tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post8120889205416042446..comments2023-06-28T22:58:28.247+10:00Comments on Sixth In Line: Sausages, a man with a barrow and the Berlin WallElisabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-71553175621281682162014-11-17T01:59:50.948+11:002014-11-17T01:59:50.948+11:00Processing words as one would process sausage. An ...Processing words as one would process sausage. An interesting parallel; very apt in many ways. As both a journalist and a member of the clergy, I have processed a lot of words. A whole lot! I almost want to sigh at that thought. <br /><br />I also had to try my drivers licence test three times. Yet there was a time I was also licensed to drive big trucks (as in fire engines). I got that one first try. Wonders never cease.<br /><br />Two fascinating things about the Berlin Wall. It was up; now it is down, and bits of it are spread all over the world. I suspect it took a fair amount of processing for that spreading to happen. <br /><br />Blessings and Bear hugs!Rob-bearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00171692478879522588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-19168811001927691282014-11-16T12:48:37.753+11:002014-11-16T12:48:37.753+11:00I'm so glad I have found someone else who fail...I'm so glad I have found someone else who failed 3 licence attempts! However, I believe parallel parking is now one of my superpowers and love the challenge (which I don't always meet). <br />If it is any help, your car is never as large as it looks from the inside which is what seems to befuddle most people when I am watching from an outside vantage point.<br />A sausage machine called 'Dick'. Bwahahaha <br />Sorry, that was uncalled for.Karen Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18115919708984412222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-80847260237745068172014-11-16T09:28:14.341+11:002014-11-16T09:28:14.341+11:00I wondered of the connections made the first time ...I wondered of the connections made the first time through. I wonder still.. The computer and word processing for me mostly resulted in less guilt. I stopped killing so many trees☺<br />As for driving, I was raised around Detroit.. driving has never been optional here.<br />Enjoyed..<br />Anthony Ducehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17476865809734682418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-33095346005340649462014-11-16T06:41:51.089+11:002014-11-16T06:41:51.089+11:00A sausage machine named 'Dick' is rather f...A sausage machine named 'Dick' is rather fitting, is it not. The sausage is sometimes saucily called a Dick owing to it's err, likeness to ... oh, leave it there.<br /><br />Regarding your problem with parking and reversing - I think you are similar to millions of other ladies world-wide. I don't know why this should be but it's something I've heard of more than once over the years. <br /><br />I learnt to drive at age 18 when I was with the RAF in Germany in 1953 - in a 5-ton German Magirus lorry. No syncromesh gears, so it was a case of 'double-declutching' all the time. In order to pass the 'driving test' I had to reverse this lorry into a hangar and did it easily: it was an aircraft hangar of course!<br /><br />When I was demobbed my RAF licence was not valid in the UK so had to take the usual driving test and, despite making some daft mistakes the examiner gave me a 'pass'. I think the reason was he was new to the town on Sutton, in Surrey, and towards the end of the test he simply told me to drive back to the test centre. I had no idea where it was as I didn't know the area either! I lived in Croydon, not Sutton. He then advised me to 'follow the trolley-bus lines' which eventually got us back.<br /><br />That was in 1956. Doubt whether I would pass the test today! I do not think I'd pass the Highway Code questions either!PhilipHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06811831703263176415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-51174703902218832042014-11-16T03:18:42.224+11:002014-11-16T03:18:42.224+11:00It took me three times to pass my driving test des...It took me three times to pass my driving test despite the fact I was driving on a daily basis albeit with a qualified driver sitting beside me. The amusing thing was as soon as I passed I moved to East Kilbride, was living literally across the road from my office and no longer had access to (or need of) a car. I was in my late thirties before I owned a car of my own, a Talbot Samba. Someone at work saw I was driving and asked what kind of car it was. “A red one,” I replied, in all seriousness. The make wasn’t important to me and I’ve never understood the whole penis substitute thing. I’m not saying I can’t appreciate a fancy sports car—one of the first cars I ever fell in love with was a Lotus Europa (I had the <a href="http://buyanticks.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/MB-5-Lotus-Europa-2.jpg" rel="nofollow">Matchbox model</a>)—but I’ve never felt comfortable around cars like that; they’re not me. It’s like gorgeous women. I can appreciate why people think a woman like Angelina Jolie is stunning—she is, no argument—but I can’t imagine walking round Asda with her or being comfortable walking round Asda with her. So if I can differentiate: I find her beautiful but not attractive. <br /><br />I’m not big on appearances. I’m not a show-off in any sense of the word. A computer is a tool. I have no emotional attachment to it. If it breaks down I repair it or replace it. When I had cars—I owned only three over the years, the Samba, a Triumph Acclaim and a Vauxhall Nova (both silver)—I was never out at the weekend polishing the hubcaps or anything. Took me all my time to remember to check the oil and water levels and the pressure in the tyres. I haven’t owned a car for about twenty years and I’ve not driven for nearly ten years. I miss the convenience but less and less. The Internet’s taken all the pressure off. I even buy my shoes online.<br /><br />I don’t find the term ‘word processing’ offensive or demeaning in the slightest though. I actually like the notion of processing words; writing is a process after all. I guess I’m just not a Romantic.<br /><br />I find I have no memories of the fall of the Berlin wall other than a vague image of a man bashing away at it with a sledgehammer or something. And that’s it. I remember the Berlin concert from 1990 when Roger Waters and friends performed <i>The Wall</i> better. Not sure what that says.<br /><br />Apparently I have nothing meaningful to say about sausages.Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-58699265231469275642014-11-15T21:25:21.456+11:002014-11-15T21:25:21.456+11:00Hi Elisabeth,
Coincidentally, I've just been ...Hi Elisabeth,<br /><br />Coincidentally, I've just been to Berlin. Sadly, we left last Thursday, three days before the anniversary of the fall of the wall. Nevertheless we were able to see the preparations for it.<br /><br />1989 - seems like yesterday.<br /><br />:-)<br /><br />Cheers<br /><br />PMPlastic Mancunianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01864213919913476168noreply@blogger.com