The structure of your tale deceived me for a moment into thinking that it was over.

Just finished watching, as per usual for my Tuesday evening, QI. The first episode ever, and it wasn't actually very interesting. Just rather crude. I don't think I learned anything new except that the Archbishop of Canterbury is deaf in his left ear. Useful stuff. Got my grandparents to watch the first two episodes of Jeeves and Wooster with me and I think they liked it.
The cat went up to the screen and put her paws on Bertie's face at one point, which was mildly hilarious, considering she's never paid any attention to the TV before. I loooooved watching Grandad and Grandma figuring out what had happened three minutes before darling Wooster did and their chortles when he caught up.


I made soup yesterday and left it on whilst I had a bath and forgot about it. Grandma heard it sizzling (yep, sizzling. Not a good sound for soup) and called me in. Dear reader, it was a brown crust on the floor of the saucepan with a soup bone sitting forlornly like a whale whose pool at Seaworld has been drained by evil terrorists. Buuuuuut, I put water and vegetables and barley in the pot this afternoon and just swallowed down two bowls of the stuff. One of the best soups I've ever concocted... isn't that befuddling? And I couldn't do it again if I tried.


Just been listening to the soundtrack from The Last of the Mohicans (on YouTube) whilst I type this. I hated that movie, hated it so much. Daniel Day Lewis looked like a git. I don't care whether his acting was award-worthy or whatever, Hawkeye is the most annoying male character in film and literature. Just look at him in this picture. I know he's meant to be all 'ooo, gorgeous abs!' but to me it just looks silly. I mean, the two main Indians are not going about in loincloths - they look sensible and sane and respectably clothed - why does the stupid white guy stand there in his underwear? The guy on his left doesn't look like an idiot, despite the loincloth thing (it makes sense for him to wear one, as a Native American it's his culture. And it just doesn't look silly) but that doesn't make Lewis look any less embarrassingly like he's been caught disrobing.

This film is the reason I've never watched Braveheart or Gladiator. Yep, I'm more a fan of the kind of period film in which everyone swans around wearing glorious clothes, dancing til dawn and smouldering at each other through marvellously well-manicured eyebrows. Not films in which the heroes are brutally maimed and the women who did briefly get to swan around in glorious clothes end up being slain horribly. Even though The Last of the Mohicans made me feel like jumping off a cliff myself (only people who have seen it will get the pun) it has an EPIC soundtrack. All those violins! Delicious! Should I post the last scene here? *Chews fingernails* It's not family friendly, I'm afraid, and a terrible plot spoiler for those of you who may someday actually view this ghastly creation... but it has seven minutes of pure soundtrack over the top of the pretty depressing action. *Surfs YouTube indecisively* I know! I won't put the end clip here (although I will give you a link. But that's not the same) - but I won't give you just soundtrack either. Somebody's done a clip with Irish dancing! Yay! This I can watch without imagining a tomahawk in my guts. Even if you don't like Irish dancing (and how could you not?), just listen to the music. Feel the awesomeness just sailing out at you. (Weirdly, it's one of those songs that just sound fantastic in different ways when covered by different people with different interpretations of it... click on all the links, I dare you. But not at the same time! The last one is pure adorableness.)

Well I don't think I'm going too far, Jeeves, when I say that this just about takes the giddy biscuit!

She was as cool as an oyster on the half shell and as chirpy as a spring breeze

Just finished a morning of Sherlock Holmes, Jeeves and Wooster, Billabong books, hot tea, toast, dressing gown, apples, yoghurt, 40s music and WRITING! Yay. It's been nice.

This song makes me wish so much that I could play piano...

"Ten to one," said Wally hastily, "if we had time to look into the matter we'd find you'd whitewashed the fowls as well! These Army Johnnies are so beastly impractical!"

It Really Speaks To Me, That Song...

The cure for horribly cold mornings... now I need some toast and hot chocolate... and maybe a hug?

Madeline Basset... The Lisp...

I Want To Have A Butler/Valet Or To Be One - They Always Get The Best Banter

"...the best laid schemes of mice and men -"

"I don't want poetry, I don't want mice, I want my hat and coat."

"Very good, sir, but I do feel-"

"Now look here young fellow, your eyes have been burning holes in the back of my neck all evening. And if I see you looking at me once again I'm going to get very mad and take you apart 'til I find the little machine that says 'yes, sir, no, sir, very good, sir' and I'm going to break it, see?"

"Yes, sir."

- Smart Girls Grow Up


Algernon: Good heavens! Is marriage so demoralizing as that?

Lane: I believe it is a very pleasant state, sir. I have had very little experience of it myself up to the present. I have only been married once. That was in consequence of a misunderstanding between myself and a young person.

Algernon: I don't know that I am much interested in your family life, Lane.

Lane: No, sir; it is not a very interesting subject. I never think of it myself.

Bertie: The club book?

Jeeves: Under rule eleven, all members are required to provide the
secretary with full information about their employer, sir. This not
only provides entertaining reading, but also provides a warning to
those seeking employment with those gentlemen who fall short of the
ideal.

Bertie: Did you tell them about me?

Jeeves: Oh yes, sir.

Bertie: What, everything? The night I came home from Pongo
Twistleton's birthday party and mistook the standing lamp for a
burglar?

Jeeves: That episode is a particular favorite with members, sir. They
like to have these things to read on wet afternoons.

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.

Fairtrade Chocolate

Jeeves & Wooster

P2 Driver's licence

Oranges

Tea

Dressing Gown
(although mine isn't nearly as cool as that)

Second-hand poetry books

Today was a good day.

I explained this to Jeeves and he said the same thing had bothered Hamlet

“He was white and shaken, like a dry martini.”

Hello beloveds,

This is quite possibly the last blog I post from my family home. It's 6am and I can't sleep. Stupid phone alarm. Went to bed at 12, midnight, so I can expect an interesting time at work today...my poor stupid brain appears to be saying to itself 'you're young, you're strong, you can take it. Look, you're not tired now'!

So perplexed. Haven't been thinking about moving much. I mean, I think about the logistics of it every day, but the not-living-with-my-family-whom-I-love-and-adore part... well, I just haven't been letting myself wander down those paths. Now suddenly I feel frightened and sad - what if I end up isolated; stranded alone in my room, becoming some sort of hermit, lonely and miserable..? What if my awesome family moves on and develops their culture until I'm totally foreign to all the jokes and lovingness? Argh! Be praying, dear ones, be praying that my sanity won't crack uder such a load as this.

Super hyper excited about the possibility of perhaps doing 'The Importance Of Being Earnest'. I adore Oscar Wilde's wit and awesomeness.

Oh, and here's some more Jeeves & Wooster happiness. I'd love to see Hugh Laurie dancing like that in House...




"Wilfred Allsop was sitting up, his face pale, his eyes glassy, his hair disordered. He looked like the poet Shelley after a big night out with Lord Byron..."

You Will Be Our Favourite Nut

Just a quick little post here to share with you a little sparkling piece of happiness. A shame that the synchronisation is a bit out.




I now feel a bit guilty about leaving Stephen Fry off my list of people with mesmerising voices. I thought at the time that perhaps my Jeeves and Wooster obsessiveness might be getting on people's nerves (my family aren't yet shuddering when I pull out a Wodehouse paperback and start reading aloud, but I fear the day may come) and so left him out. I will now endeavour to make it up by saying that his Cheshire cat trumped five hundred times over anybody else's, including Whoopi Goldberg's. In fact he was quite the best part of a rather mediocre adaptation of Alice In Wonderland. I can't find a satisfactory clip to show you the awesomeness of him in the role of Jeeves, so you'll just have to chase me down sometime and borrow the DVDs...