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Post by Nifty on Nov 9, 2021 10:32:40 GMT 1
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Post by Nifty on Nov 17, 2021 17:32:48 GMT 1
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Post by Stinky on Dec 13, 2021 21:38:07 GMT 1
The Chrysalids. John Wyndham. Again.
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Post by ForumUser2 on Dec 13, 2021 22:39:59 GMT 1
A new analysis of the Easter Rising.
But it's on my Kindle which is at home and I'm not!
So that helps.
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FFS
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Post by FFS on Jan 2, 2022 17:37:11 GMT 1
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night, surprisingly morish
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Post by ibis on Jan 2, 2022 17:59:48 GMT 1
Some elizabeth george book (what came before he shot her).. 2 days max and then it is a trip to the €1 book shop here in the city to stock up.
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Post by FFS on Jan 2, 2022 18:04:11 GMT 1
Some elizabeth george book (what came before he shot her).. 2 days max and then it is a trip to the €1 book shop here in the city to stock up. I can get them for only 10 centimes, but the choice is rather eclectic.
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Post by ibis on Jan 2, 2022 18:10:05 GMT 1
Not to many places here in Valencia for other language books.. Benidorm or further down south in the "little england" sections of Spain they are giving them away..
Not a lot of reading going on now as I am binge watching the fall tv shows so when they start up again I am current. Last night was csi las vegas.. better than the old version..
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Post by traveller on Jan 3, 2022 10:41:24 GMT 1
I’m reading what I think of as a comic murder, you’ll probably not read it yourselves so spoiler alert. For Your Own Good by Samantha Downing it’s about a teacher who poisons his colleagues by injecting their coffee pods, it appealed to me as I never use them myself, but if I wanted to finish off my better half however…….
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Post by Nifty on Mar 6, 2022 23:23:48 GMT 1
Love Letters
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Post by traveller on Mar 7, 2022 10:21:40 GMT 1
Jodi Picoult Wish you were here, really good, a Covid experience.
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Post by Nifty on Mar 11, 2022 12:06:11 GMT 1
Not Pulp Fiction. Heartbreaker, but, True Love can never die.
Saturday 5th June 1976
‘ My Dear Darleege
Nifty I love you as much as the sky - I’ll love you till the day I die. Give me your love and give me your heart Every day that we’re apart. Love keeps my heart happy as life goes by.
Oh darlieeng darl I miss your touch - Why aren’t you home? Nifty I need you so badly and love you so much. It’s so bad. The pain.
I’ve got a terrible feeling that like Friday, When I stayed home waiting for the phone to ring and it did, at six on the dot. Is Joel in. I’ve got a terrible feeling you’re not going to ring on Monday either. And yet another lonely week will go by. Darling I do love you, although I couldn’t tell you that when you radioed me at work because the other two girls were in the office. Darling darling come home soon and let me look at you, touch you and make love with you. It makes me cry when I make myself come and you’re not there to cuddle, and I pray to the strange forces of the spirits and the wind to tell you that I love you, miss you want you. 2 Now after that little emotional outburst, let me tell you some news.
I wet out with Adam one night - I think it was a weekend- to Henley. I drove him on the bike. We wet to see a Kestrel nest he’s watching in Finley & to the walnut trees where he knows some farmers (vaarmahrs!) We played chess. I lost. I fancy him a lot and I sweat all over and get get all hot and shivery if he touches me. Unfortunately, he doesn’t fancy me. Every time I ring him and say. Let’s go out he’s always ‘got something on, sorry’. I think it might be something to do with the way I said “ I think I ought to tell you Nifty will be home soon”. His reply was ‘ Oh, I’ll just disappear then’ However, I suppose it’s better to hopelessly fancy someone and never get him, than go out with him and discover he’s not such a great guy after all. With you, you get greater and greater all the time. Oh Nifty I love you and I don’t quite know what to make of my desire to go out with other guys 3 It makes me wonder if I love you after all. It worries me, but when I’m with anyone else I think of you, I wish I was either with you or alone. As I am now. Saturday night and here I sit alone.
Robert and Jacky and I go out together a lot. Sometimes Neil comes. On Friday night, about nine (me having waited and waited for that phone call) we four went to the shop in Marlow and got ein bischen smashed beschnipdt then came back here and got stoned.
Went out one night to the Horse & Jockey wth Robert and guess who, Ed. Ed was being a bit “ Remember the good times”.
I find I’ve rather gone off him. Still it was good while it lasted. I can’t quite think of what to make of that, either.
So that’s the talk of my “other” blokes. Oh, except dear Rodey who’s brought his house, sorry, got a mortgage, at last and has got rather busy and distant.
My stepmother, Christine has arrived out here for her English holiday from Kenya and we’ve all seen her a couple of times. 4
She’s brought Mark (one of the boys) with her, We went to Marlow today and went to the fair and saw the aunts, uncles and grandmas. My mother is still dreadful as ever. She’s got an allotment now. There’s mad digging and planting going on. Last weekend I bought a turkey which Timmy and I ate ( I bought it thinking you’d be home.) We were amused to eat another upon being invited round to Amersham for a meal.
Robert and Jacky went to the Isle of Wight and stayed with Antony who’s not boozing and working as second chef, over a staff of 80 at a holiday camp. They had a quiet relaxing weekend. Richard T has not been in touch with Robert, nor has sent me the postcard he promised me. The couple upstairs are in the heavy drug and close-to-pushing scene. 5 The cops keep calling in. The bike is going really well. It’s just started ‘popping’ and smoking though. [Note, I don’t know if Jo put the last two lines together on purpose as a quip, or, it was just by chance, that she followed on with]
Work’s a bit of a drag. Even more now that depressing old Adley is back - Middle East Salesman. Derek’s on holiday which means I can get on with the work but which also means that I can’t really take any time off.
I’ve only applied for one job so far. In export with Smiths Industries. (Car accessories) in Birmingham. I’m so goddam lazy about getting off my arse and getting down to moving. All I really want to do is get married, have children, and live in the country. I wish I could work out why you don’t want to get married. Anyway, when you do finally want to, at a more advanced age, if you want children, you’ll have to marry someone much younger than me. [ she was the same age as me, about 22, so, wtf was she thinking?] My child bearing years are quickly passing, and by the time you do decide to marry me, I’ll be too old. So your sixteen year old schoolgirls will be back in favour for you. 6 I’d like to meet some fantastic bloke tomorrow (I might do yet - Timmy and I are going to Silverstone!) and just get married on, say, Wednesday, and have a kid next March.
Never mind, I’d better keep on applying for grotty jobs instead.
I’ve read that book, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Most of it was shit. A lot of his arguments had holes about ( picture of large O, representing a hole) that big in them. But I couldn’t put it down once I started it. Bit heavy going, though, I found. You had to read it really slowly and not miss a word otherwise you’d have missed the argument. 7 My whole life, my values, my views and my perspective are changing so quickly. I seem to be off materialism, yet sometimes long for lookshury, I don’t care what I look like because I know I’m better, cleverer, more latently beautiful than anyone else, yet sometimes, feel self-conscious and think of plucking my eyebrows and streaking my hair, I sometimes feel like telling you to piss off and lead a promiscuous and adventurous life, yet sometimes, wish to marry you and be faithful to you for ever, I want to move yet I’m too lazy, and I want to leave the country but have no motivation. I must be going through one of those stages in life where you change and mature and come out with peace and hindsight. I hope it’s soon. I feel a bit mixed up.Nifty I love you. I wish you were here so we could talk. But then you never talk much anyway.
Saw Jungle Book again last week. I could hardly stop laughing. Just dig that beat. Next week it’s Death Race 2000. Hope you are here to see it with me. 8. I’ll post this if I don’t hear from you.Darling thank you so much for your lovely letters. You don’t know how super it is to hear from you. Oh why can’t you be here with me. Life is so pointless without you. Yet loving you gives me great comfort. And I don’t feel so bad about sitting alone at home on a Saturday night. Oh darling. I LOVE YOU. I recon I’m going mad As I told you I didn’t write because you told me you’d moved so I thought you wouldn’t get my letter anyway. I wrote you a bit of a snotty the one dated 18th May - god darling you’ve been gone AGES. But I decided not to tear it up in the end.
I’ve just read your letters again. I reckon you do really love me. 9 I had a terrible dream last night - you were off the rig, but hadn’t come home because you were having it off with some bird. You felt guilty about it and told me and I felt like telling you to bugger off but all I could do was feel hurt and cry, and tell you I understood and I loved you all the same if not more.
Why do you worry if I’m sleeping with other guys? I mean you don’t want me on more than a temporary basis (or so you keep telling me) and if I do fall for someone else, what the fuck has it got to do with you? I sometimes wish you had married that Eileen or whoever it was. My agony would have been over long ago. Instead it just continues. I know you’ll go sooner or later (but here in my heart I don’t know) but in the meantime I’m wasting my six years left. Six years till I’m 28 and can’t really have kids after (why do I want them anyway?) But that’s an emotional question so no one can answer it. Except DNA. I feel very responsible towards you, you know. I have this strange loyalty. I don’t know why with what you’ve got going - money, looks, but I feel sorry for you in a way and think you rely on me for a lot, and need me. Yet if I did tell you to piss off, your agony would be so short-lived. Do you find our relationship painful? Please let’s discuss it when you get back. After the “ come to bed Grom. Etc. God I really need a good fuck. I quite like wanking but it’s so goddam premeditated and inevitable. Plus I get so emotional afterwards and miss you even more. Last time I cried myself to sleep without you. Darling this pain of missing you is so bad. Indescribably painful. Shit shit shit. Thank god I’ve got friends who drop in on me and thank god I can write to you like this and get it out of my system a bit. Darling if you don’t come home soon I’m going to go up the wall. I really love you more than anything I can think of. 11 You know that’s really true. I can’t think of anything I’d rather have than you, except my life and health and joie de vivre. But, my joie de vivre is always on the ebb and flow. If I could jack you in and get on with something worthwhile…… But nothing is worthwhile to me at this stage. All I want to do is marry you and have your children. I wish I didn’t feel like that - it seems so defeatist. You’ll really have to talk to me.
I want to talk it out with you and want to get to the top. Wherever that is. Is ‘the top’ a matter of opinion? ‘The top’ to me is life, happiness, contentment (Preferably with you) and love. Maybe you should help me get around to your way of thinking so I can look out for myself, see the world, & start climbing up it.
The world is like a great big tree And up the top’s where I wanna be.
But up above that, there is the sky And how could I climb so high?
All I could do then was to look at it And I can do that just as well from down here!
12 And I’d feel lonely up at the top of the tree, with all the struggling masses way down below me. But down here, I’m just part of the throbbing world and when I look up at the sky I love it & feel part of it. So what’s so great about ‘getting to the the top’ And what’s so great about climbing over a bunch of wankers anyway? The more ‘influential’ people I meet. The more ‘ people who have made it’, the more I feel they’re wankers and I’m greater than them. The secret, I think, lies living to the full and making your own standards.
Anyway. I love you. And with that strange statement which I don’t begin to understand (like eternity, infinity and the driving force of DNA) I shall say goodnight. XXXXXXXXxxxx ∞. Jo’
Though a full demonstration is out of the equation, I live in the hope that the latter part of the title is valid.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2022 17:22:10 GMT 1
Wow, that's awfully long for a love letter - Ours quickly descended into things too intimate to mention on here
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Post by Nifty on Mar 12, 2022 13:04:05 GMT 1
Wow, that's awfully long for a love letter - Ours quickly descended into things too intimate to mention on here Yup. And she wrote me dozens of them over the 18 months we were together. I currently rereading them. It is scary. I thought that she was a brilliant writer, if somewhat repetitive, also, an imaginative and talented artist. i think it is a pity that her ingenuity is not easily transferable to text. Presently, I am collating what she wrote as a clue to wtf I was doing over the years. I am most struck by how people change. I am somewhat excited at the mo, it seems that a distant cousin who have not met but have been communicating with for quite a few years helped me find her, complete with pic. She uses a different set up to search. Itb is unlikely that I would have found the suspect alone.Time will tell. It could be another error, by the same token, it could be the ticket to the land of Shangri-La where we can just be old friends. The report indicates that she is now a Ms, lives in the right ball- park. Oh knows all about my infatuations and seems to be taking it on the chin. Edit. When I wrote scary. I was referring particularly to the one 80 + page letter written in several note-books. For the meantime, I’ll just say that she was very special. Edit 2 BTW, my understanding was that when I first met her I made it clear to her that I did not own her, nor did she own me and she could do whatever or who ever she liked
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Post by spectrum on Mar 19, 2022 12:57:15 GMT 1
"Return to the long grass" by Peter Hathaway-Capstick
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