tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post525176513321874401..comments2024-03-26T23:41:10.319+00:00Comments on Authors Electric: Damn you, reality! by Jan NeedleKatherine Robertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17196712319655603442noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-35533769756813584942014-08-17T08:17:31.367+01:002014-08-17T08:17:31.367+01:00Thanks Julia. Your geographical eclecticism (is th...Thanks Julia. Your geographical eclecticism (is there such a word?) is fascinating, though. Vimto from Manchester and Smiths from the south. Our tipple of choice was Corona, which was flogged from a visiting lorry once a week. The day I tasted Wilsons bitter (brewed at Newton Heath,along the Oldham Road) was the day I knew I had to become a northerner. Brickwoods was a drab and disgusting travesty of beer.Jan Needlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15823078224282953782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-32749616647091776302014-08-16T21:53:10.967+01:002014-08-16T21:53:10.967+01:00Sorry about the domestic disintegrations though. M...Sorry about the domestic disintegrations though. My sympathies to whoever you think might like them xxj<br />julia joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09773900100240758504noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-51850284746093137162014-08-16T21:51:24.949+01:002014-08-16T21:51:24.949+01:00Vimto for me and a packet of Smith's crisps (+...Vimto for me and a packet of Smith's crisps (+ blue paper twist of salt) TO SHARE. Have just got home from Peter Duck where I've been re-reading Great Expects. Very fine novel of the lower Thames, I'd say.julia joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09773900100240758504noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-78236274894422346822014-08-16T16:33:00.351+01:002014-08-16T16:33:00.351+01:00even a blue plaque would be nice. or do i mean a b...even a blue plaque would be nice. or do i mean a blue plague?<br />Jan Needlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15823078224282953782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-4740679026361543952014-08-16T14:53:20.172+01:002014-08-16T14:53:20.172+01:00Congratulations on your new book and your elevatio... Congratulations on your new book and your elevation to female status ;) Perhaps in due course they'll name the school, and even better, the pub, after you!Lydia Bennethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09328239009863878547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-30312969334163426552014-08-16T09:52:02.058+01:002014-08-16T09:52:02.058+01:00Where is Dan? In his absence, let me announce the ...Where is Dan? In his absence, let me announce the publication of my latest Nelson novella, which Endeavour sprung on me by email yesterday! To add to the jollity, Amazon has me on the title page as a definite female. Made it at last, although they are going to change it, they say. It's an extortionate £1.90.<br />http://amzn.to/1rdg3ed<br />Jan Needlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15823078224282953782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-10234814097331971072014-08-15T19:32:52.976+01:002014-08-15T19:32:52.976+01:00My youthful pubbing is so tame ... buying a bottle...My youthful pubbing is so tame ... buying a bottle of cider for Sunday lunch from the offy - you had to hammer loudly and repeatedly on the hatch before anyone would respond. And whenm I was actually old enough to go inside and drink alcohol the gits wouldn't serve me because they thought I was underage. Not possible to be underage for anything in Dickens' day. <br />madwippitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02595748471651052552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-31576229418426585552014-08-15T09:22:25.723+01:002014-08-15T09:22:25.723+01:00Reluctant as I am (being from Plymouth) to join in...Reluctant as I am (being from Plymouth) to join in your specific nostalgia, I have to acknowledge that our realities do overlap. The differences? I actually lived in such a pub and therefore, rather than sit outside with an iced lolly, I was inside drinking rum and blackcurrant (my favourite then) and smoking. We had no penny in the slot piano; ours was a real one, played with gusto by my mum.<br />Alas, we had no equivalent of Dickens. The best we could manage was Francis Drake and, more recently, Michael Foot. I can match, perhaps even trump, your birthday proximity to greatness. I actually share mine with Roy Keane.<br />I do, however, concede your pre-eminence in the field of writing. Your pedigree, Sir, is immaculate.Bill Kirtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16345949773423764808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-14659945129217036512014-08-15T09:22:09.538+01:002014-08-15T09:22:09.538+01:00They haven't really sold the masts, have they?...They haven't really sold the masts, have they? I wouldn't be surprised. I know your feelings about football but even so we're going to watch the now locally owned lads play the U's at the Kassam tomorrow week. (I'll provide a translation for any who need it.) But thanks for a lovely post which gave me a good chuckle.Dennis Hamleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15781139870037634374noreply@blogger.com