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10:10 am: Saturday stupidity
MEME TIME!!!!

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL OR FACTUAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE OR FACTUAL.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your LJ and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

The point of the possibility of your story being factual is that other people won't know whether the plausible ones are true or false.

Knock yourselves out folks.. best ones get cookies! [well, virtual cookies but at least they're non-fattening since they have imaginary calories]

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From:takahe
Date:June 24th, 2006 01:44 pm (UTC)
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I remember the time I first met you. I was launching my first novel, and you came in and asked me to sign your copy. You said the book made you cry like a baby, which was most unusual for you, and at that point I asked you whether you were gay. Remember?

Nah, just kidding. Remember our first real meeting? I had a flat tyre out on Stokes Valley Road where I'd been visiting the Buddhist monastery and you were walking up from the bus stop in the rain and stopped to help. I had dropped the tyre iron on my finger and you took me up to your house for some ice, and that's where I met Viv and the boys.
I never told you but that finger was really broken.
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From:ringbark
Date:June 27th, 2006 07:39 am (UTC)
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at that point I asked you whether you were gay. Remember?
Not particularly: over the years so many people have asked me that I lost track.
I never told you but that finger was really broken
I must say, it looked a lot worse than just a bruise. We were pretty good with cars around that time, because that was when we had the car that had only cost us $300.
Here's your cookie.
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From:highway61poet
Date:June 24th, 2006 02:17 pm (UTC)
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Of course, my greatest memory of you was when you visited New Orleans back in 2003. It was good to finally meet you. But specifically, the one incident that most sticks in my mind (and you probably know what I'm talking about already!) was when we were walking down Royal St. and were approached by that old woman pushing a grungy basket filled with beads and trinkets. She followed us for half a block shouting, "Tell ya fortune for five dollars! Only five dollars!" After a minute of this, you turned to face her and spoke a couple words in French (I had no idea you spoke the language) and implied you didn't understand a word she was saying! She looked a little shocked. Then disappointed. Finally, she turned and walked away--presumably to pester someone who could speak English!
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From:ringbark
Date:June 27th, 2006 07:42 am (UTC)
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Well, I don't really remember too much about that trip...
On the other hand, when we were in Italy at the start of the year, I did deal with some street vendors that way. One in particular was very difficult to get rid of. "No", "Nein", "Non", "Ne" didn't seem to give him the message: it wasn't till I got to "Nyet" that he swore at me and left.
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From:jiggery_pokery
Date:June 24th, 2006 05:19 pm (UTC)
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Haven't we done something very similar to this already somewhere before?

I remember getting a great deal of good advice from you. So far, following it's not been as tricky as I thought it might, but most of the decisions will come towards the day itself.
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From:ringbark
Date:June 27th, 2006 07:45 am (UTC)
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Haven't we done something very similar to this already somewhere before?
Yes, that time we talked about the curry shop in Abingdon. But this time you're talking about something completely different. I can't be sure exactly what you are talking about this time, but I'm pretty sure that I should be complimented by it. Hope you're still enjoying your LJ permanent account. Here's your cookie.
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From:jiggery_pokery
Date:July 17th, 2006 02:40 am (UTC)
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Wedding advice!

I'm not enjoying it as much as I used to, but I still like the people as much as ever.

Thanks for the cookie! (Good job that I haven't set my browser to block cookies.) In return, have this one.



It's made from the recipe on the Evil Chocolate Conglomerate branded packet of semi-sweet morsels (chocolate chips to you and me) but I added a load of mixed peel - probably more than I should have done, to be honest. I was amazed that something with such an unbalanced contents-dough recipe would cook properly, but it did OK. Very chewy, though, in a not-unpleasant fashion.
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From:ealuscerwen
Date:June 25th, 2006 08:01 am (UTC)
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I remember joining you at Maxwells, just down from Carfax in Oxford, and having a really good hamburger. I hadn't been there before and you were keen on introducing me to the restaurant, so I seem to recall that once the burgers arrived, most of my comments were around what a good idea it had been to go there.
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From:ringbark
Date:June 27th, 2006 07:48 am (UTC)
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I hadn't been there before and you were keen on introducing me to the restaurant,
How many people did I drag along to Maxwell's over the years? It must be well into double figures. It's always been a good place, and I think I need to go there on my next visit to the city, if it's still there. Is it? You know restaurants come and go. I think the Dutch pancake disappeared.
Here's your cookie.
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From:ealuscerwen
Date:June 27th, 2006 05:40 pm (UTC)
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The Dutch pancake house has indeed disappeared, as has Bogarts.

I'm not living in Oxford any more but believe Maxwell's is still there. The chain certainly still exists as I drive past the one in Hampstead relatively frequently.

Thank you for my cookie!

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From:ringbark
Date:June 27th, 2006 06:09 pm (UTC)
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Well, in my financial bracket, Maxwell's and Bogart's were key restaurants. In other cities, I had two favourites in Edinburgh: "Desperate Dan's Diner" (steak house, man size for 10oz, Dan size for 15oz and Desperate Dan at 20oz, with magnificent pancakes for desserts) and a basement restaurant themed around the movies of Rock Hudson. If it's still in business, it's surely not still called "Rock Bottom"...
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From:suilven
Date:June 25th, 2006 07:22 pm (UTC)
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September 1987. Bulawayo, Zimbabwe. I arrived in Bulawayo from Harare and just loved it from the moment I got there. I loved the wide dusty streets, the low buildings, the abundance of beautiful jacaranda trees, the pleasantness and openness of the people. I felt as though I had stepped back in time as the whole place seemed to have stepped from the pages of a colonial history of Africa. After the bustle of Harare it seemed like an oasis of calm and beauty. It seemed I was the only tourist around, certainly the only white one. I had several hours to pass before I could board the night train for Vic Falls. The sign in the station told me that the given departure time was merely the time before which the train would not depart. It made me smile. It seemed nobody had any idea of when our train might leave. It might leave an hour late, three hours late or ten hours late. Nobody seemed to know nor, it has to be said, care in the slightest. It might even leave on time.

I wandered round town. Bulawayo had a lovely feel to it but it was hot, hotter than Harare but prettier. I loved it. It was so refreshingly different. I saw a young couple in the distance who looked like tourists. They looked happy and relaxed. A few hours later back at the train station I saw them again. They still looked like they hadn't a care in the world. They didn't see me. Bulawayo station is one of the nicest I have ever seen and I took some photos. I took one of the sign pertaining to departure times. If the couple had a camera I didn't see it. They seemed to have little interest in taking pictures. As I was taking a picture of the total melee in the station the male of the couple passed close to me. I paused to make a comment about British Rail perhaps not being totally without some merit. He laughed then turned to help his partner with her backpack. "Hang on Vivh", I heard him call, then he was gone. I noticed their gleaming wedding rings on their tanned fingers. I smiled and went to find my wooden bunk on which I would spend the next few hot, sweaty and uncomfortable hours. I found myself silently wishing them a long and happy marriage.
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From:ringbark
Date:June 27th, 2006 07:52 am (UTC)
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Yes, a great place, magnificent days. You've put a lot of thought into the story you have written there. We were in first class, of course - only the best for vivh of course - but it sounds like you were in third class. Or fourth class. Well, it's almost nineteen years so far, so it sounds like your silent wishes were good ones.
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Have another.
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From:suilven
Date:June 30th, 2006 07:43 pm (UTC)
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but it sounds like you were in third class. Or fourth class.

Thank you for my cookies. I remembered later about the wooden bunk. I was mixing up countries. It was Burma circa 1985 where I endured the wooden bunk. On the Vic falls train I do believe I had a mattress. Twasn't first class though. I watched you and Vivh wandering off into first class without so much as a backward glance. *sigh*
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From:sheaj34
Date:June 27th, 2006 06:57 am (UTC)

Memory Lane

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The lemonade memory been mentioned too many times. So, I've thought long and hard to come up with an obscure memory that takes us both back a couple of decades. Mal had his green triumph dolomite - a car that cornered on two wheels, especially on roundabouts. Although, not as bad as his orange car, where the fluffy seat covers left bits of fluff all over whatever outfit I was wearing that day. Both Mal and yourself had been at my house for the evening, and he gave you a lift home. At the bottom of my road, screeching on two wheels as ever Mal took a right turn over the dell bridge. Nothing much wrong with this to the casual reader, until I tell you that the dell bridge is a pedestrian bridge complete with steps, and Mal was very close to the scene from the Italian job where the cars come flying down a set of steps. However, just at the last minute the brakes were applied forcefully and the car came to an abrupt stop inches from the first step. I remained all this time on the doorstep waving the pair of you off, watching the drama unfold. So, how was it for you? Do you remember this particular event?
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From:ringbark
Date:June 27th, 2006 07:55 am (UTC)

Re: Memory Lane

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Well, I hadn't given it a thought for a while, but every time I see the bridge (or any stepped bridge) I remember it. Could you hear Mal scream from where you were? It was loud enough from where I was sitting that I might believe it if you said you did. In the "Italian Job", they were driving down the steps - this would have been up the steps and I'm not sure the car would have taken it well. Or Mal.
Those were the days. Here's your cookie.
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From:vivh
Date:June 27th, 2006 03:24 pm (UTC)

Hungry

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Well lots of people have posted memories about you so I suppose I should too, I could use one of those cookies! I thought I could post about the most memorable meal we have had together, but I'm having trouble deciding which meal that was, was it the Bridge Inn when they forgot the soup spoons, or the
time at Pizza Hut when the lady at the next table dropped dead, the meal in Mexico when you got dragged up to dance as part of the evening's entertainment or was it the time you organised for the staff at Mr India in Lower Hutt to come in carrying a huge birthday cake complete with sparklers for my birthday, or maybe the night you proposed to me at the Baltimore Diner?
I'm not sure, you'll have to decide, but everyone else will just have to wonder which of those stories are true and which are not.
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From:ringbark
Date:June 27th, 2006 03:28 pm (UTC)

Re: Hungry

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Ah, now those are memories we can share. I wonder how many of the others can pick the true and the false? We know. And I suppose you will insist on a cookie.
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From:vivh
Date:June 27th, 2006 03:30 pm (UTC)

Re: Hungry

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Absolutely, very delicious it is too!
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