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Just so you know, comrades… I can SEE the words you type into that search box there on the left. Lately there's been a few names that are real blasts from the past, and it's amusing to see people searching for themselves. And which of my former Australian bosses keeps searching for "boss"? I never had a boss I didn't like, so you won't find any bitchin' here! Anyway people. There's no need to lurk. Say hello. Leave a comment! Write an email! I am still the approachable clod you once knew.

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12 thoughts on “Peekaboo!

  1. Your post amuses me, as I can relate to it. One day, my stats showed a single computer having searched my archives for over EIGHT HOURS, searching for the word “boyfriend,” the name of a particular ex, the name of my church, and more. The decision to take everything but the most recent archives offline was an instant decision, executed immediately. (Nobody needs to spend that much time crawling through my archives. Not even me.)

    I’ve never had people search for themselves, but if it ever happens, I would definitely create a “Hello! I seeeee you… ” post. ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Good Lord!

    It really *is* you Swampy!

    At first glance I wasn’t sure. I discovered your blog by complete chance while searching for Icelandic points of interest (after all, how many Aussie redheads named “Shauna Marsh” post photos of Icelandic Phallic museums on their blogs?). No, I’m not a Sherlock… I did think to fire off a brief, all too brief e-mail asking if you were the one…

    But after sitting on my arse for a couple of days and reading this Herculean effort of yours, yes… yes indeed… it’s the same Swampy I went to school with all those years ago. The one who vanished off the face of the Earth (or rather, I did), and… there you are…

    And WHAT a blog! In a couple of years there’ll be requests for you to publish it in hardback (which I suspect you’d never want to do, but it’s not indifferent to broadcasting it to the universe in the internet when you think about it). You’ll be a kind of latter-day Samuel Pepys of the new millennium sort of way (albeit without the political commentary).

    I’m in Europe too, stuck in Sweden (of all places). I’d had enough of “rural and regional Australia”. The moment I left I changed character altogether. On the edge of taking a working holiday visa to the UK (I had the forms already filled), I decided to stuff that entirely and head for a place completely different culturally (yet where they still spoke good English). I applied to finish my masters at the University of Aarhus in Denmark, but I withdrew my application (mistakenly thinking this noble institution of learning was pronounced “Arse University”) and opted for Gothenburg instead.

    After a year in Sweden and a another back home (I took my Swedish girlfriend back with me), I returned to Sweden with her, married her, and now we have a daughter. I’ve been working as a “Medical Market Researcher” (a glorified name for someone who speaks English who spends his days surveying the prescription habits of bored/bemused British and Irish GP’s over the telephone). As of yet I haven’t obliterated a fax or photocopier, yet I remain suitably entertained in watching the Italian department (so messy and chaotic) and the German department (very much the opposite) share a workplace kitchen!

    Strangely, we were never real close at school – so different – but we’ve done so many similar things. I did the study thing, the job thing, the overseas thing, the marriage thing. Oddly, it turns out we were in Copenhagen on the same day (in roughly the same places). As the old Swedish saying goes… “we have all passed a lot of water under the bridge” (it works better in Swedish). We have the same saying of course, but I love it in Swedish…

    Anyway, drop in if you’re ever near Gothenburg again. Like you, I’m missing home as well (but there are ample concessions here!).

    Rgds,

    G

  3. Oh, and yes… I confess…

    On the ultimate ego-trip, I entered my name into the search box… said a prayer (in hope that any references to “a fat, pompous a****le I once knew” wouldn’t appear) and then hit the search key… nothing (phew).

    *** does the happy dance*** :))

  4. dude! it’s a small world after all!

    i shall send an email. now we just have to solve the MYSTERY OF THE MYSTERIOUS BOSS!

    Is there anyone else out there from school? It’s like a reunion, without having to angst over what to wear.

  5. I’ve been in Gothenburg for too long ๐Ÿ™

    I stayed home for a while… as everyone moved away. I left for overseas just as people were starting to return, but after my Dad died I couldn’t remain there.

    Like the UK, you just have to talk about the weather here. Swedes and Britons – not being an extreme people themselves – are always taken by complete surprise by extremes of weather. If you think bloody Scotland is cold enough, try a Scandinavian winter! However, I will say that we at least get a few of those white, crisp and clear winter days (as opposed to rain, wind, mud and a thousand and one different shades of grey).

    Eerily, Warwick and Deidre have not aged A SINGLE BLOODY DAY. They belong in a waxworks! It can’t be botox or nip and tuck procedures? Last I heard Adrian was about to join the airforce.

    I’m glad to hear your Mum is doing well. She taught me so much, I’ll never forget her ๐Ÿ™‚

  6. I’ve been in Gothenburg for too long ๐Ÿ™

    I stayed home for a while… as everyone moved away. I left for overseas just as people were starting to return, but after my Dad died I couldn’t remain there.

    However, a few familiar faces remain. Eerily, Warwick and Deidre have not aged A SINGLE BLOODY DAY. They belong in a waxworks! It can’t be botox or nip and tuck procedures?

    And with them, those three elderly Catholic ladies who taught us scripture once a month at that little school of ours. I ran into each one of them quite by chance the last time I was home (it was as if they’d been put in formaldehyde!). I still suffer from a frequent, reoccurring urge to burst into a rendition of “and if the Devil doesn’t like it he can sit on a tack…. OUCH!!…….. ”

    I’m glad to hear your Mum is doing well. She taught me much, I’ll never forget her ๐Ÿ™‚

    Aside from the weather, I’m to believe you’re loving Scotland. Like the UK, you just have to talk about the weather here. Swedes and Britons – not being an extreme people themselves – are always taken by complete surprise by extremes of weather. If you think bloody Scotland is cold and grey enough, try the Scandinavian counterpart! However, I will say that we at least get a few of those white, crisp and clear winter days (as opposed to rain, mud and a thousand and one shades of grey).

  7. Bugger!!

    I thought I lost that last post… I wrote it again, and now I’ve posted two of the same…

    I’ll shut up now!

    My love to everyone…

  8. Goodness, I enjoyed that little private/public conversation! I do love this blogging thing – it’s like leaving a diary open for anyone to read. Being constitutionally nosy, I have spent my life trying to resist the temptation to read people’s real diaries, left carelessly around. And now it’s permitted! And here, now, I’m able to read people’s letters to each other too. So much for fun than hoovering, which I am, however, going to do right now… .

  9. Ha, I used the search box to find the entry from when I visited you. (Wow, it’s been a long time)

    “TC” didn’t work, nor did “Taiwan” but “Taipei” worked, I think.

    Come to think of it, I should have tried “Axe murderer”

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