Disney Princes

Somewhat inspired by 'imSarahSnitch' on youtube (http://www.youtube.com/user/imsarahsnitch) I thought I'd have a look at the Disney princes who were prevalent in my childhood movie-watching years.
Also my brother just told me to come see something "funny" and then killed the same guy twice with a headshot on Halo... I felt a reasonable dose of Disney might send me to sleep a little easier.

So, the films I lived off (quite literally judging by home movies of me as a kid - I got a Pocahontas cake for my 4th birthday ^^ love it) were, vaguely in order of favouritism:
Beauty and the Beast
Pocahontas
The Lion King
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Cinderella
Sleeping Beauty
Aladdin
The Little Mermaid
Hercules
Snow White
Peter Pan
The Fox and the Hound

There was also Pinnochio, Bambi and Dumbo, but they don't really have Princes in.


So, shall we start with the ones I don't like?
I find the traditional 'Prince Charming' types...well, boring. Just blah. I mean they all look the same for a start...
They just dyed his hair :/

And as for the Little Mermaid's Prince Eric and Aladdin... I think it's partly their attitudes that annoy me. And that fwooshy glossy hair.


I mean it even ruins Eric Bana for me :/
As Captain Nero, he's pretty hot (you know, in a evil-psycho kind of way). But with fwooshy glossy locks... I'd run away faster than Enterprise in warp drive o_O
Just personal preference, please don't eat my face ^^;

And then there's Peter Pan.... *Sigh* I adore this story and the whole idea of never having to grow up. But the Disney version of the character.... I could strangle him sometimes. His face annoys me.



Ok, now I've got that off my chest I'll work in reverse order with what we have left.

Tod (Fox): Ok, so not really a Prince, and not really human.... but who couldn't love that mischievous fox who just wanted to be friends with the hound next door and doesn't understand why it's "wrong"?


Hercules: I like Hercules; moreso at the start when he's a slightly pathetic skinny mess who gets everything wrong. Of course when he becomes all body-building demi-god I'm certainly one of the last people to complain. However I feel he sells out a little bit when he buys into the fame - with all the merchandise and stuff. But his choice to stay with Meg in the end totally wins me over again. Gingers rock ^^

Quasimodo: (The 3rd ginger in a row >.< I love them) I just want to hug him D': I adore Quasimodo (and not just cos he's voiced by Tom Hulce who played Mozart in Amadeus <3). He's just so... understanding I suppose. Even when he doesn't get the girl he still (eventually) ends up putting other people first. And anyone who can rip chains off Notre Dame like that is epic. End of.

Simba: Again technically a lion, but I loved this guy for yeeeaaaaars. It was the first film I went to see at the cinemas. I think I like the way (fair enough after a lot of persuasion) he takes responsibility for what happened and goes back and sorts everything out.
Although I later found out it's a Disney-fied version of Hamlet. And Hamlet was the original emo O_o

So that's slightly put me off Simba :(
However I will always love his singing voice *drool*

Pocahontas: For all that I adore this film, and considering how much it shaped many of my opinions (nature freak ^^), I CAN'T STAND John Smith. Can't stand him AT ALL. Don't ask me why. I think it might be his voice. Or maybe that fwooshy glossy hair again D:

Urgh ¬¬

And finally
Beauty and the Beast: Considering that I have more or less worshiped the ground that Belle walks on since I was nearly 2, this is my all-time favourite Disney movie.
The Beast... well when I was really little I would scream and cry when he first appeared, and wouldn't stop until my mum turned the movie off. Took a while for her to convince me he was really quite nice underneath all the shouting and the pointy teeth.
For all his faults I do love the Beast. I think because he does try to change, and even in the end when he's being all mopey he still fights for Belle. And besides all that, he's kinda hot as a human... :$

You know, in a statuesque, French sort of way.


SO to sum up, I can't stand nice, proper young gentlemen with fwooshy or neat hair who will be kind to me, sing to me, and rescue me from dragons/wicked step-mothers. Instead I prefer cheeky gingers who aren't perfect (and/or shout at people) and often get in trouble, but evidently reform themselves for love.

And I wonder why I can't find anyone ^^;

Thanks for reading, feel free to tell me what you think of Disney Princes.

The Boat That Guy Built - Quotes

Because I don't have many better things to do ;) Just a collection of quotes that I liked, most of them funny, some just colloquialisms that made me smile, others neither but they made me laugh.

M is Mave, G is Guy. Obviously.


EPISODE 1

M: “We’re gonna have a bookcase. And this bookcase will hold the key to everything.”
G: -laughing- “D’yuh think?”
M: “It will be the oracle, like the oracle of everything narrowboat.”
G: -over him- “Oh no Mavis, don’t get deep Mavis, don’t get deep.”

“It’s the ‘measure twice, cut once’ job.” – Guy steering the boat into the lift.

On the boat lift
M: “It’s the epitome of British engineering, innit?
G: “That’s you getting deep again Mavis”
M: “I’m a bit overcome by it all again.”
G: “It is impressive.”

On smelting iron ore.
G: “Sounds easy, dunnit? I thought yeeeah, can’t be rocket science, can it? But apparently it is. Apparently it’s brain surgery. And would you put brain surgery above rocket science? Wouldja? Wouldja??”

On seeing the finished furnace.
G: “Chief I’m impressed. I’m in awe.”
“M: In ore? How very fitting.”
G: -squeals in agreement-

After casting their iron pot.
G: “We’ve earned ourselves a brew I reckon.”
M: “Gasping.”

Receiving their handmade mugs
M: “Is that a reflection of me??”
G: “What do you reckon?”
M: “Small and broken?”
-both laugh-
M: “Hang on why is yours bigger than mine??”
G: “Well, I thought Mave was a bit… small and stumpy.”

Trying the blended tea.
G: “Are we clinking before or after do you think?”
M: “I reckon clink before cos it might be the last clink we ever 'ave.”
-both laugh-

M: “Tell you what chief, it’s all come together.”
G: -squeaks in agreement with a mouthful of tea-
M: “The pot, the tea, the cups - ”
G: “The cup-maker especially I think.”
M: “Me and thee (-they clink mugs-), on a boat, in a canal, celebrating what’s the finest and best of British."
G: “Without a doubt.
M: "Cheers."
G: "Good work young man.”


EPISODE 2

In the rain
G: “She’s a bit moist boss, a bit moist. We’re not made of sugar though.”

G: “Believe this, or believe it not. In the industrial revolution, Birmingham had 174 miles of canals.”
M: “Yeah I can believe it and I’ll tell you what - ”
G: “More than Venice boy! More than Venice…”
M: “I can believe it, and I reckon we’ve hit every corner on the way round!”
G: “Haha. You’re not wrong.”

Mave on Guy: “He’s filthy. He dunt wash. Jumps in the bath there’d be an oil slick.”

After the shed explodes (demonstrating the exploding water heater)
G: -high-pitched- “Weeell….”
M: “That’d’ve ‘urt.”
G: “That’d’ve upset next door I think.”

“More tea, vicar?”

G: “I won’t even joke. That’s a life time supply of soap.”

G: “John Harrington, that’s who invented the loo, 'e was the man. Saucy godson of the Queen. That’s what they reckon. I mean, I don’t know what that means. I think maybe… 'e was a bit of a boy.”

Mave on the penny-farthing bike (shown in the opening)
M: “Wheeeeeeeeee. I wish me legs were a bit longer.”

“Hell’s teeth.”

When the shower still doesn’t work.
G: “Chief, what would Watt and Bolton do in this situation?”
M: -quietly- “I dunno.”
G: “Eh? James Watt; 'e wouldn’t go tearing around like a bull in a china shop, boy.”
M: “Well we’re not doing are we?”
G: “Cuppa tea, sit and think about it boy.”

“I love you! I love you more than chips!” – Mave to Guy after they get the shower working

After his shower.
G: “Where’s me pants?”


EPISODE 3

G: “A man without a bed - ”
M: “Is a man with no 'ome.”

Measuring the bed
G: “What sort of width are we going for? Are we making it for two people boy, can we get cozy?”
M: “What both of us?
G: “Yeah I think.”
M: “Yeah we’ll make it 4 foot so we can keep each other warm. It’s what the-“
G: “I think so.”
M: “It’s what the SAS do. If it’s good enough for them it’s good enough for us.”

M: “What do you know about making mattresses??”
G: “The thick end of not a lot, boss.”

“But he snores like a Perkins diesel.” – Mave on the fact that Guy goes out like a light.

With the bedsheets wrapped round them like capes.
G: “’I thought that cotton came from sheep.”
M: “I know mate. You do need a thrashing for that one.”

“You’re not worthy to lay on this.” – Mave on seeing the label on the mattress.

Guy sees the bedroom nearly finished.
G: “By ‘eck chief.”
M: “Now then boy, I thought I’d turn your bedroom into a bit of a workshop if you don’t mind.”
G: “Chief, chief, chief…”
M: -over him- “Chief, chief, chief…”
G: “That is a boudoir is it not?”
M: -in a french accent- “Le boudoir… for Monsieur Martin.”

“That is gonna get you out of bed. That is gonna wake ‘em up in Mongolia, chief.” – Mave about the bell alarm clock.

“I can’t believe I’m getting a lecture about being mucky off you!” – Mave after being told off for standing on the mattress.

M: “This mattress has already got a grip of me, and I don’t think I wanna get off it. It’s absolutely fabulous.”

Getting into bed.
G: “Right Mave, are you coming for the duration?
M: “Uh…”
G: “Eh?”
M: “Uh nah I don’t think so. I mean, I like your bed. And I know you’re me mate and everything but, you don’t -”
G: “Go on.”
M: “You don’t wash, and you’re not particularly handsome. I reckon I might go ‘ome.”
G: “What?” –chuckles-

EPISODE 4

M: “We’re getting quite domesticated boy.”
G: “Tell you what chief, we’re getting there aren’t we?”
M: “We’re gonna get laughed at.”
G: “D’you reckon?”
M: “Oh aye.”
G: “Get laughed at...... Whatever, chief.”
M: “Whatever.”

Mave, being badgered by Guy whilst making baked beans.
M: “I’m in the kitchen, you’re interrupting my creative flow.”

G: “Mave what are you doing??”
M: -defensively- “I’m just putting a pinch of salt in.”
G: “’ave you- A PINCH OF SALT?? A PINCH OF SALT????”

When discussing that baked beans were originally sold only in posh grocers.
M: “Probably one of them shops that you go to.”
G: “You what?? I’ve ‘eard of it Mavis. I’ve ‘eard of it. But no more than that. It’s in that, um, village, London village.”
M: “That funny place downtown where everything’s dear?”

When funnelling the beans into the tin.
G: “That noise doesn’t fill me wi' confidence Mave.”
M: “It’s like standing behind the back of a horse, innit.”

Making electricity with the Faraday spinning discs.
G: “Magnet either side, we’ll spin this, we’ll get a bit of electric.”
M: “Electrickery…”
G: “Electrikity. Go on say that again?”
M: “Electrickery.”
G: “Electrickery…”

After using his sleeve as a napkin.
M: “Me mother’d kill me.”
G: -laughs- “She’d be reet.”

EPISODE 5

In the Harecastle Tunnel.
M: “It took 3 years to build this and I reckon one trip through we’ll’ve about demolished it. It’s like being in a dodgem.”

G: “I’m losing me concentration, you’re getting me all of a dither wi’ your bread and cheese.”
M: “I know mate, you’re getting all giddy aren’t ya? Look at that.” – gives him cheese-
G: “Thank you very much young man.”

G: “We’re gonna make Reckless a domestic palace. A domestic palace with flames.”

G: “16-tonne of boat and you can move it yourself, the man mountain that is Mavis!”

Dum Spiro Spero – While I breathe, I hope.

M: “’ere we are ladies and gentlemen, getting attacked by a swan. And I am actually a little bit nervous because I ‘aven’t got any food to bribe its affections with.”

Whilst painting lettering on Reckless.
Meg(Painter): “What’s this stick doing?”
Mave: “I don’t know but I’m ‘anging onto it for security.”

About interior designer William Morris.
G: “Do we know 'im well enough? We know 'im well enough don’t we? We can call 'im Bill can’t we?”

After reading Morris’ poetry
G: “Ooh I could get quite emotional. Eh. Maybe that’s me new – Maybe - maybe we’ve found summat. D’you think we ‘ave? Guy Martin – poet….... Nah.”

When told off by Meg for having a dirty mug.
G: “It’s not for looking at chief, it’s for drinking tea.”

On his painting.
G: “I’m thinking, when I’ve got someone’s backside there as the clouds, and that’s a bit wonky… It’s not looking good is it?”


EPISODE 6

Mave poses on top of the boat while it’s travelling through ice
“I feel like an explorer!”

G: "Gonna have a bit of a party. Few shandies, bit of a shindig. But, we need a bit of food don’t we. When I left school, I always fancied meself as a bit of a chef. Mustard at making carrot cakes I was, mustard.”

ChefMan: “She [Queen Victoria] had a curry every Friday night.”
M: “D’you think she’d be a Jalfrezi or - Every Friday night??”
CM: “Every Friday apparently, she had a - ”
G: “Good lass! Eh? We like her don’t we?!”

After shoving ¼ of a cake into his mouth.
M: “I’ll let you into a little secret now; I don’t really like Victoria Sponge.”

On completely fresh milk
M: “That’s fairly mega, innit.”

Photographer: “You do realise that, in this light, you’re gonna have to be still for about… I dunno… one or two minutes.”
G: “That ain’t gonna ‘appen ‘tween me and ‘im.”
M: “You are joking.”
G: “Not in a month of Sundays boss.”
M: “Seriously, like dead still??”

Setting up the old-fashioned camera.
M: “This is taking a lot of fiddling and I’ll tell you what this is just driving ‘ome to me ‘ow difficult it is, cos you know, we can wander round with a camera going ‘click click click click click click click that’s rubbish that’s rubbish that’s rubbish oh I like that one.’ We ain’t got that luxury with this. This ‘as to be set up right before ‘e nods off.”
G: “Pull your finger out boy, I’m nithered.”

While Guy’s photo is being taken.
M: “Aw listen to that silence… Peace and quiet.”

Mave after his photo (apparently ‘chelping’ means moaning).
“It’d‘ve been alright if I ‘and’t ‘ad this constant chelping in my ear off. Man alive. It’s a wonder he can keep that gob shut long enough to drink tea!”

M: “When we first set off on that boat and we were bashing it into this and bashing it into that, I just thought ‘Mega. This is gonna be a trip of a lifetime.’”

G: “What d’you fancy next? A train?”
M: -excited- “A train?!”

Big long waffley review - TT3D: Closer To The Edge

Go see this film. I'm saying that right at the start. Go see it, you won't regret it. If you haven't seen it already, here's the trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QldZiR9eQ_0

I don’t know how many emotions I went through watching TT3D: Closer to the Edge. So I was slightly reliving them whilst writing this. I apologise in advance for the occasional swearing and the inevitable digressions. I’m not a writer, I don’t normally review things, but here goes. Oh and by the way, for those who haven't seen it/don't watch the TT - SPOILERS.



Well. I feel like I’ve just been hurtled round the TT course at 200mph. Bloody hell…

Apparently at the age of 5, when I first saw the TT, I sat by the roadside at the Creg-ny-Baa and shuddered in horror every time a bike went past. Although I had just got lost in the pub, so I could’ve been a bit shaken up already.

Considering that, I was surprised by just how much I enjoyed the movie. And for once it wasn’t just the fact that Guy Martin was making me laugh so hard I nearly cried (and I’m happy to say that I wasn’t the only one laughing loudly in the cinema. I know I’m going to love a film when people are laughing loudly in the cinema and no one cares).

That first footage of the start of the lap – where there’s more or less just road flying past – gave me such an adrenaline rush I was left violently shaking for a good half an hour. With a massive grin on my face though. Been a fair few years since I’ve seen proper firsthand footage of a lap. It's gripping, so much more than exciting.

I like the use of 3D. I know some people are saying it’s unnecessary because the whole event is already so thrilling. But I think if it’d been in 2D, I wouldn’t have cared quite so much. I wouldn’t have been quaking in my boots (sandals…) or gasping with my heart in my mouth or laughing until I cried. The 3D just brought you into it, it made you feel like you were there. They said this on the 20th at the Villa Marina, at the press launch, that they didn’t want it to be about bikes leaping out of the screen. They wanted to bring the audience to the TT. And that’s precisely what they did.

Oh god Guy… now there is a boy I would love to be mates with. He talks faster than me!! Yes, he says stupid stuff and, as one man said, often “unbroadcastable” stuff. But he’s just so funny and I love his passion and his (brutal) honesty. Yes, perhaps his temper gets the better of him but it happens to the best of us. And when you're that passionate (and obsessed?) about something, you not going to easily get over things that go wrong.

There’s something about the riders’ eyes before the race. Actually it’s always there slightly (especially Ian Hutchinson. He scares me a bit). It‘s the same look the Husky that lives up the road from me has. How do you describe it… It’s like there’s so much focus and concentration there, such intensity, there's just a bit of a psychopathic look in the eyes. Gives me the shivers just thinking about it. But I suppose you have to be at least a little bit nutty to be able to race the TT, right? I don’t know.

Bridget Dobbs is an impressive woman and I really take my hat off to her. When I heard Paul Dobbs' widow was in the film I felt a bit sick. I was worried she was going to be really emotional and it was going to be really hard-hitting. It certainly was hard-hitting, but in a completely different way. She’s so strong and those kids look happy and like they have so much fun. She’s clearly continued to give them a brilliant life and let them remember their father happily. And I like the fact they still enjoy the TT. That amount of strength is something I aspire to.

When the bit about Paul Dobbs' crash was on, my stomach turned. Due to exams I haven’t kept up with the TT the last couple of years, and I’d forgotten it was the year they were filming that he’d crashed. I got so caught up in that moment, that when they said it was the final race and I saw Guy and Conor starting off it hit me – these two crash, and crash badly, and I’d completely forgotten until now. Shit. It was one of those moments where you can hear that little voice in the back of your head going “STOP WATCHING!!!” but you can’t tear your eyes away from the screen.

I assume they don’t have cameras at Ballagarey (for good reason…), but the use of the blacked out screen with voiceover of the paramedic and then the pictures – I’m putting my head in my hands now just thinking about it again. It was so effective cos it was the same technique they used when Dobsy crashed, with the blackout and the voiceover. Made a real link between them that just made your heart sink. There was such a build up - they kept saying he was missing and you felt ill just waiting for the footage or something, anything to get you out of this agony of waiting to see what happened. They just kept talking to other people, it was so sickening; and then the screen went black and the voiceover came on. God that fireball was huge. And when the paramedic said Guy was begging him “Don’t cut my leathers!” God bless him. Heaven forbid he’d worry about himself.

Conor’s crash….. the words just aren’t even there. The first time they showed it me and my mum (and a few other people around us) gasped and put our hands over our mouths. We knew he’d crashed, we’d heard his list of injuries read out. But we didn’t know where he’d crashed and quite how bad it’d been. Seems stupid when I think 4 days ago I heard a guy read out more or less every other bone in the body having been broken, amongst other things (that nerve damage sounded nasty), and I sort of thought “Ouch that sounds awful.” But it never quite linked up that therefore it must have been a really horrific crash. Of course the second time they showed it – the full fall this time – I couldn’t believe it. He bounced over a stone wall. Bounced. Fell off the Verandah, and bounced over a solid stone wall (which was apparently 5 feet high). If he’d have gone into that wall at the speed he was falling, I reckon it would’ve been lights out, game over more or less. He probably would’ve broken more than he did at least. Although I'm sure (second time seeing it) he tried to grab the wall as he went over it, to stop himself and I reckon that'll be where he dislocated his arm. Ouch. He looked like someone had thrown a ragdoll off the mountain. Thank god he's ok now. He’s one lucky guy. Someone is definitely watching over him.

The music!! It nearly killed me!! I’m not talking about the soundtrack, all the songs (they were brilliant by the way), I mean the composed orchestrated stuff. They say the best music is the music you don’t notice, because it fits the mood so well. I agree with that to an extent because most of it I didn’t really notice. However just before Conor's and Guy’s crashes, that music that slowed the hell down, all twinkly piano and strings. It hit me like it was an arrow and my heart was a bullseye. Maybe because I knew what was coming, I don’t know. It made that part of the film so haunting, I can still see it.

I couldn’t quite decide where they were going with the ending. The film was so for the TT, there wasn’t anyone against it, there was no mention of the call for a ban or anything. And yet they ended the film with Guy and Conor in hospital (Guy with that giant cup of tea, even when he's injured!! That boy makes me laugh!) and Ian with his leg all pinned together (urgh that footage of him getting run over nearly made me throw up). They ended on a slightly depressing note. I almost felt like the film was trying to make you question it. Kind of saying “Well, you’ve seen them do it, you’ve seen all the raw emotion that goes into it and how much they want to win, so much that they push themselves to the edge. Now look at them. Was it really worth it?”

It’s hard to say. They’re such beautiful young men I’d love to say “No it’s not, stop being so stupid. You have a nice face and I don’t want you smashing it all over the pavement.” But they love it. You can see it in their psycho-husky eyes. And to take it away from them would kill them as well. So what can you do?

I think I would go watch the TT again. I might start shuddering again when the bikes go past though.

Oof. Somebody put the kettle on. I think I need a cup of tea.

EDIT Just been to see the film a second time. My legs were shaking all the way through - would've thought I'd have been calmer knowing what was coming. Anyway, corrected a couple of things I got mixed up here. And the crazy thing is, I want to go see it again...

Remember me sweet bravery

I'm a little obsessed with Owl City at the moment....
Adam Young's voice reminds me of Tom Delonge's, but it's a little nicer :) His lyrics are beautifully poetic, and the ocean gets a lot of mentions, which keeps me happy any day. And none of his songs are too angsty, so I can listen to them any time. And they're soothing enough to fall asleep to, which is perfect.
If I could marry music I'd definitely marry an Owl City song.

On another note, I found an amazing quote by Franz Kafka:
"Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly."

Got auditions at the moment for music college. Crazy times. Got turned down at the first one cos I can't sight read without accompaniment to save my life. Put some harmony under me and I can sight read fine. Leave me alone and I'm like "wtf does a 4th sound like??" (Away in a manger). Ah well, one less place to worry about huh.

Hope all had a fun Halloween :)

And if it's Neverland you need, its light will lead you there

Written at 2am 11/8/09

Bed! Bed! I couldn’t go to bed!
My head’s too light to try to set it down.

No, I haven’t been dancing.

Today has been THE most magical day ever. I’m on holiday in my homeland, so everything feels a little more magical anyway, but today, tonight especially, was brilliant.

And all because I’ve seen FIVE shooting stars. Five! I can’t BELIEVE my luck. First was on the prom, over the bay, just the usual FWOOOSH across a small portion of sky. Then when my crazy family decided to have a wander down the beach in the pitch black (with a torch – it’s stony and we didn’t want to fall), we all lay down and watched. We saw two more little fwoooshy ones above the moon, then someone saw a big green one and then a purple one. Then when we got too cold and gave up we saw a little gold – seriously, gold – one cross the sky really slowly with a trail behind it. It was truly and honestly just magical. And at 10 to 2 I wandered out with a wool blanket wrapped round me and saw a MASSIVE flare arc slowly between two stars and I think my jaw hit the floor. Now at 2am I’m still in awe. I’ve never seen so many, especially on such a moonlit night.
It was a good laugh too cos we taught the boys the unofficial national anthem (and hearing three warbling bass voices copying our silly soprano was hilarious), sang the rude verses of “She’ll Be Comin’ Round The Mountain”, and discovered that quartz rocks, when thrown on other rocks, causes sparks.
I was a little unnerved because I saw a green flash on the hillside out of the corner of my eye, and a white one later. And the other night me AND Alex had both seen something small and black fwooosh over us and up the hill, and it didn’t look birdlike. Perhaps the little people are about.
The whole holiday has had some really memorable moments. We were discussing “Favourite moments so far” in the restaurant tonight, and I couldn’t choose. There was the second night when the full moon was gleaming on the water, so we walked down on the beach. Then Alex’s last night :( when there was an AWESOME sunset – which you rarely get on the East coast. There was when mum and her crazy friends went in the sea and leapt over seven and eight foot waves in the freezing rain, and then the next day when it was sunny and I joined them, only to have to jump massive waves myself (much as I like being short it’s not easy to jump seven foot waves). And of course last night definitely deserves a mention. Or better yet a paragraph.
We were out late for dinner in a pub, it was dark outside, and once the kids had finished we left the adults to drink and chat (or just chat for the driving ones), and went for a walk down to the castle and the breakwater. My friend Sarah was telling all these spooky stories about the castle – there’s a pathway right round it. She said the other night she’d sat up there with a friend, and it wasn’t really that spooky, they were having a good time, laughing about something. Anyway a minute or so later she saw someone looking over the castle wall – just a head and neck – and it scared the hell out of her. At the time though, they recalled later, there were performances going on in the castle, so, hopefully, it could just have been a stray spectator. At the wrong side of the castle...Hopefully.
Anyhow, I announced it was FAR too dark up on the castle path and anyone stupid enough to walk round was just ASKING to be spooked. It looked like something out of a horror movie for God’s sake. So Sarah stayed with me and we sent the three strapping lads round. Whilst they ambled round, acting tough, we snuck to the other side where they would come out and waited. As soon as my brother stuck his head through the archway we leaped out from either side going “RRAAAAWWRR!!!” His face was an absolute picture. He had to restart his heart I think. Tom nonchalantly claimed he’d known that would happen, hence he didn’t go first (yeah right). After that we walked along the breakwater and there were literally hundreds of seagulls in the water and on the boats, making a racket. It stank of fish and boat fuel (petrol? Diesel? Can’t remember). And I was bringing up the rear. All I could think was “I wish Alex was here…” and “If someone comes up behind me now…I will scream this freaking place down.” It was fun though and it’ll stay in my memory for a long while I hope.
I’ve said so much already and the holiday isn’t even over until Saturday! So much more to do! If I do anything more exciting I’ll write another blog about it.
And now to sleep. Hopefully I’ll have good dreams because I just bought a dream catcher :)
Goodnight everyone!

Clearing out your hard drive can be a good thing...

Due to a lack of internet on a recent trip down south, I resorted to clearing out my laptop’s hard drive. Getting rid of pictures I don’t want or need, looking through my documents. It’s funny finding some of the old stuff that I wrote, and funny remembering (or trying to figure out) the inspiration behind them. And amongst them I found this little gem – it isn’t much of a poem, hell it doesn’t even rhyme, but the memory of the event that inspired it makes me smile. To me it just is the epitome of what friendship is. Me and this particular mate are very different (and consecutive zodiac signs :S doesn’t help), and yet we still got on, pretty well I’d say. We had a good few laughs. Still do on occasion.
It was after a trip with my choir, and a couple of friends and I were waiting to be picked up. One was dancing about, singing in Savonian (Ieva’s Polkka), and the other was stood with me, just talking. I honestly don’t remember what was so funny about our shoes…I wish I did.
It is simply called:

Birmingham Pick Up

We agree to disagree
Fair enough
Under the stars I see picture upon picture opportunity
You see the sky, trees, roads and cars. Nothing special.
Unlike you. In your own words “I’m not normal, I’m special.”
True enough.
A little braggy though, one must admit.
But as long as I can stand here, under the stars with you,
Laughing about our shoes,
I’ll be happy.

*sigh* 25...

Was tagged to do this on facebook, but didn't want to do it on facebook. So I'll do it here. I won't tag anyone cos, well, I only have one follower.

SO 25 things about me:

1. My name is of Irish origin.

2. I'm not a city girl.

3. I'm one of the few people I know who doesn't like Paris.

4. I like the countryside...

5. ...but I have hayfever ¬¬

6. In fact I have a stupid number of ailments.

7. And a couple to look forward to in my old age.

8. I LIKE PASTA 8D

9. I can only cook pasta.

10. Although I make a killer fried egg.

11. I'm a bit of an eco-warrior. Or I try to be.

12. I have a CND necklace. I like it.

13. I used to have some earrings, but I lost them :(

14. If I was any good at debating I'd like it. But I'm not.

15. I love my friends. They're crazy.

16. I go crazy when I worry about them.

17. I'm too much of a worrier.

18. I'm a Capricorn.

19. I'm also a writer. An amateur one. And I rarely finish things ¬¬

20. I'm a procrastinator. Why else would I be doing this.

21. I'm superstitious. You try living in a centuries-old house.

22. I like acting ^_^

23. And singing.

24. I like animals too. They're cute.

25. And now I'm tired of doing this. Thank god I'm at 25.