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| Martin | onlymerseyrat~AT~aol~DOT~com |
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John, I hope I can call you, John,(after reading through I feel I know you well enough to be all familiar). A worthy webpage indeed to trip over on a dismal Hamburg Sunday, enjoyed the visit and the flavour of a home left behind it afforded.
14 March 2010 - Hamburg, Germany
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| Paul Rainey | paul~DOT~rainey~AT~bluewin~DOT~ch |
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Hi John I hope you are keeping well Very best wishes Paul 2 March 2010 - Zug, Switzerland
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| joan van dijk | joanvdijk~AT~hotmail~DOT~com |
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I left Liverpool in 1973 and have lived in south africa since then I will becoming home (it will always be home to me)to Liverpool for the first time since I left to see my younger sis I am sure I will find so many changes. I went to roscoe garsfield school and lived in richard kelly place clubmoor if there is any one who remembers me I would love to catch up with all your news
13 February 2010 - south africa
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| Joycie | joheward~AT~yahoo~DOT~co~DOT~uk |
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All right,lar? As another "ex-pat" down south, I love reading stuff and seeing pics from "back home"! I love your piece on New Brighton, a place close to my heart . . . Blimey, that pool would be packed in the summer . . . and the smell from the indoor fairground; the noise; the girls hanging round the boys . . . the first kiss under the pier . . . 24 January 2010 - South Coast
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| Sue Horn | sue~AT~narramorefarm~DOT~com |
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As a scouser living down south you have reminded me so strongly of what I miss the most about Merseyside, I can smell and almost taste it in your descriptions. I grew up helping my Dad Fred Battersby deliver hardware round Liverpool and The Wirral, without fail the shopkeepers were always kind to a small girl and my school holidays were full of happy memories of being spoiled by them. Later as a slightly wild teenager I haunted the Witches' Cauldron Club in New Brighton, listening to a group called The Vampires. Their lead singer was a bus conductor called Dave, who wore a bright red suit which was very outlandish for that time, and once when helping them at a church hall gig I was called upon to actually sew him into the tight trousers after they split! When the club finished I used to run in my stockings down hill to catch the last bus home to Moreton, I ruined many a pair as running in stillettos wasn't a good idea and my Dad was always waiting to meet that last bus. We thought we were very hip but looking back the club only sold coke! I don't think until you move away you realise what a strong pull your home area has for you, I can be moved to tears nowadays seeing local pictures, and boy was I proud of the City of Culture tag, and that monster spider, well, all I can say is Wow! Keep the stories coming, and the poems, I think perhaps the poems are my favourite, so well written and so evocative. 4 December 2009 - Devon UK
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