Turnupspeed

I’ve got some dogs in hats if that’s any good? x

i think you are mad. i am trying to decide if you are mad in a good way or not.

i absolutely love this post

you are a Formula One driver

x

I can’t comment on this yet, going to have to read a few hundred times again

like peach, had to read it several bizillion times.
Loved it.
Each.
And.
Every.
Time.
xxx Rachel xxx

>>Your voice back in me. Your mind back in me, if you can still find my soul. Immerse. Immerse. Immerse.

*amewe* x

(That’s me in awe)

I tend to read your posts just the once, then I normally have a lie down and listen to whale music for a while.

Deuce - Dogs in hats. Gosh. I do believe I’m weeping tears of joy. Thank you.

Another Girl - Don’t ask me. I’m mad. Or not. The decision … is yours.

Annie - Thank you. I just hope I am not Michael Schumacher. I would die if I had a chin like that.

Peach & Rachel - I always advise people to quit reading my posts after the one hundredth viewing. It’s bad for one’s health.

Andre - I sympathise. Though I normally prefer something more ‘sturm und drang’ after reading my posts. Like old Birthday Party songs or the Pixies, played ear-bleedingly loud.

Well I don’t know about reading it ahundred times, but I do know that it’s lovely.

And what’s wrong with Schumacher’s chin?

Beautiful. Always.

Angelalala - Amewe? Is that not a noise a cat makes? Please don’t be in awe, zince awe all too frequently leads to a distinct lack of awe later.

Timbo - Thank you. A mere 99 times of reading will do. As for the chin … well, it’s just disturbing. And it must slow down his aerodynamic resistance, surely?

O - Thank you. And welcome. You are too kind.

Here’s hoping that the person for whom this was written makes an appearance back in your life soon… although of course it is quite posible I misconstrued the entire post, which happens sometimes. It did feel my pulse quickening when reading it, so reading it a 100 times would probably leave me palpitating wildly and sweating like a panic-attacked beast. Ah the power of words!

still reading, still have my words been taken away…

Ariel - I sometimes think that I should change the strapline and the guidance for this site to “it means whatever you want it to mean”.

Peach - Thank you, but please don’t lose your own words entirely. I would feel immensely guilty.

Let’s try breaking the ice again, then. Words can’t bring us down.

yes, you do have something of harold pinter about you, mr unreliable.

I think it’s about Andre posting something then deleting it a minute later.

but I am always wrong.

Benjamin - I tend to break ice frequently around here, and then underneath find still and icy cold water, yet still full of words.

Edvard - Naturally all my posts are about Mr Andrew Jerdin. Except this one. As for your Pinter comparison, I don’t think I’d even dare to breathe the same rarified air. Although on reviewing this thought, I did note that we have one or two things in common.

(i) We have both done things in and around drama. He wrote brilliant plays. I, er, studied Drama.
(ii) His prose is wonderful. His poems are dreadful. My prose is bearable. My poems are embarrassingly awful.
(iii) We both like pauses.
(iv) Er, we both wear glasses.
(v) We are both, rather surprisingly, married to Antonia Fraser. Except I’m not. Thank heavens.

That is all.

*ears burning*

WHA WHa Wha wha wwwwwhhhaaa t what?

I don’t understand, and yet I can’t pull my eyes away so I sense on some level I feel an understanding.

Andre - I ever the honourable gentleman to the reply I gave some moments ago.

Clarissa - You’re spot on. Nail on head. On the money. Thank you. The fact you can’t pull your eyes away must mean something somewhere strikes a chord of understanding. It may be a totally different understanding from the one I had when writing it or the one a previous commenter had one reading it. But that’s okay, isn’t it?

Well… you’re right. The 101st reading was one too many. Up to that point, however, I was aching with you. There was a certain longing for something to fill a void. But of course, that’s because we put onto your words our own interpretation based on where / who we are. That’s why we love them so much.

and after all these times reading, i cannot say just how [insert word] this is.

But it is. And it shall ever be.

… still reading…

La Fille - I like that interpretation too. Both the ‘longing’ part and the interpretation that it’s all about one’s own interpretation. Yes.

Miles Away - Thank you. That is [insert word].

Peach - Er …

What can I say?

Nothing really, yet I feel compelled to comment.

Admiration reeks of envy.

Ummm, that’s a compliment.

ha ha, ok. I had to read it a few times as it conjured up too many images and scenes that I have been trying to decide (a) which one it means for you and (b) which one is the favourite one for me…

which I can’t

suffice it to say, for me, it is London, it is loneliness, it is longing, it is lullabies, ut us mad dashes across the world to see someone.. it is loss, it is lovely…

and if that makes no sense whatsoever, I am glad I can fall behind the concept that art means many things to many people despite what the author meant!

anyhow, I love you…

I will stop reading now, just for now

Gordon - Don’t worry, I am actually quite a fan of nothing comments. And nothing posts, strangely enough. I knew there was some explanation for this site.

Peach - Yes, everything is in the interpratation. London. Check. Loneliness. Check. Longing. Check. Lullabies, mad dashes, loss. Check, check and check.

Loneliness and frustration beautifully spun.
I wish you could cross that ocean.

I’m ok. You’re ok. It’s more than ok! x, c

Isabelle - Thank you. Though I have to say that I cross oceans quite regularly. They can be surprisingly small when situated between one’s ears.

Clarissa - Everything is ok.