tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18373305.post23645519011976934..comments2008-02-21T10:20:00.391Zmary annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12059182914563988589noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18373305.post-25419574199576371352008-02-21T10:12:00.000Z2008-02-21T10:12:00.000Z

Have you read London: A Biography, by Peter Ackroyd? It's early chapters from Pre-Roman through Medieval to the fire re-create the early City vividly. What I love about that part of London is that today's streets still retain a footprint over 1000 years old. I've spent many afternoons retracing the old City Wall, both its physical remains and boundary traces in new features. Fascinating!

Poleminxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222800964729947670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18373305.post-17754525755592299932008-01-28T15:14:00.000Z2008-01-28T15:14:00.000Z

Magical, David. I love the way you weave your stories of an "ordinary" day into something I want to read over and over, and then aloud.

Ninahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03345110886898577933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18373305.post-80818600909665615442008-01-26T23:58:00.000Z2008-01-26T23:58:00.000Z

Powerful. Your words evoke rhythym and melancholy.<BR/><BR/>Thank you.

Unilovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460205345482968452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18373305.post-62860720127294998862008-01-25T03:25:00.000Z2008-01-25T03:25:00.000Z

Your writing takes me to the emoting of the landscape around you...

Gardeniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06233358355888022857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18373305.post-69560389238189540522008-01-23T17:37:00.000Z2008-01-23T17:37:00.000Z

Puss – There is much in Essex to make even the bravest and boldest of us shudder.

Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10882543653925973357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18373305.post-89172648602328157022008-01-23T17:09:00.000Z2008-01-23T17:09:00.000Z

Essex makes me shudder.<BR/><BR/>But your tale does not.<BR/><BR/>Puss

Glamourpusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01450175254756849062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18373305.post-1796407207839848552008-01-22T21:37:00.000Z2008-01-22T21:37:00.000Z

GC – I long ago gave up being mysterious. These days, I am the most direct and open soul you could imagine. To make it totally clear, I did not go to Canvey Island If you had ever been to the ulcerating lump you would understand how it could drive even the most boisterous sitcom character to suicide.<BR/><BR/>Dee – Thank you.<BR/><BR/>Z – Gossamer and glowing, two words I probably should have

Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10882543653925973357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18373305.post-79870341972582857782008-01-22T21:00:00.000Z2008-01-22T21:00:00.000Z

What a description David. I am almost there, wrapped in something gossamer and glowing. Indeed.

zireldahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14792721036817871681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18373305.post-46327571767700678292008-01-22T15:24:00.000Z2008-01-22T15:24:00.000Z

I love your detail!!! :)

Deehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06964156316142303223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18373305.post-29578319063833090622008-01-22T14:52:00.000Z2008-01-22T14:52:00.000Z

You're being mysterious again. <BR/><BR/>I hope you had a nice time in Canvey Island. Everytime i see or hear that name i think of Vince from "Just Good Friends".

General Catzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06103494592585413218noreply@blogger.com