Hello From My Englishness

Holy shit! There must be something in the water.... all the old names are making a reappearance. Hellllllooooooo Hurricane.

I can’t even remember his name.... shit it must be an age thing. He got locked out of Lit somehow and we took over. There have been many manifestations.

Hellllooo long time away. Hope you’re all keeping well and been good!
 
Londongent? I can remember his actual name, not lit handle... He got to speak to me (which I never do) but I agreed to take one for the team to determine he was quality personal material...

I somewhat freaked to realise he and I probably walked past each other most lunch breaks so that was that...😳

Lunch breaks where we could go out walking, I think I remember those days
 
Who posted the personal? Did they get what they wanted?

Holy shit! There must be something in the water.... all the old names are making a reappearance. Hellllllooooooo Hurricane.
I can’t even remember his name.... shit it must be an age thing. He got locked out of Lit somehow and we took over. There have been many manifestations.

The Hello From London! thread was a personal thread started by a young man from London by the name of BritishGent1 (Peter). Allia felt that Peter was a lovely gentleman and wanted to assist him in his potential partner procuring efforts. From there it evolved...or perhaps devolved...into discussions of newspaper choices, posh boy fights, and the merits, or lack thereof, of frozen vol au vents from Iceland (the store, not the country, I *much* later realized...hey, I'm not from the UK).

Peter ended up forgetting, perhaps intentionally, his password somewhere along the way. By that time, a core group of us had formed, including Allia, Ruth, and myself. We continued to entertain ourselves and welcome unsuspecting new Litsters, some of whom actually stayed, including Polranny, londoner2, hotoldrguy, Ironfan, phil_0, ReaperW, newrandomperson, Spiritedlady, Mr.D, nick42, and Todger. I apologize if I have overlooked anyone.

The final post of that thread, made by Wand3rlust, simply stated "My Englishness doesn't know how to deal with that." This became the title of the next thread. This thread title is a combo of the two previous names.
 
The Hello From London! thread was a personal thread started by a young man from London by the name of BritishGent1 (Peter). Allia felt that Peter was a lovely gentleman and wanted to assist him in his potential partner procuring efforts. From there it evolved...or perhaps devolved...into discussions of newspaper choices, posh boy fights, and the merits, or lack thereof, of frozen vol au vents from Iceland (the store, not the country, I *much* later realized...hey, I'm not from the UK).

Peter ended up forgetting, perhaps intentionally, his password somewhere along the way. By that time, a core group of us had formed, including Allia, Ruth, and myself. We continued to entertain ourselves and welcome unsuspecting new Litsters, some of whom actually stayed, including Polranny, londoner2, hotoldrguy, Ironfan, phil_0, ReaperW, newrandomperson, Spiritedlady, Mr.D, nick42, and Todger. I apologize if I have overlooked anyone.

The final post of that thread, made by Wand3rlust, simply stated "My Englishness doesn't know how to deal with that." This became the title of the next thread. This thread title is a combo of the two previous names.

Erudite, eloquent, and succinct.

When the great history of our threads is written in Hello From My Englishness V576, Angelica will do us proud. Me, on the other hand, would say: it sounded witty, or as has become the trend: TL;DR.
 
The Hello From London! thread was a personal thread started by a young man from London by the name of BritishGent1 (Peter). Allia felt that Peter was a lovely gentleman and wanted to assist him in his potential partner procuring efforts. From there it evolved...or perhaps devolved...into discussions of newspaper choices, posh boy fights, and the merits, or lack thereof, of frozen vol au vents from Iceland (the store, not the country, I *much* later realized...hey, I'm not from the UK).

Peter ended up forgetting, perhaps intentionally, his password somewhere along the way. By that time, a core group of us had formed, including Allia, Ruth, and myself. We continued to entertain ourselves and welcome unsuspecting new Litsters, some of whom actually stayed, including Polranny, londoner2, hotoldrguy, Ironfan, phil_0, ReaperW, newrandomperson, Spiritedlady, Mr.D, nick42, and Todger. I apologize if I have overlooked anyone.

The final post of that thread, made by Wand3rlust, simply stated "My Englishness doesn't know how to deal with that." This became the title of the next thread. This thread title is a combo of the two previous names.

I loved reading this, thank you for the history. It reminded me of the poem, The Soldier by Rupert Brooke.

"If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. "

:rose:
 
Morning, nick!

I loved reading this, thank you for the history. It reminded me of the poem, The Soldier by Rupert Brooke.

"If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. "

:rose:

Always a bit of a tear jerker is that..
A sobering thought for us all is that the 1918 Spanish Flu pandemic killed more people than The Great War.
 
Always a bit of a tear jerker is that..
A sobering thought for us all is that the 1918 Spanish Flu pandemic killed more people than The Great War.

And sobering to hear this morning that the UK Covid-19 death toll of 20,000 is now one third of the total civilian deaths in the course of WW2.
 
I loved reading this, thank you for the history. It reminded me of the poem, The Soldier by Rupert Brooke.

"If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. "

:rose:

One of the four WWI poems I studied in school. I was trying to remember the rest of it in my head

As Pol and londoner have said: sombring times indeed.
 
Wild garlic and bluebells. Makes the heart sing.
 

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I loved reading this, thank you for the history. It reminded me of the poem, The Soldier by Rupert Brooke.
"If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. "
:rose:

You are very welcome. I definitely have a bit of the historian about me. The fact that this latest version of the thread has continued, and has even attracted some new contributors, makes me quite happy.
 
Lovely indeed to see faces old and new. :heart:

SL I love your list of things to be grateful for, I'm struggling to remind myself how lucky I am to have my health, a little plot of garden and Netflix to stick my toddler in front of for too many hours of the day.

Snacking do much its almost become my main form of exercise, especially when I have to sneak off to do so without the omnipresent toddler asking for some too. But I guess since the one in the oven means I can't drown my sorrows in what I'm sure would be a lovely bottle of Spanish red AP, I feel I can somewhat justify the rapidly expanding waistline.

I'm someone who needs time with others and time alone for my sanity, but this counts as neither. And with my job likely to be one of the last to be reopened, I could be looking at potentially rolling straight into my maternity leave and all that entails...

Sorry gratefulness, I got off track.
I'm grateful that Heineken 0% is half decent and that strawberry and lime cider is so much sugar that the alcohol free version is pretty close to the original.

Congrats on the bun in the oven! Lemmie know where to send it, and I’ll send a bottle of decent red for when you are able, :heart:

My job is one I can do from home, I am expecting to be one of the last allowed out, being able to do my job from home with virtually no impact means they’ll be no rush to get me out - worryingly my client may decide this is the way to go and I love my London travels so that I won’t do at all... that said, I am glad of the job and I know how unsettling it is for those worried for theirs...

If ever there was a time to not worry about expanding waistlines, it’s being preggers in a pandemic... keep yourself and the toddler safe, nothing else matters, :heart:
 
Congrats on the bun in the oven! Lemmie know where to send it, and I’ll send a bottle of decent red for when you are able, :heart:

My job is one I can do from home, I am expecting to be one of the last allowed out, being able to do my job from home with virtually no impact means they’ll be no rush to get me out - worryingly my client may decide this is the way to go and I love my London travels so that I won’t do at all... that said, I am glad of the job and I know how unsettling it is for those worried for theirs...

If ever there was a time to not worry about expanding waistlines, it’s being preggers in a pandemic... keep yourself and the toddler safe, nothing else matters, :heart:

Hear, hear .....keep safe, don't take unnecessary risks
 
Wild garlic and bluebells. Makes the heart sing.

Oh I’m so happy to see this... I have a shady north facing front garden with a carpet of bluebells ( having arrived of their own accord). I thought I might plant some wild garlic to go with it... but I need to pin down exactly how to do it. ( hey I’m a novice). I know the idea of planting wild garlic may sound a little odd but I don’t trust myself foraging ( plus I’m a bit lazy as evidenced by my AV.... couldn’t be arsed to get up or get dressed). I’ve been digging today... I was kind of expecting to find Lindo man based on the amount of rubble and prehistoric looking crap I was finding. Must have been an ancient fly tipping site once

( I’m reminded of a case involving a guy digging up half a human skull in his garden...so it does happen)
 
Hey Reaper.... nice to see you and congratulations on your lovely news.

The whole “ gratitude” thing is not very British is it but I need to keep hold of these things because I’ve had a couple of wobbly days a little while back ( ok at the moment though ) If you’re normally stoic and “ good in a crisis” it can be a bit startling to find yourself “ not good in a crisis” - so anyway I’ve taken to writing little bits in my inordinately expensive Hobonichi Japanese diary - because let’s face it there’s fuck all use for it otherwise. In fact I keep coming across entries for events I was supposed to be going to which is a bit depressing. Seasick Steve at the Roundhouse and Morgan Wallen (*) at some tiny London club - but they will no doubt re-schedule and the ballet will return and I will ponce about town in my former manner.
And you will all resume the things that make you all happy I have no doubt about it.

* not very interesting factoid - I was introduced to Morgan Wallen by an American Litster and both US and Angelica said that Jason Isbell is better. Because I have high regard for their opinion I’ve been listening to him too. Jason Isbell is due to play London in October and if we’re still in lockdown I shall be burning the fucking Hobonichi “ gratitude” journal in disgust and normal British pessimism will resume.
 
ty x i feel woefully too stupid for these conversations..but i do find the transition between smut to smart to be slow sometimes. happy monday x

Was never a fan. I always think of that guy from Fast Show when I think of the HMs

Never fear people, our country has its esteemed, ever ready and cool as a cucumber leader is back in charge today. Expect a surge in fridge sales today.
 
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