"I’d always thought her half-baked, but now I think they didn’t even put her in the oven."

Greetings from this side of the weekend! Had a smashing time, and I will now proceed to tell you all about it. Well, not all about it. Let's aim for the highlights, what, and leave it at that. So, Katie and I bopped to the South Bank and met Helen and Chloe at midday, and went round the National with, it mun be said, quite a lot of old people, who asked questions like "How much of the National's funding comes from the Government?" But, anyway, it was fab and, best of all, only one (1) of God's honest pounds.

Then we went and had lunch in Trafalgar Square, which was vee yum (Prezzo is actually very nice), and then we walked down the Mall to Mayfair, where we made our way to Heywood Hill, an extremely adorable bookshop (located, so the blue plaque outside would have us believe, in one of Nancy Mitford's former residences) with a quite beautiful old chap running it. Anyway, thus was the Wodehouse exhibition, which was dandy. (Total, total love for the bookshop - the sort of place where you ring them up on the 'phone and ask for such and such a title, and they send it round in a plain brown paper parcel - gorgeous! I want to get all my books that way.) So that was all super, and then Katie and I went home on the bus (a routemaster - always jolly) and got the last bits of Helen's birthday present. (And I watched Merlin and decided to become an Arthur/Gwen shipper.)

Accordingly, on Sunday, I arose late and we went to Helen's for cake, wine and general bitchery (always a staple), which was perfectly charming.

In conclusion: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HELEN!!

And also: I got offered that job I wanted (at ten to eight this morning - ye gods!), so woo!

Oh good grief...

You know what? You'd think people would get tired of having such asinine headlines. But no.

A clueless BBC is giving the BNP the legitimacy it craves* (source)

No. Just no. I think you'll find, regrettably, that it is the British electorate that is giving the BNP the legitimacy it craves by, y'know, electing them to stuff. Yes, they're shit. Yes, their political viewpoint is repellant. Yes, giving them any kind of public voice goes against the grain. But maybe, instead of politicos wringing their hands and writing vituperative articles, they should address the issues that are leading people to vote for the BNP in the first place. Then, maybe, they could slink back to the edges of the political landscape.



* Please note: I am commenting merely on the headline, not the content of the article.

"Where's this barnacle-bottomed, haddock-flavoured, bilge-rat, Sir rather-a-wally Raleigh then?"

Look: random artifacts from the Mary Rose. I love sunken ships; there's something so romantic about them. Or at least, not sunken ships themselves, but the sense of history being revealed.

[Merlin] Such Faithfulness in Effigy :: PG-13 :: Gen :: 1/1

Title: Such Faithfulness in Effigy
Author: chaletian
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None, really.
Summary: There are stories about Arthur and Guinevere of Camelot, stories that have echoed down century after century, and who can say what’s true and what’s not? Stories stay stories, until archaeologists uncover Camelot…
A/N: The idea for this story, and the title, were taken from Philip Larkin’s poem, An Arundel Tomb.



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