tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post1065408484667187650..comments2023-06-28T22:58:28.247+10:00Comments on Sixth In Line: Beneath the marzipanElisabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-76941727215931970812013-08-23T21:16:21.972+10:002013-08-23T21:16:21.972+10:00I am amused by Kass's comment. 50th anniversar...I am amused by Kass's comment. 50th anniversary or the first anniversary after one of you is diagnosed with terminal cancer. Cheerful soul, am I not?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-10482089957232543882013-08-22T20:43:00.432+10:002013-08-22T20:43:00.432+10:00Don't look at it.
Love,
Dorian GrayDon't look at it.<br />Love,<br />Dorian GrayKasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05233330248952156754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-31203963083995890152013-08-22T07:15:33.510+10:002013-08-22T07:15:33.510+10:00At this point, why tempt fate? I'd hide it som...At this point, why tempt fate? I'd hide it somewhere to be found by a future generation.. Attach a sealed plastic envelope with this story inside. In a hundred year, who knows? Anthony Ducehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17476865809734682418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-20912448334927029352013-08-22T03:51:02.776+10:002013-08-22T03:51:02.776+10:00Hmm. This just makes me wonder what happened to t...Hmm. This just makes me wonder what happened to the top of my wedding cake.<br /><br />I suspect we ate it that night. Might be the reason why that first year was so incredibly difficult...<br /><br />PearlPearlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05261369905176088917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-31264331096506290452013-08-22T02:15:45.844+10:002013-08-22T02:15:45.844+10:00The TV and film director, producer, screenwriter e...The TV and film director, producer, screenwriter etc JJ Abrams bough a box of magic tricks at Tannen’s Magic in Midtown Manhattan about thirty-five years ago. It’s a real box with a question mark on the outside with unidentified tricks rattling around inside. And he’s never opened it to this day. Kept closed, “it represents infinite possibility,” he says. “It represents hope. It represents potential.” And who would want to give up those things? <br /><br />Knowing is overrated. I used to be heavily into knowing stuff. I remember pressing girlfriends to find out how far they’d gone with those who had preceded me and being told and wishing I’d never known because once you know something you can’t unknow it. <br /><br />Carrie and I didn’t bother with a wedding cake. I can’t remember if I had one the first time. Typical of me I know but I really can’t remember. There’re no photos of my first wife and I cutting a cake so probably not. I’ve lost touch with everyone who was there so there’s no one to ask and I really don’t care one way or the other. The only thing I have that symbolises that marriage is a paper knife I bought on Arran at least I’d always assumed that was where we bought it but as we didn’t go to Arran until 1979 now I’m not so sure now. I tell my daughter that’s where she was conceived. It might be—the dates work out—but it doesn’t matter.<br /><br />My daughter used to be into symbols. She hung onto everything. Bus tickets. Bricks. Junk. I don’t know if she’s still like that but I do know their garage is so full of stuff there’s no room for an actual car so I imagine she still has every soft toy I ever bought her boxed up somewhere. (When she came to live with me when she was seventeen we had a lot of catching up to do and by the time she left she had a bed covered in soft toys.) I’m not like that and I do regret tossing a lot of stuff like the comedy tapes I wrote and recorded with my mate Tom in our late teens: irreplaceable. Embarrassing too but I’d’ve still liked my wife and daughter to hear them. My reduction of <i>Romeo and Juliet</i> was fun: Romeo was perpetually stoned, Juliet was an Australian nymphomaniac, her father was an angry Scot who spoke in spoonerisms and Prince Escalus was voiced by an incontinent Elvis Presley. I think I whittled the whole play down to about fifteen minutes and we did everything. Tom was far better at voices and he even added an echo to Elvis’s voice which made him sound like God; he was good with electronics and I remember him explaining the concept of digital music to me when we were about fifteen.Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-49789974648640300032013-08-21T23:04:33.458+10:002013-08-21T23:04:33.458+10:00Perhaps it should be buried or cremated with the l...Perhaps it should be buried or cremated with the last of you. We sent my mom off with her favorite teacup, among other things. It just seemed appropriate.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-76568168892185057722013-08-21T19:26:33.668+10:002013-08-21T19:26:33.668+10:00My mum kept the top tier of my wedding cake for ou...My mum kept the top tier of my wedding cake for our first anniversary. She wrapped it in plastic and froze it. I think she kept it a while before freezing, because when we thawed it, the icing was mouldy in spots. Mum said the cake itself would be fine, so the icing was all cut off and the cake sliced. It was awful. Completely inedible. Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-65398401822590274872013-08-21T17:24:26.389+10:002013-08-21T17:24:26.389+10:00I would keep is sealed, too. :-)I would keep is sealed, too. :-)Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.com