tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29365275.post116731815971150263..comments2023-09-29T10:44:54.613+00:00Comments on BrianT: "These are my woods. I love woods me..." (Vic Reeves)BrianThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00445659683392057709noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29365275.post-12570991703459722202007-01-08T19:48:00.000+00:002007-01-08T19:48:00.000+00:00Watch it or I'll chop yer other leg off ya cockney...Watch it or I'll chop yer other leg off ya cockney wanker.<br /><br />Niceties aside though, in case anything happens to me, I've left you Jude's bazookas in me will. It's only fair.BrianThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00445659683392057709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29365275.post-51444207181886757802007-01-08T12:57:00.000+00:002007-01-08T12:57:00.000+00:00Your such an old gaylord. My advise would be to f...Your such an old gaylord. My advise would be to find a good tree with a strong branch and throw a rope over it. Put your scrawny neck through the noose and prey to Alah. Meanwhile i'll be round yours and partake of J's humungoid melons.<br /><br />JoHNY (pegleg) HeWITTAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29365275.post-39386688123668584042007-01-06T18:37:00.000+00:002007-01-06T18:37:00.000+00:00Thanks for your goldcrest story on BrightAire Bria...Thanks for your goldcrest story on BrightAire Brian. If you've got sycamores in your woods you've almost certainly got goldcrests. Sycamore leaves exude sap which attracts insects which attracts goldcrests which are insectivorous all year round. Get out with your bins and check out those tits!<br /><br />A number of goldcrests migrate into the UK from the continent each autumn and arriving on the east coast, make for the nearest cover, your hair. Your goldcrest might have been one of those. I've seen photos of the wild man of rock look you once had can can well believe animals raising families in your barnet.Clive Nuttonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01806105882610438168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29365275.post-31627608588521920772007-01-05T11:02:00.000+00:002007-01-05T11:02:00.000+00:00Cheers Clive.
It was the feeling of alienation tha...Cheers Clive.<br />It was the feeling of alienation that the Blair Witch film makers sought to convey, I felt. That sense of out-of-placeness which most urbanites feel dumped in a huge wood, especially at night. Fear of the dark, playing on our primal fear of unseen predators. Like the fear of heights that we are all born with, climbers or not, it is a fear that can be, if not totally overcome, at least controlled. <br />I was as scared of the woods at night, when I was a boy, as any of the characters in BWP. We believed a witch lived in a copse of elder on The Big Hill, a place of childhood significance which is meaningless to anyone else. <br />One day, creeping up the hill, a group of us peered into the thick, gnarled elders, not really knowing what we were looking for. it was a hot summer day, and with that brooding silence that precedes a storm. In those days (1969?), there was no urban traffic roar in the background.<br />As we peered over the broken drystone wall into the gloomy thicket, a twig snapped, somewhere in there. Probably a cat, or a blackbird, or a rat. nevertheless, it was THE WITCH! We collectively lifted several inches off the ground, and fled in a total panic, propelled by fear and fighting not to be last.<br />The Big Hill is still there, though partially bulldozed to lower it. The elder thicket is now a bungalow. Of the witch, who knows.<br />I made myself face my fear of the woods and the darkness later in life, reasoning that there is nothing that could or would hurt me in there, except people, and the type of people who might seek to hurt me are, paradoxically, frightened of the dark, and the woods at night. <br />The sea though, now that's a different story. Swimming above deep water induces the same sense of fear that dark woods once did. Maybe if I'm ever not poor, I'll take up SCUBA diving like my brother and face those fears too. After all, I have a marine biology degree doing nothing; might as well get some benefit.BrianThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00445659683392057709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29365275.post-89885179979652317332007-01-03T18:09:00.000+00:002007-01-03T18:09:00.000+00:00For some reason my previous comment has me as anon...For some reason my previous comment has me as anonymous but I'm not. I'm Clive Nutton.<br /><br />Happy new year and thanks for the Christmas card. Internal mail got it to me today!Clive Nuttonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01806105882610438168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29365275.post-1167676872384373212007-01-01T18:41:00.000+00:002007-01-01T18:41:00.000+00:00Good work BrianI know what you mean about the inci...Good work Brian<BR/><BR/>I know what you mean about the incipient terror of woods. In woods there is visceral life and death which continues regardless of our presence. Sometimes you feel that left to their own devices and catching you off guard the woods would consume you too. A bit like when you swim in the sea and suddenly find yourself out of your depth.<BR/><BR/>The Blair Witch Project captured that sense of other life in the fizzy crackling that underscored parts of the soundtrack, like the sound of feeding insects or fungasl decay. Chilling!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29365275.post-1167331624776746402006-12-28T18:47:00.000+00:002006-12-28T18:47:00.000+00:00*applause* bravo darling :) xxx*applause* bravo darling :) xxxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com