tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767918086420070312.post7016206163017869881..comments2023-12-14T17:43:04.484+00:00Comments on timbobig: Memories are made of somethingTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201835677426254567noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767918086420070312.post-34025780629043492462011-07-05T03:51:57.880+01:002011-07-05T03:51:57.880+01:00Francoise Hardy! What a memory. She was the backgr...Francoise Hardy! What a memory. She was the background to all my youthful indiscretions.Rinkly Rimeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07890344869337115307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767918086420070312.post-46617299750489831912011-07-04T11:40:32.073+01:002011-07-04T11:40:32.073+01:00Not scary to me! I was fourteen when Heartbreak H...Not scary to me! I was fourteen when Heartbreak Hotel came out. It scared my parents though.<br />Rosie - every hetero boy in the universe loved Francoise.<br />Christopher - funnily enough I did have a pair of blue suede shoes. I got them in Marks and Spencer in 1995. They didn't have crepe soles though.Timhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11201835677426254567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767918086420070312.post-44671470378449749172011-07-04T09:30:41.861+01:002011-07-04T09:30:41.861+01:00Have you still got your blue suede shoes, Tim?Have you still got your blue suede shoes, Tim?Christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14227767014123557100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767918086420070312.post-77923923037640965482011-07-03T09:45:25.473+01:002011-07-03T09:45:25.473+01:00Oh my brother was nuts for Francoise Hardy. Where&...Oh my brother was nuts for Francoise Hardy. Where's the children's story?Rosiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17467630407914812378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767918086420070312.post-71804970939003696932011-07-03T09:38:56.229+01:002011-07-03T09:38:56.229+01:00Yes, but secretly; it was scary stuff at first.Yes, but secretly; it was scary stuff at first.ElizThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05691208021622155317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767918086420070312.post-56945323930979745932011-07-02T23:42:08.107+01:002011-07-02T23:42:08.107+01:00Oh yes! Old enough to recall those and more.Oh yes! Old enough to recall those and more.dinahmowhttp://moreidlethoughts.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767918086420070312.post-23463233048194852332011-07-02T23:28:48.700+01:002011-07-02T23:28:48.700+01:00Ha ha, all my parents' friends had to be calle...Ha ha, all my parents' friends had to be called Uncle Jack or Uncle Norman or Auntie Babs. I was too young to disown or be embarrassed.Timhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11201835677426254567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767918086420070312.post-37398996473728259042011-07-02T21:50:37.584+01:002011-07-02T21:50:37.584+01:00I remember, as a child, being taken to an Elvis Pr...I remember, as a child, being taken to an Elvis Presley film by a friend of my parents', whom we called Uncle Percy. Percy was his name, but he was no relation. If he had been, we would have disowned him, because he embarrassed us horribly by singing along.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.com