There are still many hippies among us.........
Poor, tragic souls they be too, Lola - they were bad enough the first time round!
What is this "tula" thing of which you Canajuns and such speak?
Say ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, looking much better
i yoose gooogel to louk liek i no things.
(Shhhhhh, if they figure it out, they won't have any use for us----this message will self-destruct in 5 seconds, 4, 3, 2, 1 - poof!!!!!!!)
I can still read it, she said drily...
Rats, didn't smegging work!!!!!!!!!
hippies: really cool urinating
hairy and steamy subject - must be a coney around!
hippies, really cool,
and they usually have very good music
Hmmmm - really cool - hmmmm - I seem to remember lots and lots of hairy (I like hair, don't get me wrong) men forever cluttering up one's living room endlessly smoking and inhaling and such various substances and raving about things such as freedom and equality and how mind-blowing such and such a drug was (ho-HUM) - while stuff like the cooking and cleaning and earning money and such got done by the only semi-cool likes of me and most of the other women I knew - who were like so always BUSY man.... not that any of the lovely fellas I actually went out and stuff with were like that (well, not VERY like that!) but it was damn wearing to be always tripping over men in a smoky haze when I came to and from uni and work and life and such - especially when some of them took to turning up at work and expecting me to "liberate" stuff like the food and coffee and whatever the boss was selling with them for free - now, a bit I was prepared to do - the bosses were a'holes - but enough is enough - and then to be laughed at for doing the work that feed the free-loaders! Well - some fleas were applied to some ears, need I say more!
I mean - it was all quite cute - especially in the early days, which I was too young to see - but boy did it get old fast! Not that I would have missed those times and the tight youth culture and the freedom and the enormous fun - but a lot of it was, and still is, in my eyes, sheer bull-**** - and worse than ever this time round, as I see the nouveau hippies!
Mind you, my close lot were always far more hard politically, and active politically to boot - but i speak of the masses which came through one's door and washed up, permanentlt it seemes, on one's floor - especially, in Oz, after Cyclone Tracy flattened Darwin on Christmas day 1974 - and closed the biggest hippy hotel in the land! !
Every household that was even mildly counterculture in Adelaide had several refugees wrapped in their sarongs on the sofas and in the bath - and even more vagued out than usual because of the terrible trauma.
Some very sweet souls amongst them.
Lola wrote:hippies, really cool,
and they usually have very good music
yeah, if you can get the damn bootlegs out of the deck, they've usually got something else laying around, unplayed and forgotten...
Lord - remember reel-to reel!
And the horrors of patchouli!
Alan (Friend): I hate patchouli.
Us: Oh
Alan: She wears it all the time.
Us. Oh
Alan: I hate patchouli.
Us: Tell her.
Alan: I can't
Us: Why?
Alan: She thinks I love it. She puts it on especially for me. She thinks it turns me on.
Us: TELL her Alan
Alan: I can't NOW! Not after 6 months!
Us: TELL her
Alan: I CAN'T.
Us: WE'LL bloody well tell her then!
Alan: I hate patchouli.
Us: EVERYONE hates patchouli.
Alan: She doesn't. I HATE patchouli...
