Comments on: See you on rooftops

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Wed, 23 May 2007 18:46:29 +0000

Ahem. No no no, Miss Peach! No and thrice no! I believe I merely referred to The Crimson (as no one calls them) and prog rock. I do not enjoy them. I once accompanied a blind friend to a King Crimson concert (he was a fan, not me) and it was the most tedious twiddly twiddly nineteen-minute guitar solo of my life. And I wouldn’t touch a Yes album with a particularly lengthy bargepole. I do hope that answers your rightly incredulous question.

Mind you, twiddly twiddly Cardiacs and Radiohead songs are a completely different matter. I thank you.

By: Peach

Peach — Wed, 23 May 2007 11:56:25 +0000

BY THE WAY Witness old chap, (see, we’re on such familiar terms now I have started calling you witness rather than unreliable), have scrolled down to previous comments re Smogblog a la Clarissa and in doing so, although I had realised what she had done earlier, and how sweet that was, I SAW YOU’RE INTO KING CRIMSON??????????????? and Prog Rock?

Now, answer honestly, are you?

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Wed, 23 May 2007 08:20:32 +0000

Angelalala — I have the distinct feeling that I am now going to spend the entire day looking for white signs of the presence of my guardian angel. Nothing yet, however.

OE — I would only spend the night with the angels, coming back the next morning feeling both rested and unslept.

By: overnighteditor

overnighteditor — Tue, 22 May 2007 23:26:42 +0000

Don’t fly just yet.

The angels can have you later. It’s our turn still.

By: Angelalala

Angelalala — Tue, 22 May 2007 23:16:02 +0000

I had a friend once (yeah, yeah; just the one and just the once) who said when her guardian angel was looking out for her she’d find a white feather.

I found a white balloon in my garden today. My angel obviously likes to party.

By: andre

andre — Tue, 22 May 2007 23:03:30 +0000

ha ha ha

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Tue, 22 May 2007 19:36:42 +0000

Oh, Andie! I'm sorry. It's true, I did miss your second comment. Will you ever forgive me? To answer your interjection, what gets me high is coffee. Excessive amounts of. And reading the words of Mr Andrew Jerdin of A Beautiful Revolution. That's A Beautiful Revolution, readers. Don't forget the name. A Beautiful Revolution. It's very good. And the commenters are ace.

By: andre

andre — Tue, 22 May 2007 19:27:54 +0000

*notes I am not on the above list of replies*

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Tue, 22 May 2007 18:42:21 +0000

Niki — Luxuriating is good. I dearly hope this site is often luxuriant.

Isabelle — Luverley is exactly how they say it. I sat up on my window sill hoping I would see Dick Van Dyke … but nothing.

Miles Away — They are different words, I’ll give them that. I am never entirely convinced of their beauty until a long while after.

Fiona — Angels are everywhere (if they exist). Even in Dublin bungalows. I recommend looking under the bed.

The Lamb — They bite their own thumbs, yes. Only their own, though, I’m sure.

La Fille — Oh, they are all around, if you believe in them. Fiona has some under her bed in Dublin, although she doesn’t know it yet.

Sea Urchin — Thank you and welcome. I plan to take wine with me next time, definitely. Nothing like sharing a glass or two with an angel.

By: Sea Urchin

Sea Urchin — Tue, 22 May 2007 16:41:27 +0000

At night, with wine in my veins, I will dance accross bridges, on towering rooftops, under wispering trees until the sun comes up.

By: la fille

la fille — Tue, 22 May 2007 16:00:17 +0000

I haven’t seen the angels in several years. Perhaps they’ve been busy. If you do see them, say hello for me, and that I miss them.

By: the lamb

the lamb — Tue, 22 May 2007 12:33:21 +0000

MRW — your angels bite their thumbs? Shocking.

By: fionat

fionat — Tue, 22 May 2007 09:24:18 +0000

Sigh. I live in a Dublin bungalow. The angels rarely pass this low down. But I heard them whisper as I read that. Thank you.

By: Miles Away

Miles Away — Mon, 21 May 2007 22:18:42 +0000

thank you for writing the most beautiful words. Even if you perhaps do not think them as beautiful as some others; different people find beauty in different things.

By: isabelle

isabelle — Mon, 21 May 2007 22:17:31 +0000

being a country bumpkin, I have a romantic notion of London, plus I am childish. You made me think of Mary Poppins and Chimney sweeps, and I’m glad of that. I’d love to dance on a London rooftop, that was luverley. ( I think that’s how they say it)

By: Niki

Niki — Mon, 21 May 2007 21:54:38 +0000

Mmmmmmmmm. I am luxuriating in your prose… Nice…

By: andre

andre — Mon, 21 May 2007 21:49:07 +0000

what ever gets you high my friend, what ever gets you high.

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Mon, 21 May 2007 21:33:34 +0000

Andre — Thank you. I may have flown, yes. But this has been rather an over-caffeinated few days.

By: andre

andre — Mon, 21 May 2007 21:32:08 +0000

I believe you actually flew when you composed this.

And when you finally go dancing on the rooftops, I’m coming too. Oh yes I am!

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Mon, 21 May 2007 21:32:00 +0000

Peach — I’m glad it doesn’t need explaining. I’d hate to think of you having to read this one a hundred times too.

Miles Away — I haven’t booked my flight certainly. Or bought my dancing shoes. Even though this is not the skyline I see from my fifth floor, thank you again for the wonderful images.

And thank you both for the ‘beautifuls’.