Have you tried searching her name on Facebook?

Thanks Sophie, I didn't think of that!

This brings me to another small dilemma; the only reason that I registered with Facebook is that someone alerted me to some photographs of a production I was in and provided a link to them, but I found that I couldn't view them UNLESS I registered first. I must confess that I'm not particularly interested in Facebook and that, even if I were, I can't for the life of me remember how to get back into it! Once I'd looked at the pictures, I merely signed off and never went back to it. I didn't even bother to 'bookmark' it for future reference.

As most people know, because I've never made a secret of it, I'm a complete Luddite with all of this computer technology. I really don't fancy trawling back through a year's worth of E-mails to try to find that link, so can some kind soul help me out here?

Oh, and to all those people who have apparently added me as a 'friend' on Facebook, I'm really not such a rude so-and-so . . . it's just that I don't know what I'm supposed to do!

Many years ago I was at least clever enough to fly an aeroplane (probably badly, but I never bent one and I'm still alive), but these blasted computers have largely got me foxed and I don't think I'll EVER be able to do anything but the most basic of things with them. Oh, how I miss the 20th Century! 

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It's as simple as www.facebook.com Tim.
As a fellow pilot, I can assure you that computers can be more frustrating, but when computers crash, the results are less painful.

Actually, I've saved you the trouble. I found 2 with that name. Click on these links to see if either fits.

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?sid=2300852d3efd329cf582cd34c0ec2b71&id=1585840819&hiq=agnese,di,girolamo&ref=search

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?sid=2300852d3efd329cf582cd34c0ec2b71&id=1520518395&hiq=agnese,di,girolamo&ref=search

Cheers mate.

www.meltheco.org.au

Cheers to you too, Jeff, and thanks very much for helping out an old (but sentimental) fool!

I shall now try the links, but I must admit I'm a bit nervous. Oh well, here we go . . .

'Any good landing is one you can walk away from'

                                                              Pilot Officer Prune.

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Well, the small photograph looks very much like her (still beautiful too - perhaps even more so!) and I'm surprised she still has her maiden name. It took me a while to figure out how, but I've left a message, and we shall see what (if) anything comes back. Exciting, eh? Well . . . for me anyway!

Thanks again Jeff

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This is the best soap opera in the world at present. Will Tim be reunited with an old flame? How have the years changed them both? What will happen next???!!!!
It's less than 12 hours since your last post but I'm dying to know what happens Tim.
Keep posting!!!!!
(I'm such a sucker for romance)

 Well Muzz, I've just spent the last seven and a half hours in a marathon chat with Agnese, and I have to confess that the romance is anything but dead! It's a long story, but I may be renewing my passport.

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Don't leave us all in suspenders now. Long may the story be, but I for one won't sleep until I hear it

Ssstinger>>>

Congrats Tim and I wish you all the best.

Is that all there is? Well if that's all there is my friend, then let's keep dancing.
www.tonymoore.id.au

This is so cool.

I feel a play, book, film or mini-series coming on...

Fingers crossed.

Lee Sheppard

What a great plot indeed.

Is that all there is? Well if that's all there is my friend, then let's keep dancing.
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Sorry everyone, I really had to go and get some sleep! Yes, this is all so unexpected and such a significant development in my life. Agnese was like a brilliant, joyful shaft of sunshine that lifted me above the gloom of a very depressing period for me in London. But our time together was always so short - a week here, a fortnight there, whenever she was back in London for a conference or a training course. My heart would sing like a nightingale whenever I knew she was coming back.

In the meantime I was living a pretty miserable existence, washing dishes and working as a barman, while trying to supplement my petty income by painting portraits in a horrible little bedsit in the East End. We kept up a back and forth correspondence by letter and telephone for two years, but I knew it was a forlorn hope that there could ever be much of a future for us.

After two years I managed to get out of England by the skin of my teeth and came home to Perth and more financial difficulty. I had a half-baked idea that I could get back on my feet here and perhaps then get to Italy, but Australia was also deep in recession at that time and I found myself washing dishes again! Our correspondence continued, but I didn't think it was fair to keep her hopes up for any kind of future and began trying to tell her to move on with her life. Then one day she said she'd met someone else, so I said that it was for the best and wished her all the happiness she deserved because I was in no position to give it to her. It hurt, of course, but life is like that - as most of us know.

Now, with this sudden, unexpected turn of events, I've learned that she married this other man in 1994, but she never really loved him and it has been all over for some time. Throughout all of these years she's remained in love with me and held onto a slim hope that somehow she could find me and that we can be together again. And, well . . . she did find me!

I really didn't think things would turn out like this. I thought we were going to have a nice little chat as old friends, that there was too much water under the bridge for us to now be anything but simply friends. But when she told me her story and spoke of love, powerful feelings re-ignited in me and I suddenly found myself saying "just tell me you want me and I'll sell everything I own so I can fly to Napoli and be with you". The reply came back with an emphatic "Yes, I still want you!"

I told her I have no money, no job and that my health is not so good any more and that I'm really not such a good prospect. It makes no difference to her. She says she doesn't need material things - she has a nice house, a nice car and no money problems, but what she doesn't have is love . . . MY love. The only person in the world who can give her what she needs is me.

My head is spinning! I now have some serious thinking and, very possibly, some serious planning to do if I'm going to go through with this crazy scheme. At my age!

Life, eh? You just never know what it's going to present you with next. I'm so very, very happy right at this moment. Thank you both, Sophie and Jeff, for your helpful suggestions.

I can still hardly believe it though! 

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we of course all want to see the play when it opens...

Congrats & good luck!

I was going to comment when you first posted the thread, but wasn't quite sure how appropriate it would be (nothing nasty, just a word of encouragement). I think this is an incredibly sweet and lovely story - almost Hollywood romance!

I hope it turns out well Tim!

Puppets and patterns at
Puppets in Melbourne

Oh Tim to read all this just brings joy to heart.. Love the most powerful of all emotions hits us when we least expect sometimes.. I send positive thoughts your way, and hope that this time love will prevail....

Tim: You have my deepest congratulations and best wishes. Such an amazing story. I'm an old sook really and I love a happy ending. Go to Italy (get your passport first of course) and tell us all how you go.

Is that all there is? Well if that's all there is my friend, then let's keep dancing.
www.tonymoore.id.au

How romantic! I am WILD to find out how it all turns out....

Plan for Tim:
1) get a passport
2) get on a plane ASAP
3) you don't have to commit to anything but a nice holiday in Italy.... (flight centre do cheap deals)

4) with luck and if the "holiday" works out you may yet hear the nightingale again...and one day one of us will write the play and see it.

Go for it...you have nothing to lose but a bit of time and the plane fare.

Note my tag line below

"Life is too short to stuff a mushroom"

Mr Tim,

As Mr Nike would say, 'Just do it!'

Thank you everyone! I thought you'd all roll your eyes, say "how boring!" and move on. All your lovely wishes of support mean so much to me.

I guess the whole world just loves a nice romance story!

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So, you know which way to the airport?

www.meltheco.org.au

Looks like Garreth and I should be buying You a drink!

Dive in, Tim. Life's too short.

freddie
the rocking jedi badger (temporarily gone to the dark side)

"The course of true love never did run smooth!"
~W.S.

...Well someone had to say it!

p.s. Just a thought, if you're struggling for money perhaps a theatrical fundrasier of sorts could be devised? Get a lend of a theatre, number of theatre groups perform scenes or sonnets? Sure, it aint going towards curing cancer but surely it's something this entire community can be involved in? My inner cynic wants to cry out "you're being had you silly boy" but still, if I am, at least it shows that perhaps my heart aint as frosty as I thought...

Excuse me... I think i'm going to be sick. Good luck to you Tim

It must have been the mental image of me in suspenders (and garter belt) that prompt-ed it

Seriously though, let me know if I can do anything.

(I believe that goes for all of us at Phoenix Theatre)

Ssstinger>>>

I believe Mr Prosser has been felled by the mighty axe of love. Quite an amazing story my friend and one that I think has brightened up the winter for those of us who know you and care about you. Yes, it's even made cynical me go "Ahhhhhhhhh, ain't love grand". We wait for the continuuing instalments of this story.
How in the heck did she find her way to the site? What prompted her to do so? We need more backstory.

She may have been looking for him. If you enter "Tim Prosser" into Google, Theatre.asn comes up on the second page. Come on Tim, how did she come across your post? I can see you are now almost permanently on FB - chatting no doubt

www.meltheco.org.au

I have deliberately avoided contributing to this thread because as some of you may be aware Tim and I share a house and I felt that anything said by me due to my "insider" aspect of the relationship would be inappropriate.

However, I will say this much. Thank you each and every one for supporting Tim throughout this, your camaraderie and "community" spirit has astounded us both. You have all truly touched Tim's heart. He cannot get over the pure friendship shown by your comments on and off this page.

Oh, and one last thing. if anyone has any spare valium - I could do with it..... the bloke is as excited as a puppy with two tails!

Tim, I love your love story. I'm definately up for a fundraiser night to send you on your way to Italy. GO FOR IT.
shaztom

Thanks Sharon,

My return email to you should, at least partly, explain why I'm quietly attempting to let all this fuss die down a bit. I'm very touched indeed at all the nice wishes from everybody, and especially all the offers of assistance to get cash together for air fares, so, again, thanks everyone.

I'm afraid the situation is not quite as clear-cut as it at first appeared...there are innocent parties to be considered in all of this, and there is a major dispute with the design and manufacturing firm for which Agnese has been a company director until recently...and which will inevitably be contested in a drawn-out court case. We will come together somehow and soon, but not until these hurdles have been cleared. For now, she cannot go anywhere and I cannot go there, for my presence would only complicate matters further.

But we're working on a solution...and rest assured, you'll all get to meet Agnese in the, hopefully not too distant, future. She loves theatre, so that's a good omen, I think!

Cheers all,

Tim.

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At least you found her again Tim, and at the very least you know she is still around, and still thinks a lot of you.

After all is said and done, she is worth the wait.

Cheers

Robert

Dall'Italia con amore