credit: Les Humphreys, Ardnamurchan Wildlife Watch Facebook Group
#pinemarten
#wildlifephotography
@DPunctum
I did read it, but it still annoyed me. I mean, I’m glad he’s enjoying himself but this whole “Aww, look, over 55 and they’re still doing things” schtick gets right on my elderly nerves.
@Laura_TCO
@goldmartin
@VirginTrains
I wish I could say I’m surprised but I’m not. After I got hit by a car some years ago I had to walk with a stick for a few weeks & while commuting not a single person offered me a seat (in fact on one occasion they rushed to beat me to it).