We watched the video below very early this morning.
My comment : 28 hours…I’d not even bother to sleep. Too much to see.
His Comment : You’d NEVER eat all that food.
His eyes were huge watching. Caviar on tap. Lobster. Caviar. And a whole caviar menu.
I HATE SEAFOOD.
But French bread and saffron butter and croissants and Veuve Cliquot are nice!
I’d be so high on champagne, running up and down the whole train and looking into everything and quoting scenes from all three Murder on the Orient Express films + book that I may’ve been thrown off about 5 miles outta Calais.
P.S. One single word came up with us throughout the entire video.
The people of my country have wild and vivid imaginations. Our folk-lore is rampant and entwined through every tree and blade of grass.
Which Vaughan was Black?
The main candidate is Sir Thomas Vaughan circa 1400. If he actually lived and did what is said, then there were many who didn’t like him. Hence the Legend of Black Vaughan…..the Black Bull/Fly/Dog of ancient times.
Are we in Wales or England with this? Mmmn. Probably right on the Border Marches where “the veil” is thin and many a ghosty and ghouly roams.
We are all feeling a bit strange at the moment. Our skies are blue and a big yellow thing has been shining all day. Very bizarre!
So we decided to start on the good weather eating. And you don’t get much better than the original English Ploughman’s Lunch. As the name suggests it is a portable meal eaten by ploughmen in the field. Crusty bread, cheese, pickles, an apple, a boiled egg. Or somesuch.
Today we have freshly baked bread (from the local baker), I cooked a ham, salad leaves, baby tomatoes, red pepper, coleslaw, potato salad, cheddar, pickled beetroot, piccalilli, some grapes and a slice or two of pineapple.
Plus an ice cold pint of Danish lager.
Simple but filling. Much like the Cornish Pasty that the tin miners would eat. Or the Scottish haggis. Or the pork pie.
P.S. I’ve never been to the Cheddar Gorge. It looks beautiful.
I must’ve been “Gay” all my life and never knew it.
That’s a bummer.
I’ve done ALL that Rowan describes, all of my life.
OK. That’s me out of the wardrobe.
I AM OFFICIALLY A GAY FEMALE& SLIGHTLY QUEER TOO!
I’m also a huge Agatha Christie fan and she uses “GAY” to mean happy & “QUEER” to mean strange.
BTW : When I was 6 years old and we had to live with Nan for a while before moving to Scotland, I gathered all the fallen petals from her roses and squished them into a jar of water – to make rose water.
Having a modicum of dressmaking abilities, a house full of stuff that needs to be clutter-cleared i.e. Old Clothes and also having the tiniest budget – I’m going back to the past to make my own clothes.
Everything changes including lifestyle and body-shape. I no longer need tailored suits, evening wear, the latest fashionable fashion. Jeans just now look like instruments of torture.
Enter the Capsule Wardrobe.
There are basic basics that we all need. T-shirts, long sleeved or short, thick woolly jumpers and outer garments, something that’ll not shame you in front of the in-laws during the warmer days etc.
I know what I like, what feels comfortable, how my days are going to be, what colours are MINE, how I can get very cold in an instant, how I deplore being all creased and sweaty … and I’m not a huge fan of ironing.
Natural materials. Simple lines. One to wear, one to wash, one for spare.
The lovely girl below is going on a vintage cruise and needs a new, simple, light wardrobe to take with her.
Let’s pick up some tips and stop giving money to wear, wash and throwaway clothing companies, yeah?
I wrote recently about Sir Philip Sidney. For whom I have great admiration. And a bit of a girly crush (ssssh)
Historical Timeline Stuff can go by the wayside when he’s around :o)
I first began to really appreciate him when researching my novel. It was his link to Penelope Rich, the mother of Henry Rich … who was the lover of Marie de Rohan and by whom she had a daughter – born in London.
Sheesh. The Stuff that went on in that Tudor Court would put Hollywood to shame :o)
OMG Amanda – I’m a Brit and we connect so well :o)
I’m a lazy thing too – incapable of packing my own bag, talking to the Checkout Girl/Guy about the weather and fumbling for my debit card/cash all at the same time. Sheesh. Stress?
Oh. And I’ve been to the US twice. New York. New York. And watched the TV. WTF? More adverts than shows. Even yt does the same thing now. Cutting off a video narrator mid-word for an advert. By the time the video comes back – I’ve lost interest!
P.S. Amanda. Go and live in the Middle East for a while and watch endless cartoons or Arabic re-runs of UnHolywood Films with all the good bits cut out. Those films last about half an hour.
She lives in a city? Amanda – come here. We have wild-life outta the wazzooooooo.
Do NOT talk to me about house-prices. Fingers in ears. Lalalala
GMT, love. GMT ?
Go To Paris for parking. Every car is battered by other parkers. Fact :o)
Redemption for Amanda…. xxx
Sarcasm. Wit. Insults & Innuendos. Yup. British Humour. You got it girl :o)
I started at 6am and I’ve just gone back to the beginning of my formulating hypothesis, theory, doobery whatnot.
I’m NOT up on the Shakespeare Sonnets. A part of his works that I’ve neglected for a long time. But I was sent back to them at stupid o’clock this morning. Also to something that I’d read a couple of days ago…see quote below :
Please note that all researchers of the “Shakespearean question”, including I.M.Gililov, are absolutely convinced of the stability and correctness of the general picture of the events of the 16th-17th centuries, drawn to us today by Scaligerian textbooks. They think that the mysteries surrounding the identity of the Great Bard concern only him, and are built into the generally reliable history of the 16th and 17th centuries. But they do not understand that in reality the entire historical building of the 16th-17th centuries is very shaky and needs to be substantially rebuilt. Moreover, starting from the foundation! For example, for Shakespeare scholars, trained in Scaligerian history from childhood, the identity of Queen Elizabeth does not raise any doubts. There was, they say, such a real famous queen on the island of England. But after all, we already understand that the “English Elizabeth” is, basically, a phantom reflection of the Russian-Horde queen Sophia Paleolog. And that a significant part of the “English island events” actually unfolded in a completely different place – in the metropolis of the Great Empire, in Russia-Horde. The same should be said, for example, about Henry VIII, see chapter 5. And about Catherine of Aragon. And about Mary Stuart…
As we have shown in this book,
Shakespeare’s works are even more important and interesting than is commonly believed.
That is, their high assessment adopted today should be strengthened. After all, many of his texts turn out to be not just plays on “very ancient themes”, but in fact – chronicles of the formation and development of the Great = “Mongolian” Empire. For example, the poet talks about Andronicus-Christ (calling him Hamlet), Judas Iscariot (Timon of Athens), the Virgin Mary, John the Baptist, King Herod (Macbeth), Queen Herodias, Sophia Paleologus (Cordelia and Catherine of Aragon), Ivan the Terrible (Henry VIII ), stories of Esther (Anne Boleyn)… Shakespeare scholars did not even suspect this, since the true essence of some of the poet’s fundamental works was distorted by later layers.
They have a point, NC. We are all so conditioned to fit our theories around the “SOLIDITY” of the History that we’ve been taught.
Did the likes of Scaliger know, when he was first commissioned to rewrite HIS- story, that he was creating a HYDRA that would grow a million heads throughout the decades and centuries without him?
Was that the plan?
To fiddle with the compass bearings and just sit back and watch the chaos of their descendants’ travels?
I so badly want to debunk the theory that Rutland and Elizabeth Sidney were the man we call Shakespeare but… I have so much more work to do :o)
Meanwhile – whomever wrote the words – here is something beautiful.
I have had this novel on my shelves for more years than I am willing to admit.
I know more about Umberto Eco than this book. I’ve read several of his non-fiction works.
OK. I may be old enough now to handle this :o)
The name of the central character, William of Baskerville, alludes both to the fictional detective Sherlock Holmes (compare The Hound of the Baskervilles – also, Adso’s description of William in the beginning of the book resembles, almost word for word, Dr. Watson’s description of Sherlock Holmes when he first makes his acquaintance in A Study in Scarlet) and to William of Ockham (see the next section). The name of the narrator, his apprentice Adso of Melk is among other things a pun on Simplicio from Galileo Galilei‘s Dialogue; Adso deriving from “ad Simplicio” (“to Simplicio”). Adso’s putative place of origin, Melk, is the site of a famous medieval library, at Melk Abbey. And his name echoes the narrator of the Sherlock Holmes stories, Watson (omitting the first and last letters, with “t” and “d” being phonetically similar).
The ending also owes a debt to Borges’ short story “Death and the Compass“, in which a detective proposes a theory for the behaviour of a murderer. The murderer learns of the theory and uses it to trap the detective. In The Name of the Rose, the librarian Jorge uses William’s belief that the murders are based on the Revelation to John to misdirect William, though in Eco’s tale, the detective succeeds in solving the crime.
Eco seems also to have been aware of Rudyard Kipling‘s short story “The Eye of Allah“, which touches on many of the same themes, like optics, manuscript illumination, music, medicine, priestly authority and the Church’s attitude to scientific discovery and independent thought, and which also includes a character named John of Burgos.
Eco was also inspired by the 19th century Italian novelist Alessandro Manzoni, citing The Betrothed as an example of the specific type of historical novel he purposed to create, in which some of the characters may be made up, but their motivations and actions remain authentic to the period and render history more comprehensible.
Throughout the book, there are Latin quotes, authentic and apocryphal. There are also discussions of the philosophy of Aristotle and of a variety of millenarist heresies, especially those associated with the fraticelli. Numerous other philosophers are referenced throughout the book, often anachronistically, including Wittgenstein.
I’ve also chosen not to watch the film until I’d read the book.
You might’ve guessed that I’m a huge fan of Cosy Mysteries. Hamish Macbeth being a point in case. Even Agatha Christie started off in this genre.
I have the perfect plot for one of my own!
One of my boys is definitely a foodie Black Sheep. He doesn’t eat Sunday lunch or the Full Christmas Dinner stuff, so, we bought him a special meal for today that included extremely expensive salmon slices. Freaking weirdo child.
Anyhoo : this Xmas day has been a disaster, dahlings.
Someone has stolen, misplaced, teleported said child’s fish. He’s devastated and had a better Sarah Bernhardt moment than I have EVER produced.
Apparently he will either starve to death or have a bowl of Ready Break for Christmas.
Psssst. I blame his mother for the Am Dram bit. Oh, yes.
So – first off. A better title than Who Nicked the Salmon? is needed.
Second off. Even I don’t know the outcome. Which is a very bad way to start a novel :o(
I’ve talked about “Lady Godiva” several times in several different ways. The latest was December the 8th 2021
We have a local legend that she comes from Bucknall – a small village a few miles from here. Is this “legend” being brought into mainstream now via youtube?
I have no idea.
Just beyond Bucknall are the ruins of Tupholme Abbey. I know this road very well. Not only is it the the “back road” to Lincoln, it was also the route to the home of the girl that we had all accepted as the future daughter-in-law. Long story, very private.
Side Note…Elon got himself into a big heap of smelly stuff when he publicly claimed that ALIENS built the pyramids. Well. Space X (Batteries NOT Included) is getting revenge on Marvin the Martian now !
I’ve always love Lewis Carroll since I was a child living with my family of 5 and my grandparents in their tiny 3 bed semi in a little village.
I had the box room. Enough room for a single bed and a bookcase. My brothers had the big bigger back room. My parents, the biggest front room. Because of Grandad’s injuries, he and Nan slept down stairs in what was supposed to be the posh dining room.
I also love Jeremy Iron’s voice.
Hey – I’m thinking that I could write pretty good nonsense verse :o)
Oh. Snark. Been doing that already for years. Heyho !
September, the start of the 6th Form, we had a new pupil in the Common Room called Jim.
We all had great fun. He was a comedian then. At the end of term, Christmas, I dropped out of school and left home to earn a living “down south.”
We met again when I was almost 18, walking home from my job in a local restaurant. A car squealed to a halt beside me and he jumped out, leaving his parents bemused. We had a quick chat, he’d just got the job as our local theatre manager. Weeks later he came to my 18th birthday party. He met my Mum and flattered her to heaven and back and then, on the 3rd of January, I left to join the army without telling him.
The Kid Did Well. He was always meant to be a Star :o)
Samuel Greig married Sarah (1752–1793), daughter of Alexander Cook. Their union would give rise to children and grandchildren who later married into the Russian and German nobility.
He was father to Alexey Greig, admiral of the Imperial Russian Navy, who would go on to have his own spectacular career in the Russian Navy. Alexey Greig would become a privy counsellor and knight of all the Imperial Russian Orders.
Greig was father-in-law to Scottishscience writer and polymath, Mary Somerville who was a distant cousin of his. Somerville had married Greig’s fourth son, Captain Samuil Samuilovich Greig (1778–1807), who was the Russian Consul in London. They had two sons before Greig died in 1807, one of whom, Woronzow Greig (1805–1865) became a barrister and scientist.
Another son, Ivan Samuilovich Greig (1776–1802), traveled to China but was never heard of again.
His grandson Samuil Alexeyvich Greig (1827–1887) was the Russian Minister of Finance 1877–80. A general-lieutenant, he took part in the defence of Sebastopol during the Crimea War. He is buried in Smolenskoe Lutheran Cemetery in St. Petersburg.
My grandad was called Samuel. My dad, David Samuel. Both born in Kinghorn whereas Sir Sam was born 12 miles away in Inverkeithing…. Is that “inbreeding?”
I have a small plaster cast of The Green Man hanging on my kitchen wall.
I believe in him and his GREENery.
The Cold Calling by Will Kingdom audiobook has been on hold for a few nights.
It is a brilliant book with brilliant characters. I’ve fallen in love with Marcus Bacton, the over 60 year old ex-English teacher who is now owner and proprietor of the sadly “not very well known” Phenomenonologist magazine. Who lives with an elderly housekeeper and natural healer, in a house attached to a ruined castle, whom he calls My Old Love. Who owns a dog called Malcom. And whose bad language and bad temper deteriorates with every page he appears on.
BUT : the main villain is called The Green Man.
Cindy Mars-Lewis, a crazy old spinster (?) writes to Marcus constantly from Pembrokeshire and wants him to publish every letter in the magazine is intriguing too. Marcus hasn’t met Cindy yet…. ooooh!
Anyways. Last listen was all about Bobby Maiden’s NDE and it gave me nightmarish lucid dreams where I’m screaming but not screaming.