Hello.

Been reading Bear Grylls's book, Mud, Sweat and Tears - quite a good read, actually - and he hasn't eaten anything totally disgusting yet, in case you're wondering: so far it's mostly descriptions of gruelling SAS training and stuff.
But as I was reading along about Bear's education and early life, one thing jumped out at me. Bear Grylls went to Eton College!
WAITAMINUTE... Benedict Cumberbatch went to Eton College! Hugh Laurie, Tom Hiddleston, Prince William... going fictional here... Captain Hook, Bertie Wooster, Psmith, Poirot's friend Hastings, James Bond! All Old Etonians!

Who wants to come camp in Windsor with me?

What with excellent browsing and sluicing and cheery conversation and what-not the afternoon passed quite happily.

This afternoon (at about 2.45), after much arguement about the venue, myself and the family sat down for a late lunch at a slightly overdecorated restaurant. Whilst waiting for the food someone - I think it was J - began a conversation about attractive Disney characters. Dad and Jel chipped in (I think Ariel got the most votes in the end - after Jessica Rabbit was disqualified). Mum gazed disapprovingly through her eyebrows throughout the conversation, and when Tay turned to me and her and asked for opinions on Disney guys she put in, 'I don't like this topic of conversation, kids. It doesn't seem right.'
Of course, we kept going. My ideas on the subject have already been recorded for posterity. After a bit, when Tay and I agreed that Prince Philip really is the animated dude of dudes, one of my brothers remarked, "Hey, what about that Tangled guy? Flynn something?"
"Oh. Flynnnnn."
My mum blushed, remembering her previous censorious comment. We all laughed. My family is so much fun. X-)

No, no, it's not Apollo 11. That would be silly.

Feeling cynical and grumpy and unpleasant. Wisdom teeth, why do you want to hurt me? Why?
Can't find my magical Baltic amber bracelet either. Grrrr.
Irritated at the non-making-sense-ness of tonight's episode of Doctor Who. Atmosphere isn't everything, guys. A coherent storyline helps viewers enjoy their evening. Plus, River Song is totally getting on my nerves now. The lack of chemistry is shocking, plus, she's an enormous pain in the neck.
Oh, and that little girl at the end had better be Jenny or somesuch. If she's the Doctor's actual daughter (by which I mean a kid actually sired by him - with any woman; particularly any member of the current crew) I may beginning a new career as an angry letter writer - something I have always suspected myself of a latent talent for. I would giggle myself to tears if she were the Master. Come on, that would be sort of awesome.

Have I mentioned how much I love Rory?


And Rory in nerdy 60s getup?


Squeeeeee!

Future husband, take notes.






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The Clothes Make The Man... More Handsomer...

I haven't done a really self indulgent, inexcusably gratituous post in a while, so...

Skinny boys in suits!

No excuses. I have fun being this lame.

Perhaps it would be a little less lame if I wrote something interesting underneath each picture, but... what? What can I say? It's Andrew Garfield in a suit!

Additional points for nice hair.


Why is it so difficult to find a decent picture of Michael Crawford as a young man, be-suited or otherwise? And yes, I know: Michael Crawford.

Yes, Dick Van Dyke too.


Bonus round: longcoats!
X-)

Cartoonies

Just watched Disney's Robin Hood with Jayden, who can turn even the mildest of children's films into a giggle-fest of innuendo.

Well, um, because I can't think of anything else I'd rather blog about right now, I'm going to go weird-nerdy and list all my favourite cartoon lads:

Roger from 101 Dalmatians

"Melody first, my dear, and then the lyrics. Hmmm?"

I know, I know, this may seem a little obscure, but stick with me here. He's a musician/songwriter from the 50s/60s who is fairly good-looking (despite the schnoz), charming, in an endearingly bumbling fashion, unselfconscious, entertaining, good sense of humour; British accent; strong, family man who stands up for his, um, dogs. Yes, the dogs are a bit of a drawback (all seven million of them) but I think I'd be willing to put up with at least the two they had at the beginning if I were Anita...

Prince Philip from Sleeping Beauty

"Now, father, you're living in the past. This is the 14th century!"

He's just lovely. The first Disney prince to have a personality, or any opportunity for real derring-do. Sings, dances (only briefly though...), takes initiative and defeats the bad guy - using the Sword of Truth and the Shield of Virtue! The only weapons, my dear... As a kid, I always identified with Aurora - blonde, kinda ditzy and vague, loves to sing and walk around barefoot, enjoys a nice nap... and who could ask for more than a Philip?

Robin Hood, from, you guessed it, Robin Hood

"Marian, my darling, I love you more than life itself."

Total sweetie. All the way. Even if he is some kind of anthropomorphic, tunic-wearing fox thing. I'll admit it was an odd decision for Disney to make the classic legend all animal-y, but they still couldn't destroy the pure awesomeness of our favourite outlaw. (Although Kevin Costner did manage that, somewhat later, in a movie I will never ever again watch.) I won't even list his lovely traits.

Derek, from The Swan Princess

"She's like... And then... How about... Am I right?"

His hair, as I have before mentioned, is a total 90s letdown, but his broad-shoulders, knee-high boots, singing voice, and sheer determination (once he realises that he's an idiot) to find and marry his lady-love are surely endearing.

Cornelius, Thumbelina

"Every day I'll take you higher - and I'll never let you fall!"

Well, he may be only sixteen years old and a fairy (with a 'funny name'), but since I have loved this film since my earliest infancy (or at least since 1994, the film's release date, which is further back than I can remember) I have adored Cornelius.

Prince Naveen, The Princess and the Frog

"One minute I'm a prince, charming and handsome, cutting the rug, and the next minute - woah!"



The latest addition to the Disney canon - and very different he is to the rest! Definitely possessed of the most personality - the most flaws, the most growth, definitely. And totally gorgeous. Just watch the movie.

Acushla Machree

You may, some of you, remember me saying that I have never had a crush on anybody. This isn't strictly true. Most of my crushes have been English or of English origins... and fictional. Indeed.

It all began with my childhood obsessions with Peter Pan and Robin Hood. I either flew to Neverland almost every night as a preteen or stalked the forests with a band of Merry Men. Then I moved on to falling in love with less likely heroes - Curdie from The Princess And The Goblin, Rat from The Wind in The Willows, and Sam Gamgee the true hero of The Lord of The Rings. As I grew older I moved on to Jane Austen. *Chuckles* Mr Darcy and Mr Knightley and the rest are all very well... but I simply adore Henry Tilney...
Then it was Sherlock Holmes and The Scarlet Pimpernel. Nowadays I'm rather immersed in P.G. Wodehouse. I have the mildest crush on Bertie - because he is rather a darling - but really I'm head over heels for Jeeves...











Oh, the cleverness of me!

Simply messing about in boats!

Where there is all hole, sir Never can be holes
Why should shoes have soles, sir
When they've got no souls?

I shall love her until the day I die. That's the tragedy.

"There's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo...and it's worth fighting for!"

"Now I must give one smirk, and then we may be rational again."

Well, when a girl thinks you're in love with her and comes to you and says that she's returning her betrothed to store and is prepared to sign up with you instead - what can you do except marry her? You have to be civil.
















I endeavour to give satisfaction, sir.