How did I not know this existed?
God obviously tried really hard to get me to watch Comic Relief last year. When your nonsensical comedic taste and Wuthering Heights collide.
God bless Julian Barrat’s Yorkshire-ness. Pahaha.
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How did I not know this existed?
God obviously tried really hard to get me to watch Comic Relief last year. When your nonsensical comedic taste and Wuthering Heights collide.
God bless Julian Barrat’s Yorkshire-ness. Pahaha.
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IF you wake at midnight, and hear a horse’s feet, Don’t go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street, Them that ask no questions isn’t told a lie. Watch the wall my darling while the Gentlemen go by. Five and twenty ponies, Trotting through the dark - Brandy for the Parson, ‘Baccy for the Clerk. Laces for a lady; letters for a spy, Watch the wall my darling while the Gentlemen go by! Running round the woodlump if you chance to find Little barrels, roped and tarred, all full of brandy-wine, Don’t you shout to come and look, nor use ‘em for your play. Put the brishwood back again - and they’ll be gone next day ! If you see the stable-door setting open wide; If you see a tired horse lying down inside; If your mother mends a coat cut about and tore; If the lining’s wet and warm - don’t you ask no more ! If you meet King George’s men, dressed in blue and red, You be careful what you say, and mindful what is said. If they call you ” pretty maid,” and chuck you ‘neath the chin, Don’t you tell where no one is, nor yet where no one’s been ! Knocks and footsteps round the house - whistles after dark - You’ve no call for running out till the house-dogs bark. Trusty’s here, and Pincher’s here, and see how dumb they lie They don’t fret to follow when the Gentlemen go by ! ‘If You do as you’ve been told, ‘likely there’s a chance, You’ll be give a dainty doll, all the way from France, With a cap of Valenciennes, and a velvet hood - A present from the Gentlemen, along ‘o being good ! Five and twenty ponies, Trotting through the dark - Brandy for the Parson, ‘Baccy for the Clerk. Them that asks no questions isn’t told a lie - Watch the wall my darling while the Gentlemen go by ! I loved this poem when I was younger, my nan had it on the wall on a coffee’d up and tattered old piece of paper my Aunty had made when she was younger, hanging in the conservatory of her house down on Dartmoor. The rhythm, mystery and pirates? What more did a seven year old girl need to keep her entertained? Haha, my love of all things Gothic/Dark Romantic definitely stems from my Nan.
Five an Twenty Ponies
Greatest thing to happen to kids TV. :D.
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So, spent £156 today in Vision Express to get my eyes ship-shape for examingtons and months of riffling through Henry VIII’s state papers for the disserta-siiiiii-on to find out this little guy has chosen the same frames as me.
Awks.
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Awwwww yeah.
Good couple of months ahead. Once I’ve banished the great ogre that is those 5 pesky exams (3 of which are related to Henners V…I…I…I and ones the Wars of the Roses and I can talk my ass of about knights…silver lining) illustrated & written my version of the Terrible Tudors for Public Heritage & History and presented my research I’ve got a damn fine summer ahead. Being reunited with my Granty (there willl be blood pizza, ice cream, snuggles and a trip to Thorpe Park. YES.) and more importantly my 14 year old self. COS WE’RE GOING TO SEE B.L.I.N.K 1.8.2.
I know they suck live, believe me I’ve seen enough bands that are BETTER live to know these guys aren’t great. but the difference? The great live bands weren’t ripped out of Kerrang magazine and plastered to my bitchy-teen-black-hair-wannabe-punk-but-really-in-the-top-set-for-everything’s walls. So after…8 YEARS of waiting I’m finally seeing them live, with the two girls who were my best friends in high school.
Memory lane time! That’s the odd thing about Summer, it always brings back memories.
I love this man with all my heart. That is all.
Nah not really I have more…
Love is odd, when you are young you have all your silly aspirations as a girl. My dream guy was a Heathcliffian-R.Pattz.
Then when I was 15 years old on the walk home from 5th Form with my dear friend back then Natzie (who is an undergrad still with me at UEA - small world eh?) and I bumped into those cool alt. kids from the year above & a guy in black skinnies and fringe bounded over to me so fast he almost head-butted me. Love at first sight, or just dye-bottle-black on dye-bottle-black? The rest was history.
For the rest of that Summer he walked me home every night, and we were never apart for more than a few days. Now we live 150 miles apart whilst we study and have been in love for half a decade.
We’ve had our ups-and-downs, we’ve had attention seeking ex girlfriends, break-ups and make-ups, I infact made what I now know was the BIGGEST mistake of my life in leaving him last Summer but honestly, the happiness we both have in being re-united again counterbalances all that balooney! It’s odd, it’s like we never left eachother. That’s what it’s like with us, natural, constant, unchanging. No matter what I will always love him ‘…like the eternal rocks beneath.’ Emily Bronte really new a thing or two about the constancy of unconditional love when she wrote Wuthering Heights, whether you like Heathcliff/Cathy or not.
I guess the moral of the story is when you are young you long for that exciting moment when you find Heathcliff/Rhett Butler/Prince Eric/Edward (Rochester or Cullen) don’t let what everyone else tells you is love sway you, don’t let anyone tell you you are to young to have found the one or he isn’t good enough for you (because if it’s a guy, they probably have alterior motives anyway!) There isn’t anyone on Earth that knows me as well or is as uneffortlessly Romantic.
Follow your heart, never your head.
‘There’s no use in grumbling when raindrops come tumbling
Remember you’re the one
You can feel the world with sunshine’- Snow White 1939
And all was right with the world.
Via Reddit.
What am I reading?
Ivannhoe, Sir Walter Scott (1820)
Who doesn’t love knights? I know I certainly do, not in a girly-damsel-in-distress-way but in a I would LOVE to ride full pelt in armour on a horse. When reading the text you can certainly see why the medieval revival of the period; from the renewed study of King Arthur to the paintings of Rosetti et al are credited to Scott. Medieval warfare & martiality takes us back to a time whence men were men, taking us to a world where bravery & magic are tangible, everyday fare. Perhaps our fascination with the image of the knight is that the modern world is so much different to that world whence manliness & class were measured in skill with the sword.
To be honest, the book itself intimidated me a little, being centred around the era of King Richard the Lionheart (C12th). I expected wildly difficult prose harking back to myddle englysh poetrie for some reason unknown. But I have found it as easy, if not easier to read than my stock collections of Austen, the images are as vivid (though I have always had a wild imagination.)
Yum, gotta love that old-school American 40s/50s mysogyny. The only way it could be made somewhat fathomable was if he was chosing a classic, sadly I don’t have that much faith in the world!
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