tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15685795.post114250729093948496..comments2012-02-20T16:36:01.196-08:00Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15685795.post-1156814499088474762006-08-28T18:21:00.000-07:002006-08-28T18:21:00.000-07:00interestingly, this has some resonance with my own life. it was summer 1992 and i was in love for the first time. whilst holidaying in the idyll of south wales, my lover and i used to go for romantic walks along the beach. being a meterologist, bob (for 'twas his name) used to tell me about low and high water times, rather in the way people in films educate one another about the constellations of stars.<BR/><BR/>one time, we decided to go for a walk at low tide, imagine my surprise when instead of the usual wet sand you'd expect to be confronted with, the beach underneath the shallowest water was lined with jimmy saville lookalikes! <BR/><BR/>it was bloody weird, i can tell you.<BR/><BR/>verityAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15685795.post-1143314808428990512006-03-25T11:26:00.000-08:002006-03-25T11:26:00.000-08:00Aha so this is where you are! Very cunning to preserve your anonymity. Kind of wish I'd done the same.<BR/><BR/>I really like this post. Your writing and photography inspires me. And your music. Heck, YOU inspire me. Strive on, brother!Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05233649155019114328noreply@blogger.com