tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799821171568258252.post4513924614435570861..comments2023-03-24T07:53:44.903+00:00Comments on TFL One Mountain: Sheriff Fatmans Fall OutPaulBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04984692323096271263noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799821171568258252.post-15973181682878786262010-12-16T07:20:17.788+00:002010-12-16T07:20:17.788+00:00Is there anymore information you can give on this ...Is there anymore information you can give on this subject. It answers a lot of my questions but there is still more info I need. I will drop you an email if I can find it. Never mind I will just use the contact form. Hopefully you can help me further.<br /><br />- RobsonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799821171568258252.post-49197255473159429772008-10-28T06:38:00.000+00:002008-10-28T06:38:00.000+00:00Trials and tribulations? Sheep dog trials maybe. A...Trials and tribulations? Sheep dog trials maybe. Anyway, you should be glad us Germans are reading (or looking at the pictures). Not for long though, me and my mate Galen are off to build a snowman.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799821171568258252.post-39438118232998179272008-10-27T19:44:00.000+00:002008-10-27T19:44:00.000+00:00Sorry,but that made me even more.Of course, just w...Sorry,but that made me even more.<BR/>Of course, just was concerned about the toe nails, that can hurt I know that from my old granny.<BR/><BR/>From nearly snowing Germany<BR/>(thanks God, and maybe I do not have to go to work)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799821171568258252.post-7625370829331840102008-10-27T19:14:00.000+00:002008-10-27T19:14:00.000+00:00Woah Woah Woah stop already, this is a serious blo...Woah Woah Woah stop already, this is a serious blog about trials and tribulations, mixed with a blend of popular culture. I feel like its been taken over by a dating agency.PaulBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984692323096271263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799821171568258252.post-83882518779341711082008-10-27T13:29:00.000+00:002008-10-27T13:29:00.000+00:00I rarely dance the ballet these days, German Nr 1....I rarely dance the ballet these days, German Nr 1. Old age and a general lack of suppleness makes cutting my toenails more and more difficult. I've never read Nietzsche, (I tend to go for books with more pictures in them) but his whole 'existence is pointless and without value' seems to pretty much sum life up. Not in a miserable way though. Quite a liberating thought really, that none of it matters. Anyway, cello practise time now. I can almost get all the way through 'When the Saints go Marching In'.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799821171568258252.post-8222395714352876142008-10-26T15:24:00.000+00:002008-10-26T15:24:00.000+00:00Are you dancing ballet as well,anon Cello player,a...Are you dancing ballet as well,<BR/>anon Cello player,and reading books like Friedrich Nietzsche?<BR/><BR/>From sunny GermanyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799821171568258252.post-20665282187625850322008-10-24T08:07:00.000+01:002008-10-24T08:07:00.000+01:00Dear anon german number 2, I've passed you regards...Dear anon german number 2, I've passed you regards on to the band and as they live in the US they are gonna nip round and sort you next week.PaulBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984692323096271263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799821171568258252.post-45944239908010763832008-10-23T23:34:00.000+01:002008-10-23T23:34:00.000+01:00I too read from Germany and play the cello. I admi...I too read from Germany and play the cello. I admire the lyrics and Young Republic musicians. The photographs of the outdoors are also wonderful. <BR/><BR/>But The Gaslight Antem? Scheister, scheister, scheister. Just like Busted.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799821171568258252.post-74114284005376922892008-10-23T18:44:00.000+01:002008-10-23T18:44:00.000+01:00I think, that was the best you wrote and liked and...I think, that was the best you wrote and liked and enjoyed the music, specially the lyrics..<BR/>I had to grin now when I saw the violine(young republic in the car), because I played for eight years and I know to start playing it is a pain, but after a while it connects you to all kind of music you ever can experience in your life.<BR/>I like reading the stories and the music especially.<BR/><BR/>Greetings from GermanyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799821171568258252.post-17369532277684972762008-10-21T14:11:00.000+01:002008-10-21T14:11:00.000+01:00This wasn’t what I was expecting. I had been waiti...This wasn’t what I was expecting. I had been waiting to read about a trip to Nice, a trek up some Alpine hillside, lunch with the Von Trapps and then maybe some tale of Shad, Rich or Doc traumatizing a mountain goat with the traditional frolic in a fountain. No, what do we get? A visit to a carpark. Even with a satnav, reports of trips out to those sort of locations are better suited to more specialist adult websites.<BR/><BR/>Still, I get plenty of mentions so it’s worth reading. You are right about my stance on the mountain top issue. Once you get to within a few feet of the top, you don’t need to actually stand on the absolute summit. It’s enough to know that you could if you wanted to. It’s a bit like when Zorro fights a baddy. He could run them through with his sword, but rarely does (unless they are just an extra).Instead, knowing that their life is in his hands anyway, he contents himself with carving his initials in their chest. Or if it’s Catherine Zeta Jones, just having a quick peek at it.<BR/><BR/>If you remember, I stopped about 6 feet from the top of Great Gable, mainly because the old couple in their seventies who had beat me to the top were having lunch on it, but also because it doesn’t really add anything to the walk to do those last couple of steps. You get the same views, exercise and sense of achievement without planting a flag. It stops you from getting involved in the whole trainspotting, ‘box ticking’ aspect of walking up hills as well. Less chance of a direct lightning strike too.<BR/><BR/>I like the ‘Random irrelevant stories about Craig’ feature too, although surely my slow cooker craze can’t be the most interesting one you’ve got about me. If, as you said last week, you were going to mix up fact and fiction in these blogs, couldn’t you invent something along the lines of me getting off with the Olsen twins or something rather than highlighting my tendency to have stew for tea? Although if it is all in the thrill of the chase and I’m consistent with my mountain top theory, I suppose that having lured Mary Kate and Ashley (triplets?) back to mine and divested them of their kit, I should at that point thank them for their time, offer them some four day old lamb hotpot and then send them packing. Maybe there is something worthwhile after all in completing the task and ticking the boxes. If ticking their boxes is the correct expression.<BR/><BR/>And whilst I’m on, I’ve got a factual error to correct for you. The M6 is in fact the road to Damascus. As you often tell me, all the roads are joined up. In fact, it’s possibly the most direct route as well if you are starting from, say, Lancaster, and even if you begin in Sydney it could form the scenic route for people not in a hurry or those who haven’t read the instructions on their SatMap 10. <BR/><BR/>Sorry, but there’s another factual error as well. Gaslight Anthem. Just like Busted. Or a Busted tribute band. And you know I don’t like those. Apart from that though, another good read.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com