<SIGH>As you can see Fiona, the women on A2K just cant have enuff details abt me !
I've made more than 100 photos altogether those days there in (Greater) London, Bishop's Stortford, Harlow, Duxford and Cambridge.
Unfortunately, the first film with all the exciting documentary pics ... no, it is not missing, even worse: they couldn't open the film cartridge properly. And now some "specialists" will try it.
Sorry - at least another day to wait
I didn't have just 'fish', btw, but spicy salmon ("Fish Tikka"). :wink:
Just want to add that the shop is run and the developping was done by women. No offense, realy, just a statement - don't want to start "women and technic" and such nonsense, not at all, as said, just reporting the sad facts.
Walter has developed a wish to commit suicide after meeting us.
sounds like a deathwish to me!
One is simply ah poohr old european foreignah with lots of difficulties with the use of correct english, one think! Oh stop it! You tease!
Lil'k - practicing your range of ocular expressions?
Gautam, Only Japanese soldiers have a wish to committ suicide, but that's in the distant past.
Looking forward to Fiona establishing her own A2K persona. Here's a 'lil something on friendship I had in my email box that I want to share with all my new friends.
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Subject: FRIEND
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now.
I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He
was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous.
Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse.
God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.
There is no beginning or end..Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery.
Remember: Today is a gift.
c.i.
Thanks for these charing these wonderful thoughts, c.i.!
Btw: I already opened the new album on littlk's site - just one photo in there.
c.i., that's a very touching story. KP
Hi all
Walter thanks for the e card
Disturbed about the photos, its not terminal is it?
ci Glad to hear you're back safe and sound. It was a real pleasure to meet you (all)!
As Walter said its strange to meet someone for the first time that you already know, let alone a whole bunch of people.
MrsMcTag, (or may I call you Fiona?), it was really good of you to chaperone MrMcTag, and great to see you posting here. MrMcT behaved impeccably ... even on the boat ... (thats got everyone else's attention!)
Count me in for any get together in Manchester.
Littlek, would you post the address for your site? I used to have it as I saw the pictures from the first Boston meeting. I sure don't want to miss any London pics--how I hope they come out!
Those, who want to photograph and not to be used by some electronically technic: yes.
I'm just kidding Walter. But I always carry both types these days. A backup plan of sorts.
