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Tempus fugit

10 Jun

Good heavens, I just realised it is fifteen years now since M and I moved in to the Surry Hills palace on the right. M, of course, now has another palace.

And two years ago I had not long moved to Blogspot from the ill-fated Diary-X. I notice I was reading — yes from Surry Hills Library — Amanda Lohrey’s The Philosopher’s Doll this time in 2005. I note around this same week or so two years ago that Madam’s wonderful homely Cafe Max in Devonshire Street had transformed into Cafe Omelette, which it still is, though now downplaying the omelettes. I had a memorable lunch with The Rabbit at Johnnie’s Fish Cafe — the favourite of Lord Malcolm, Sirdan and me — around this time too. Lately, we fear Blair, the guy at Johnnie’s, may have shut up shop. Seems that way, but I must make sure. If so, this is a shame as he did the best fish and salads in all Surry Hills.

Just as well I have a blog. I wouldn’t remember the half of this stuff without it. 😉

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Posted by on June 10, 2007 in blogging, M, my sites, Personal, Surry Hills

 

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2 responses to “Tempus fugit

  1. Kevin

    June 10, 2007 at 9:51 pm

    Holy cow. You two were hooked up!?! I had thought you were just friends (you didn’t mention your relationship in the tons of liberal Ninglun I’ve read).

    Ninglun, you must be so unhappy. I can’t even sympathize with you. I just don’t have that life experience. The worst I’ve had to say goodbye too is a dog and a cat, both of which were horribly tragic, and still haunt me from time to time. But an actual person you are attached to? It’s too much to imagine.

    Can’t imagine that pain, and don’t want to. I hope you know that despite the many things I say that are despicable to you, I truly hope you are sharing a grin that he lived, as I said in a previous comment. Malcolm’s death made me think of my spouse or closest relatives dying… and I find all of those possible deaths to be completely unacceptable. I can’t imagine grinning about them if a single one of them was gone. So it’s more of a wish than an expectation.

    ‘Nuff said, I hope. But now I’m worried. Ninglun, are you going down that same path?

     
  2. ninglun

    June 10, 2007 at 11:13 pm

    Thanks, Kevin, but while Malcolm was a good friend, he is not M! M is alive and well and we are still very good friends. I met M almost 17 years ago, long before I ever knew Malcolm, and M and I lived together until a couple of years ago. The Who’s Who page tells you that. I don’t say a lot about M because he doesn’t want me to do so.

    I have had the experience though that you mention, probably the worst being the death of my sister (she was 11) when I was 8. My older brother was 16. None of us even after so long has quite forgotten, and it certainly affected my parents very badly as you can imagine. I also had much later a close friend who suicided, and that same year my father died. My mother died 11 years ago. All that is in the family stories above, and the suicide is in my “fiction”.

    I guess all we can say is that such things affect all of us, because liberal or conservative we are all human, and death and loss are as much part of the human condition as love and birth.

    Malcolm had lost a partner around a year before I met him. He was very badly affected by that for a while, so I found out later. There was a rumour that the partner’s ashes were somewhere in Malcolm’s apartment, but it has proved not to be true. He must have quietly dealt with that without telling anyone.

     
 
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