Whoever Said It NeverWas...
There you go; time was kept. Everyone arrived and the meeting in a more and very informal way kicked off. It was cool. Funny enough, one of the first questions before the main discussion was about rushing so as to watch the England against Sweden match. And you couldn’t believe it, the answer was uniform, “I’m not that desperate about footie…” I wasn’t surprised.
So with that, Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere was attacked (pardon me, savoured). It appears everyone enjoyed the book even me that think it’s a big hallucination; hehe… Richard Mayhew we agreed was a good follower, Croup and Vandermer special, Door, royal indeed, the rest, useful. But something else…
Gaiman actually made some to concentrate on the underground routes than reading this time. You can’t believe Clare pointed out she knew where British Museum Station is between whatever Station and the other… I hope she isn’t the Lady D… (don’t quote me please). And so was Sarah, agreeing to know some of the non-used stations; blimey! At a point I have to assure myself we are not in the Earl’s court coach. Wonders! Especially these ladies in the bookclub, how come they know these things, mhh… I bet organizer was stunned as he only maintained the Speaker of the parliament stance only reading out the questions and causing the hearty argument.
Now, a guy entered late – haven’t seen him before really – he sat by the door, contributed like an attendee to a political gathering where community issues are discussed, and neighbours having not seen him before, or those who have, only sees him walk by (usually that sort DRIVES), goes into his house and locks himself up. But today, he is there actually saying their mind, which they, for whatever reason won’t say. And as a ghost-neighbour, he comes when the meeting is in motion, stays at the entrance says what he wants, offending some conservatives, appealing to the grassroots and disappearing before the end. Well, our guy entered late and left early causing heads to turn and look whenever he says these things or that.
Mhh! But it was good. Christopher, who was new (?) too, at a point said something that made someone ask, ‘was it in the same book’…? But he is social, went to (Citie of) York with us after the meeting and forced us to introduce ourselves; “gardween” I said, as abrupt as I can mutter it, and same was everybody ‘cos it sure was unexpected. So there was no time for all those, “ I did… I am… I come becau…” sort of introduction.
Funny as it is, about 9 of us ended in Citie of York, - by foot just like in London below because its not easy to reach York in the twinkle of an eye – and had a hearty chat for over an hour. And that is why I like book worms, no one drank like a palm flee… so we all left in one piece, body, soul, spirit and brain still intact.
Next is the London Walk… if you read Neverwhere, you must like to find out about this in practical.
by godwyns
www.godwyns.blogspot.com
So with that, Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere was attacked (pardon me, savoured). It appears everyone enjoyed the book even me that think it’s a big hallucination; hehe… Richard Mayhew we agreed was a good follower, Croup and Vandermer special, Door, royal indeed, the rest, useful. But something else…
Gaiman actually made some to concentrate on the underground routes than reading this time. You can’t believe Clare pointed out she knew where British Museum Station is between whatever Station and the other… I hope she isn’t the Lady D… (don’t quote me please). And so was Sarah, agreeing to know some of the non-used stations; blimey! At a point I have to assure myself we are not in the Earl’s court coach. Wonders! Especially these ladies in the bookclub, how come they know these things, mhh… I bet organizer was stunned as he only maintained the Speaker of the parliament stance only reading out the questions and causing the hearty argument.
Now, a guy entered late – haven’t seen him before really – he sat by the door, contributed like an attendee to a political gathering where community issues are discussed, and neighbours having not seen him before, or those who have, only sees him walk by (usually that sort DRIVES), goes into his house and locks himself up. But today, he is there actually saying their mind, which they, for whatever reason won’t say. And as a ghost-neighbour, he comes when the meeting is in motion, stays at the entrance says what he wants, offending some conservatives, appealing to the grassroots and disappearing before the end. Well, our guy entered late and left early causing heads to turn and look whenever he says these things or that.
Mhh! But it was good. Christopher, who was new (?) too, at a point said something that made someone ask, ‘was it in the same book’…? But he is social, went to (Citie of) York with us after the meeting and forced us to introduce ourselves; “gardween” I said, as abrupt as I can mutter it, and same was everybody ‘cos it sure was unexpected. So there was no time for all those, “ I did… I am… I come becau…” sort of introduction.
Funny as it is, about 9 of us ended in Citie of York, - by foot just like in London below because its not easy to reach York in the twinkle of an eye – and had a hearty chat for over an hour. And that is why I like book worms, no one drank like a palm flee… so we all left in one piece, body, soul, spirit and brain still intact.
Next is the London Walk… if you read Neverwhere, you must like to find out about this in practical.
by godwyns
www.godwyns.blogspot.com
posted by godwyns @ 10:30 am
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