Post-Traumatic Slave Disorder? You gotta be shitting me....

lumberjim · 07-12-2004, 06:51 AM

sure is smug in this thread

CzinZumerzet · 07-12-2004, 09:42 AM

? Live Aid Lumberjim, was Saturday July 13th 1985. It was my birthday, and I went with a bunch of English and American friends to the London Wembley end of it on a wonderfully hot day of almost twenty years ago and I find that almost unbelievable. Nineteen years ago tomorrow. When I was nineteen (way back in the late sixties) I had won a travel bursary and went to America. Nobody I knew had ever been to the US and in those days it was a very major event. I worked my way around large parts of the country, making friends who are friends to this day and thrilling with the excitement and sense of disbelief at everything I saw. I was overwhelmed at least once a day! A bit like your Texans in SA, I was something of an innocent abroad LJ. It was the most thrilling time of my life. I adored the US and its people. I remember the warmth and hospitality I found everywhere, people who were total strangers opened their homes to me and showed me around their towns. I recall the enormous pride they had in their nation and how thrilled they were to help me enjoy it as well. I worked in California, Oregon, New york, and travelled through or stayed in at least a dozen other parts of the country. It was the first of several trips to the US and had a profound effect on me.
I later lived my working life in London and so many times I cannot recall, found myself returning the favour to visitors from the US who wanted to see London from the perspective of a very proud native. You would be amazed at the sheer numbers of people who came back, as our guests, and we would go walking together through the french countryside or the scottish highlands. The last big bash was with two families of New York mates and my gang in a huge Greek villa for a month. We rocked believe me!!

Forgive the nostalgic ramblings please, this is what often happens to me around birthdays, but I just wanted selfishly to insert an island of profoundly happy memory in here alongside my thanks for the memories.

07-12-2004, 06:51 AM	#1
lumberjim I can hear my ears Join Date: Oct 2003 Posts: 25,571	sure is smug in this thread __________________ This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality Embrace this moment, remember We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion ~MJKeenan

07-12-2004, 09:42 AM	#2
CzinZumerzet .....short for Caz Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: The West Coast of England Posts: 358	? Live Aid Lumberjim, was Saturday July 13th 1985. It was my birthday, and I went with a bunch of English and American friends to the London Wembley end of it on a wonderfully hot day of almost twenty years ago and I find that almost unbelievable. Nineteen years ago tomorrow. When I was nineteen (way back in the late sixties) I had won a travel bursary and went to America. Nobody I knew had ever been to the US and in those days it was a very major event. I worked my way around large parts of the country, making friends who are friends to this day and thrilling with the excitement and sense of disbelief at everything I saw. I was overwhelmed at least once a day! A bit like your Texans in SA, I was something of an innocent abroad LJ. It was the most thrilling time of my life. I adored the US and its people. I remember the warmth and hospitality I found everywhere, people who were total strangers opened their homes to me and showed me around their towns. I recall the enormous pride they had in their nation and how thrilled they were to help me enjoy it as well. I worked in California, Oregon, New york, and travelled through or stayed in at least a dozen other parts of the country. It was the first of several trips to the US and had a profound effect on me. I later lived my working life in London and so many times I cannot recall, found myself returning the favour to visitors from the US who wanted to see London from the perspective of a very proud native. You would be amazed at the sheer numbers of people who came back, as our guests, and we would go walking together through the french countryside or the scottish highlands. The last big bash was with two families of New York mates and my gang in a huge Greek villa for a month. We rocked believe me!! Forgive the nostalgic ramblings please, this is what often happens to me around birthdays, but I just wanted selfishly to insert an island of profoundly happy memory in here alongside my thanks for the memories. __________________ ..down by the zea zippin' zider

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