tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post4104867898035543249..comments2024-03-28T19:26:56.175+00:00Comments on Yorkshire Pudding: HitchhikingYorkshire Puddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-33188830167697633482015-05-26T12:56:59.165+01:002015-05-26T12:56:59.165+01:00To me those many lifts underlined how kind most pe...To me those many lifts underlined how kind most people are (or were?) Thanks for dropping by again Craig.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-49998747046666458732015-05-24T02:37:41.748+01:002015-05-24T02:37:41.748+01:00You have brought back some memories of my youth wi...You have brought back some memories of my youth with your post, I have hitch extensively around much of Australia as well as all around Ireland, the UK and Europe, one ride I remember was being given a lufe by a nun out of Killarney in Ireland on St. Stephens day, nice lady, also you do get a few lifts drivers who are bit suspect and the relief you get when you finally are able to get out. By far the majority of lifts were with some great people.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06030309341276841040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-29823599956593794542015-05-23T20:51:32.627+01:002015-05-23T20:51:32.627+01:00As parents there is no right or wrong. We do what ...As parents there is no right or wrong. We do what we think is best and I am sure that you and The Big Bear did it all with love. That's what matters Mama Thyme.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-74548569642986482422015-05-23T17:58:35.647+01:002015-05-23T17:58:35.647+01:00I think you were very lucky indeed, Mr. Pudding, t...I think you were very lucky indeed, Mr. Pudding, to have never had any bad experiences along the miles of road that you road with strangers. <br /><br />I have just finished reading a study that suggests that we should not, as parents, teach our children never to speak to strangers or engage with them in any way. The study shows that doing so avoids teaching children how to spot good or bad people or how to develop the sense or acquire the ability to judge character.<br /><br />Ahhhhh. Another thing I did wrong as a parent, I guess.Peace Thymehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17361079101751470855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-13374612415659730652015-05-23T10:20:47.134+01:002015-05-23T10:20:47.134+01:00If I saw you and Tony sweating by the roadside in ...If I saw you and Tony sweating by the roadside in The Peak District with big rucksacks on your backs and little Aussie flags sewn upon them, I would gladly pick you up.... or are you weirdos? Mmmm....maybe it would be safer not to risk it.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-68515301759325448392015-05-23T10:16:30.678+01:002015-05-23T10:16:30.678+01:00I would happily give you a ride Ms Soup.I would happily give you a ride Ms Soup.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-10412328902791698122015-05-23T08:14:50.137+01:002015-05-23T08:14:50.137+01:00You rarely see hitchhikers here these days. Many y...You rarely see hitchhikers here these days. Many years ago we had a serial killer murdering hitch-hikers in NSW and it put people off a bit !! Then there was the fellow who murdered that English traveler in the Northern Territory . Luckily his girlfriend escaped but they never found his body. Too many weirdos out there these days to take the risk.Helsiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04801049953035653441noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-45723640472277778732015-05-23T05:24:23.069+01:002015-05-23T05:24:23.069+01:00Ah, that photo! Where is it Mr Pudding? I'll...Ah, that photo! Where is it Mr Pudding? I'll avoid that place.<br />As for hitch-hiking I've only hitched a ride once and I've given rides to hitch-hikers, but only when in the company of friends and when I was young and silly.<br /><br />Now that I'm old and still silly, I would have no chance of being given a ride and there is no way I would pick up a hitch-hiker.<br /><br />Ms Soupalphabet souphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11744905399607433764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-25136457414662019742015-05-23T01:42:03.722+01:002015-05-23T01:42:03.722+01:00Couldn't connect to the net? Are you a fish or...Couldn't connect to the net? Are you a fish or a fisherwoman Lee?Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-28751642340566961942015-05-23T01:17:40.188+01:002015-05-23T01:17:40.188+01:00It's such a shame that the world has come to b...It's such a shame that the world has come to be the place that it is today. Back in the Sixties my girlfriends and I hitched rides a few times...to the coast and at the coast...even at night going from where we were staying to attend record hops at another beach a couple or few miles/kms away...without a problem. There is no way I would do so today (and not just because of my age nowadays); and there is no way I'd pick up a stranger and give him/her a lift. <br /><br />It's sad that our world has come to this...but we only have humans to blame. They're the ones who caused it to be this way.<br /><br />(I'm catching up on a lot that has been happening between last Wednesday morning...and Friday afternoon...during that period I was unable to connect to the Net...and I can assure you it was very frustrating!) lolLeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15835982875620956300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-76405699666559703472015-05-22T22:05:09.013+01:002015-05-22T22:05:09.013+01:00So... hitch hiking is less common in Canada too th...So... hitch hiking is less common in Canada too these days? Nothing stays the same.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-79410423913301556732015-05-22T18:28:40.056+01:002015-05-22T18:28:40.056+01:00I was a hitch hiker but not nearly as experienced ...I was a hitch hiker but not nearly as experienced as you. Like you I had all those interesting encounters. I wish it was still the same today.Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17996243850279671523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-7449134968204647392015-05-22T17:19:10.511+01:002015-05-22T17:19:10.511+01:00You gotta live life! Stand at the side of the main...You gotta live life! Stand at the side of the main road with all your animals and I am sure you'll get a lift down to Rhyl in a jiffy... A Datsun Jiffy.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-18500488067718357232015-05-22T15:48:59.661+01:002015-05-22T15:48:59.661+01:00I dontthink ive ever done it!ever!
I think i am fu...I dontthink ive ever done it!ever!<br />I think i am full of those urban myth stories you used to hear as a kid....the one about the female hitchhiker with hairy hands and an axe in the bootJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-37724410713354738712015-05-22T13:07:27.218+01:002015-05-22T13:07:27.218+01:00Regarding Paddy, he had his bloody hand behind his...Regarding Paddy, he had his bloody hand behind his back when we pulled up and when he climbed in the car it was too late to tell him to get lost.<br />CALLING THE MEIKE MUM! CALLING MEIKE MUM! NAUGHTY DAUGHTER ALERT! NO MORE WURST OR SAUERKRAUT FOR HER!Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-85171123782592808382015-05-22T13:06:01.793+01:002015-05-22T13:06:01.793+01:00You never saw moments like that on "Ski Sunda...You never saw moments like that on "Ski Sunday"!Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-78901093053338521872015-05-22T13:01:04.812+01:002015-05-22T13:01:04.812+01:00What a sheltered life you have lived Graham! I won...What a sheltered life you have lived Graham! I wonder if the noughts won or the crosses.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-23128730349605732402015-05-22T12:05:39.444+01:002015-05-22T12:05:39.444+01:00Gosh! How come you didn't spot the bloody, toi...Gosh! How come you didn't spot the bloody, toilet-paper wrapped hand and the drunkenness (in posture or grin or whatever) before you let "Paddy" in?<br /><br />The first and last hitchhiking experience I've ever had goes as follows:<br />My sister and our two best friends (also sisters) had been out clubbing in Stuttgart and were tired enough to go home early one Sunday morning. This was decades before trains were running between our town and Stuttgart all night, so we choose to hitchhike, thinking that we'd be safe - there were four of us, after all, enough to fight off any potential rapist (we never thought of weapons).<br />So there we are in the middle of the dark and relatively quiet city, holding out our thumbs along the road we knew leading towards our home town. Car stops, two youngish guys in the front. The four of us squeeze in the back. (We were skinny teenagers back then, the youngest of us being 12, two 15-year-olds and one at 16.)<br />Guys ask us where we want to go, we tell them Ludwigsburg. As we start the ride, my friend makes a cheeky remark about the rather unclean state of the car. Guys chuckle and say: "It's not our car, so we don't clean it." - "What do you mean, not your car, whose is it then?" Guys say: "It's our office's car." - "Erm... what office...?" Guys chuckle some more and finally let out they are plain clothes police officers and the car is really a police car in disguise. What follows is a stern lecture about the dangers of hitchhiking and our promise to never-ever do it again if they just won't tell our parents. Both parties have kept their promise... (and the guys never found out that one of us was only 12 - that may have changed their mind about not telling our parents).<br />Now I sincerely hope my Mum won't go and have a look at your blog, Neil!Librarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05704656564078750607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-30571903841284052842015-05-22T12:03:47.520+01:002015-05-22T12:03:47.520+01:00I've never hitched. In my tender youth (i.e. n...I've never hitched. In my tender youth (i.e. nearly half a century ago) I gave a couple of students a lift and discovered the one in the back had played noughts and crosses with a knife in the back of the car seat. That was the first and last time I picked up a hitchhiker in the UK.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-10304917252150549482015-05-22T11:41:32.105+01:002015-05-22T11:41:32.105+01:00It brings back many happy days. I once hitched fro...It brings back many happy days. I once hitched from Derbyshire to the Cairngorms with a pair of skis. I made it in twenty hours and two of those were spent digging my skis out of the back of a lorry full of gravel. The driver thought it was hilarious or f...ing braming as I remember him expressing it.ADRIANhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07113961163396562781noreply@blogger.com