tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post2713524771684867937..comments2024-01-30T21:45:11.254+11:00Comments on Jabberwocky: Yarraville: January 2008Arielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17570339715916432947noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post-55759639213628841912023-10-19T18:45:07.950+11:002023-10-19T18:45:07.950+11:00Thank you for wrriting thisThank you for wrriting thisKiran Fernandohttps://medium.com/@kiran_85675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post-52333079506582037032008-03-11T22:27:00.000+11:002008-03-11T22:27:00.000+11:00I was just randomly googling 'Yarraville', and cam...I was just randomly googling 'Yarraville', and came accross your blog. I had a wonderful time reading this post as I could picture exactly where you were and what you were doing which was great. Crazy Lady's name is Michelle and the Pub has a restraining order on her so your bench outside the post office should be free for the next time you want to eat out. (Isn't the food at Bopha Devi divine?!)<BR/>Nice to meet you..JKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09018004147265045208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post-42370790733572065932008-01-28T15:30:00.000+11:002008-01-28T15:30:00.000+11:00I guess I'm a big fat sucker for whimsy, Genevieve...I guess I'm a big fat sucker for whimsy, Genevieve ... (really?, you say!)<BR/><BR/>CIB, I was wondering if I'd lost the ability to write, actually. You know how it is when you stop for a while! <BR/><BR/>Crazy lady is sad but also pretty damn unpleasant. Especially when she starts swearing and shouting and pounding on shop windows as she passes. Or when she comes barrelling towards you spitting 'fucking bitch, fucking whore!' The middle-of-the-road tantrum is new to me, though.Arielhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17570339715916432947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post-22460909506189135832008-01-28T14:47:00.000+11:002008-01-28T14:47:00.000+11:00Hey it's good to see you posting again!The crazy l...Hey it's good to see you posting again!<BR/><BR/>The crazy lady is a pain in the ass - once my H was shopping and she was cracking a fullon tantrum, complete with lying on the ground and kicking the legs, but <I>in the middle of the road</I>.<BR/><BR/>Anderson street is very, very narrow.<BR/><BR/>She held the traffic up for quite some time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post-59716036577628172312008-01-27T17:53:00.000+11:002008-01-27T17:53:00.000+11:00Mr Random would have incurred the casual wrath of ...Mr Random would have incurred the casual wrath of my husband, I'm afraid. Not that he's easily roused by cheeky kids, or would say it to their faces - but he would say later, 'needs a clip', without being able to see the whimsy of the situation, and without the capacity to deliver on the whack either. <BR/>Lovely post, Ariel. I could almost smell those rolls.genevievehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02895689949182365454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post-26183226482464781852008-01-27T11:21:00.000+11:002008-01-27T11:21:00.000+11:00Thanks frogdancer!Kirsty, that's okay. I wasn't of...Thanks frogdancer!<BR/><BR/>Kirsty, that's okay. I wasn't offended, just spooked. He just seemed like a happy, confident, friendly kid, blithely giving his opinion to all and sundry. It was funny, though.<BR/><BR/>Penni - that's so cool! Someone else does that! Yes, sometimes I casually ask F a question, like 'do you think this job will go well for me?' and I wait breathlessly for the answer, convinced it will be true. <BR/><BR/>And I love Yarraville too, now, though I originally came here just because F's dad lived here an we wanted to get in sync for schools and friends. (He's now gone, to somewhere I couldn't afford and don't want to!)Arielhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17570339715916432947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post-21780883398783495482008-01-27T09:54:00.000+11:002008-01-27T09:54:00.000+11:00p.s. I love Yarraville. We looked there often for ...p.s. I love Yarraville. We looked there often for houses to buy or rent but there was never the right thing at the right time.Penni Russonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17956453252195293843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post-54015681313997555162008-01-26T20:35:00.000+11:002008-01-26T20:35:00.000+11:00Oh I know what you mean! I totally think everythin...Oh I know what you mean! I totally think everything Fred tells me is true. I hang on to her every word, especially when it's about the future.<BR/><BR/>Though when I think about it later it seems unlikely that, for example, one day she will be me and I will be her. Though it would be cool. Freaky and weird and disturbing too. But kind of cool.<BR/><BR/>You are a rocking blogger.Penni Russonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17956453252195293843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post-5636593942712746082008-01-26T19:48:00.000+11:002008-01-26T19:48:00.000+11:00That random kid, how did he get so confident to go...That random kid, how did he get so confident to go out offering culinary, marital and family planning advice to complete strangers? *total bemusement*Kirstyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14035268080440921379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33579237.post-70302319402013315482008-01-26T16:15:00.000+11:002008-01-26T16:15:00.000+11:00Enjoyed this post very much. Life is made up of vi...Enjoyed this post very much. Life is made up of vignettes like these.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com