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I want to be a World Famous Author when I grow up. Being as I was born in 1964, I think I’d better hurry up! Yes – both in the Growing Up department and in the Being a World Famous Author department.

I’m in York, which not in North America, it is in the North of England. Yeah – the original York.

I intend to add to this profile as I go on, but for now – I gotta pee.

Laters.

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  2. I do hope that you reach your goal of becoming a famous author. You still have lots of time. As for the growing up part…it’s overrated 😉 I too was born in 1964 and my mind is still very much young. My body sometimes gives me grief some days, but all in all, I am young at heart. Learn all you can, get your writing in and stay forever young 🙂

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    • Ooo, I do like the sound of that, Ginny – forever young! 🙂
      Thanks so much for visiting. Hope your stitching gives you pleasure for many decades to come.
      Kindness – Robert.

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    • Ah, thanks? 🙂
      Sorry, but you’re going to have to help me out a little. There’s a game called ‘join the dots’ where all you see initially are tiny dots and numbers on a page. I see that you have mentioned a couple of dots here (my photo and your post), but I can’t quite see the numbers. Care to supply me the URLs so that I can see them more clearly? 🙂
      Kindness – Robert.

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  7. Finally got here! I wondered if you were some sort of relation, and you are in a way. I was brought up in t’West Riding, Batley area. Not as posh as York, but I have an affection for the ex-industrial part of Yorkshire with the Pennines as a backdrop.

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  10. I adore your blog already…and, as for your first paragraph, I totally relate….I’m going to comment on some of your posts after work. I’m really looking forward to it, and delighted to “meet” (and “follow”) you 🙂

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  12. Hello, Robert from York. York happens to be one of my fave places to visit. How is your goal for reaching world famous author status coming along?

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    • I’m a legend in my own lunch-time! Does that count? 🙂
      York is extremely lovely at the moment – the sun is out and the guy wielding a jackhammer just outside the window has paused for a secon … oh wait – there he goes again. 🙂
      Where are you and your family?
      Kindness – Robert.

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  20. Since lots of folks tell you where they are, I’ll join and say, I’m from Charlotte, North Carolina, USA. From now on I’ll imagine your lovely accent as I read your words. Feel free to do the same with mine but don’t use a cheesy heavy drippy southern drawl like they have actors use on TV. It’s lighter and quicker these days. Nice to meet you.
    I’ll come back now, y’hear?

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  21. I brought sandwiches, but it was quite a short About Me, so I didn’t have time to eat them. I’ll read the comments though and that should give me enough time to demolish the individual pork pie…

    But, you were born the same year as me, which makes us twins, virtually. I love York too (the English one). I have lots of really wonderful memories from being there as a child and later on with my own kids. It’s still unlikely that I was the girl in the cubicle though. I wasn’t an exhibitionist in my teens and I didn’t grow up to be one either.

    Wouldn’t it have been bizarre if it had been me though?

    A.

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  25. Hello Robert from York or should I call you Squire? Lovely to see you again. Your writing is eloquent as always and I’ve no doubt you’ll reach your goals. Hope you’re well and life is being kind to you. Warmest wishes from down under.

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  27. I’m up here in Yorkshire too, but a bit further down. As soon as I moved up from the south, it began snowing more there than here, which refuted all the “Ooh you’ll be so much colder.” remarks. I’m looking fwd to perusing some of your posts.

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    • Passed in the street? Depends when you moved out, I guess. 🙂 I grew up in Sheffield, moved to Bradford for money and then moved to York (just before the turn of the millennium) for my wife. 🙂
      But yeah, small world. But you know what they say – small ones are more juicy. What’s the job market like in SA?

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  37. Thanks for visiting my little corner of the Interwebs and dropping a comment Robert 🙂 Small world, kind of … my grandparents hale from Yorkshire/Sheffield area somewhere – my Grandad was a coal miner. They came to Tasmania as 10 pound poms in the ’50s – I’ve lived here all my life, love it and never been to visit “the Mother country” – perhaps one day! So, I guess now I’ve visited, read some and followed your blog of wisdom and words of wonderment, you are indeed a world famous author right to the southern edge of the British Empire’s glorious reach! Glad I could play a small part 😀
    Greetings – from the other end of the world.

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    • Wow, you really are from Tasmania! Amazeballs!! It’s really lovely to meet you. You should totally visit the wilds of Yorkshire sometime. It’s not quite as civilised as where you live, duck, but it’s nice all the same. 😀
      Thanks for making me world famous – most appreciated. 🙂

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      • Yep, all the way down there, under down under!! I like watching the Yorkshire Vet – except the bits where his up to his elbow in … well, you know ;P but the country side looks lovely – though your roads are even unbelievably narrower than ours!! I guess that now makes me a world famous photographer too? Fair trade, your welcome! 😀

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      • I’m not sure about an Old Sheffield, but there was a Mr. Sheffield 😂
        Yeah, I crack myself up
        As far as I can tell (based on my exhaustive quick Google Search), the only New Sheffield is a diner in Pennsylvania.

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        • Well ain’t that just like living on Fascination Street! 😃
          I went to a diner once. Somewhere up past Woodstock in upstate somewhere or other. It was just like in the movies. Can you imagine that? There are are people in the world for whom diners are just things in the movies? 😊
          Life!

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          • HA!
            Yeah, I’ve done both. I live surrounded by diners. I can actually name 3 within a mile of me and 5 more if you expand the radius by 9 miles. 8 diners in 10 miles. Oh… and one more that just went up, but I think that’s about 10.5 miles away. Diners are everywhere here. Not like that everywhere in this country though, just mostly around here. East coast is choking with them. Some states, it’s only the east half though. most of middle America has a diner here or there, but mostly it’s little quaint restaurants, unless you’re using the interstate.

            When I went to Europe, bulk, ugly diners with their garish lights were replaced by cute cafes. I liked Europe better because of it, and until covid, diners ’round here were mostly 24 hour, except for the nice ones lol Yeah, there’s a such thing as a “nice” diner, who knew? Actually, I don’t remember seeing a diner anywhere but Germany. About 2 blocks from our hotel, next to the bakery with German butter cake, there was a diner based on Route 66 in the USA. I popped in. It was actually kind of funny because it’s exactly what would happen if two people, one European and one American opened a diner. It was splattered with glowing lights and random Americana nonsense draping the wall (American), but it was cute, not horrible to look at from outside, and actually had decent food (European). It was like the best of both worlds. I wanted to try it, but my travel companions did not.

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            • By golly, who’d have known you’d have so much to say about diners! 😀
              Someone once asked me what subjects I could talk about for half an hour with zero notice and my answer was ‘pretty much anything and everything’ so long as you don’t expect it to be pretty. I mean, there are no limits to the number of tangential things you can say about stuff like beermats and radiators and chairs to long as you put a structure on it such as which famous people have probably used one and the drinks they might have rested on them and what they did after they left the diner and who they met when they got home and their favourite kind of ice cream and all sorts of stuff like that. Like I say, it wouldn’t be a neat, encapsulated kind of speech but it’d all be related, in one way or another, to a chair (or something). I bet you could … hey, wait a minute; what are you like for taking in public (not to a room full of spiders (just to ease your mind))?

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            • “what are you like for taking in public”
              I have no idea what you were trying to ask. The rest of the tangent made perfect sense.
              If you mean how am I at speaking in the real world, I once had a bad date where you’d have thought the guy was mute, except he’d occasionally ask a question because silence made him uncomfortable. He had a knack for asking huge questions with extensive answers in like 6 words or less. It was the weirdest skill.

              Anyway, the restaurant was slow in prepping the food, and it was clear this was the first date he had been on in a while; and he had admitted as much. I went on for 2 hours. Everytime I stopped talking he got anxious if I wasn’t putting food in my maw. Several times I’d told him that there was as subject he did not want me to go near, but he kept trying. Finally I told him that if he wanted to discuss theology, ancient cultures and religions, philosophy, et al. He said he did. Well, I love that shit. So much for a discussion. I went on for like the last hour on that subject alone. When we both got home he texted and wanted to talk my ear off via text. Nah, honey buns, You had your chance to be more than monosyllabic over two hours. He was like “I’m shy” I was like “I’m not.” Sucked. Especially because he told me that he’s ALWAYS that shy in person. No matter how well he knows someone. Thanks, I’m good.

              But I can talk to a bush about bird toes for 20 minutes while half asleep. I don’t deal with shrubs much and I don’t really love birds enoguh to care about their toes, but all is well in the world.
              public speaking

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            • Yep. Once every now and again. I am a little sometimeish, though, so don’t be scared if I miss a day here and a month there. I’ll still be okay. You ever get the urge to take a break?

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            • What happened to make you come back? And to make you go? As part of your answers, imagine yourself lying back on a comfortable, leather couch and carefully removing your stockings with a pair of blunt, plastic scissors.

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            • That’s an image I can’t quite get. I haven’t used kiddie scissors since I was a kid, and I haven’t worn stockings in just as long.

              I go because I run out of stories or become overwhelmed.

              I come back because I’m tired of not having stories and I’m overwhelmed.

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