Ozcloggie
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from Dutch to Dust.
No more Clog dancers or choirs singing about a glorious sunrise. Just the occasional sound of a lonely piano-accordion, on very special occasions.
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Bra boys and girls are meeting in March.
In the few bits of Heartbreak High that I watched, there wasn’t a rather short, stout, deputy principal, striding through the playground waving a cane.
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Letting off steam! He had a dream. But dreams can be just...
Meanwhile, the beating heart of the (now) D.A.C.C., is on life-support behind the Dutch shop, in 85 Market Street, Smithfield.
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Through the thorns to the stars - My Hometown: Gouda.
Gouda likes to think it’s famous for its town hall.
Even though its pull was much stronger for my parents, for me too it is the symbol of where I come from. -
My new friend. A boy I met, on the way to the Men's.
I looked up at the security cameras, wondering what they might think up there, about this old man, meeting up with this cheerful little boy, in this empty corridor.
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I'm a naturist. Not an exhibitionist. My passion: walks b...
In spite of having no qualms about being a naturist, since at least 1992/3, I still was apprehensive.
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Schooldays.
I had 37 years of most enjoyable years of "schooldays":http://www.redbubble.com/people/ozcloggie/art/everything/tags/schooldays
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I am an 8! A goat. A set of scales.
Sex is omnipresent in this sensual person’s life. He or she knows precisely what to do.
Have never worn lacy underwear! -
Bob Potter's Ballroom Dance Studio, Dudley's Emporium, Ma...
Always the same routine:
Progressive barndance and one or two other simple progressive dances, to get them mixing; talking, relaxing. -
More melting years - our neighbour, the garbo.
I remember really only the daughter, Anna, who was friends with the pretty one.
Come to think of it, what a multi-cultural street it was, in those years – the fifties. -
Pleasure and pain.
...and now seems to have had its fun and has almost left.
Come to think of it, it is a bit masochistic!
Will I do it again, next year? Probably not. -
Half a century, melted away!
I’ve just come home from spending half an hour or so with Mrs Brandman.
She is still as in control, as she was then 50 years ago! -
One of those stories.
On one side of the house lived the assistant and, on the other side the bridge-keeper.
One of the two had night duty and had the lantern in front of his door (paraffin oil). -
Dad, what a smile, by Roger Boreham, got my vote, at The ...
Of course I connected with Simpatico, by Barry McCann. I watch their show and like their interaction. (Turned it off yesterday when they were cutting up fish again.)
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Those Dutch-Australians, stuck in the fifties.
Let’s not under estimate Australians. They also know that Holland isn’t full of people, in national costumes, wearing clogs and singing songs from the fiftie
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Sans Famille, by Hector Malot, who lived in Paris.
Several of those interesting people we talked to explained that Hector Malot lived (and they would wave their arm in the direction) in that side street, just across the Seine!
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Paris - the Movie
My daughter tells me it’s true, all those actors are very well known but on the path that I’ve taken in recent years there have not been many trips to the cinema and certainly not French movies.
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The indignity of dementia. "The man came to buy this."
What? I said. He wanted to buy this hospital?
Then he laughed about he silly it was to think that he was in his (quote) old house and we both laughed. -
Of all the cities, in all the world!! Million-to-one chan...
Later, Bärbel and I sat on the steps, outside l’Opera, while her husband took the baby for a walk and talked some more.
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Now we exchange Christmas greetings again. -
Yes. I AM a tulip under the gumtree but not longing for K...
... has to do with how they themselves have that urge to try migration but, as they have to give up too much, they hope that people like me miss the Netherlands
