sufi

lala
Did you go to Fianaranstoa and did some guy make you pay to go and see his wildlife park which was actually on a traffic island?
went to fianarantsoa a few times, good place :)
one time i waited 5 days for a bus there,
but bumped into my mate from pimlico aka 'the vazaha who resemble jesosy'
unfortunately i never encountered the traffic island nature reserve :(
 

John Doe

Well-known member
I miss the Compendium Bookshop in Camden. It stocked just about everything in terms of avant-garde/left field fiction, poetry, thought etc and had a truly staggering collection of periodicals. Nothing was too obscure. Real bookshops like that, alas, just don't exist anymore. I used to spend hours browsing and came away with some genuinely memorable reading I'd probably never had discoverd otherwise (Rilke, Celan, Elouard etc).
 

sufi

lala
I miss the Compendium Bookshop in Camden. It stocked just about everything in terms of avant-garde/left field fiction, poetry, thought etc and had a truly staggering collection of periodicals. Nothing was too obscure. Real bookshops like that, alas, just don't exist anymore. I used to spend hours browsing and came away with some genuinely memorable reading I'd probably never had discoverd otherwise (Rilke, Celan, Elouard etc).
likewise index books in brixton...
phenomenally good african writers section, sorely missed :(
 

Chris

fractured oscillations
I miss the farm in Nebraska where I lived when I was four. It was in the absolute middle of nowhere, with nothing but never-ending corn fields and cow pastures in every direction as far as the eye could see. We had a small, white, country church on one side of the house where my dad preached, and an old graveyard on the other side. The best part about having lived there, is that it almost feels like I lived in 1930s America for that short time of my life, because the only signs of civilization around were rusty old antique cars and junk that had been abandoned on the side of the road; plus I was always listening to old records of songs from 1930s and '40s Disney films, which only adds to the effect of these memories seeming like they took place in an older era. Very hauntological really. I pretty much spent my days catching frogs and chasing the chickens around; great times for a four-year-old. Sometimes when we were out driving, a stray cow would start chasing our car down the gravel road; you could almost hear the banjo music playing in the background, fucking perfect. It was all so old timey... I don't think we even had a tv that year... or if we did, I never had any need to watch it...

We got to visit the place one more time when I was 10 or so, but the farm, church, and graveyard were flattened by a tornado a year later.
 
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ripley

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN WEIRD????!!!! (not really angry)
also, how big do you expect a bagel to be?

since I only lived there for a while, I wouldn't say I was a New Yorker at all. (I do miss new york a ton, maybe I'll get specific later. Brunch at Enid's in greenpoint or buying dancehall 7"s at Fat Beats from the japanese lady are high on the list)

that said. Bagels. New York. that's it. they are the best, and the ur-bagel. everything else is just a bit weird. (not necessarily bad, though! I'd take Brick Lane "beigels" over flavorless Bay Area bagels any day)
 

sufi

lala
Rain forest on the edge of Clayoquot Sound on the West coast of Vancouver Island. Unlike Vancouver and Victoria, it gets no protection from the Pacific so waves, winds and rain can be wild.

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Ancient trees, vast sand beaches. When the tide is out, it leaves behind towering rock-islands topped with trees and wrapped in in star fish, anemones, and mussels. Some are close together, creating slippery hallways to explore. I was only there for a foggy day and night in 1996. Quite magical :)
hmm yes this place, almost exactly as you describe, with dripping eagles up in the foggy pines, those goose neck barnacles and massive timbers washed up thickly along the high tide mark.
 

bruno

est malade
i miss canada terribly sometimes. i miss camping, our trips to elk island, the wide open spaces. our journey from edmonton to toronto through the prairies, winding through forests. i also miss the snow. and i miss the smell of insect repellent, weirdly. chile has many of these things, but not in the same proportion. the sensation in canada is that the land and sky is infinite, at least it was in my eyes. the only comparable thing here is the desert and sea, and i miss both, too.
 

luka

Well-known member
i miss east london a lot, and the worst thing is, it wont be there when i get back.
 

craner

Beast of Burden
A CGI spectacle. Does this 'Usaine Bolt' character even exist? What is the meaning of a 'Tyson Gay'?
 

baboon2004

Darned cockwombles.
I hope some kind of embarrassing disaster befalls the Olympics, such as Boris Johnson getting his head stuck in a horse, or mysterious last-minute adverts on Gumtree for an Olympic-sized swimming pool.
 

routes

we can delay.ay.ay...
someone i know is renting their posh flat near stratty for 3 months over the olympic period to some international press agency for stupid amounts of money.
 

version

Well-known member
I miss my dad's parents' garden. The garden itself was pretty standard, but at the bottom were two large hedgerows with an arch between that led to a patch of woodland with running stream. We used to build fires.
 
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