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Thursday, 19 July 2018

I watch people...

that’s what I do...
doesn’t everyone?
Where we lived before in a village off the A21 to Hastings. I would drive by a house right on the side of the busy road to the coast.  Every time I went to Tunbridge Wells I would see a man lovingly tending his garden in his freshly laundered overalls.  I had names for him and his wife.  I made up a little story in my mind about their lives.  They moved away and the beautiful garden was left to go to rack and ruin.  My little tale was at an end.

Let me introduce...
Family Crack, new characters for my imaginings.  
Now Crack you have met before leaning on the rail moodily staring out to sea.  He seems completely oblivious of the fact his shorts defy gravity by hanging suspended under his enormous belly.  He must be on holiday as we see him and Mrs Crack come down
to the beach, him to fish, her 
to sunbathe.  They I think, live close by because most mornings Mrs C on her way to work as a hairdresser brings rubbish down to put in the bins?  
The other day Grandma Crack brought the little Cracks down to the beach to of all things feed the seagulls!?!  Naturally it wasn’t long before the little ones were petrified by the gulls  dive-bombing them.  
Squealing they scuttled home accompanied by a flotilla of 
hungry birds with an eye on the sliced white still clutched to Grandma Crack’s heaving bosom. 




People watching... the greatest free show on earth.
Am I alone in my simple pastime I wonder, or should I get out more?

16 comments:

  1. We often see relatives of Family Crack here in Torbay. I've even asked them not to feed the gulls, but have been told to naff off and worse, of course. I used to have a description for Mr Crack. I called him Mr Purple Nylon Vest because in the 1970s that is what male members of Family Crack tended to wea (or string vests!) Mrs Crack would have bright turquoise eye shadow, a Bingo-lady perm with bright yellow curls, and a plastic faux-Chanel bag with gilt chain. She thought she was the cat's pyjamas, of course. I also love to people watch, it is free and, as you say, the greatest show on earth.
    Margaret P

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    1. Torbay... the English Riviera. A better class visitor... Brigette Bardot-Crack.
      When I set off in all my finery, I see the eyebrows shoot up over their Mr Whippy 99... ‘Get her, Lady Docker c.50’s!’, minus the fur, obviously. That or ‘Didn’t we last see her on the news at Greenham Common?’

      LX

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  2. Your Crack family have relatives everywhere!

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    1. Afraid they do Sue. Wonder what they call us?

      LX

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  3. people watching..a great occupation and educational too!

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    1. On how NOT to be, or conversely what to aspire to? Ooh err!

      LX

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  4. I love people watching and I love sureptitiously looking in peoples windows and trying to make up scenarious about them in their houses! It works very well when I'm out walking my dog in the evening and people dont close their curtains. I'm never sure if its rude or nosy but I love seeing how people live.

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    1. Me too! If you stroll past us at the mo. we are revealed in all our glory due to no curtains! Funny thing is I don’t tend to draw them in the summer, always as soon as it gets dark in the winter. Cold, obviously although there is in the winter, the feeling of being watched which I don’t get in the summer! Funny folk these humans?

      LX

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  5. It seems that the whole world is full of voyeurs. Though not all in a bad way thankfully!

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    1. It makes you wonder though Heron... what is a bad way? I did hesitate to write this post because I think it says as much about me as them!?!

      LX

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    2. A bad way of voyeurism is when it is done sexual kicks and spying on people to gain knowledge to which they are not entitled to know.

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  6. I came over from John Gray's blog after reading a comment you made. How fun to people watch and then create stories for them. I live where there is a steady stream of people walking past my house on the way to the Bay two blocks away, so I have lots of people I can observe.

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    1. It is not only interesting watching people but reading about their lives in blogland. Thank you for looking me up from the wonderful John’s blog and taking the time to comment.

      LX

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