University of Milton North - bring a bottle & some Twiglets!

[MrsLucasNorthPole]

Ta da!

a nice fluffy pic for the common room

Eeek. Milton. I've always been rather scared of John Milton. John from Milton, though, provokes entirely different emotions.

You never typed a truer word, Missy. Even the way he spurns convention and holds his cup from the opposite side from everyone else, is stirring yet not ungentleman-like.

Was not one of our number Milton-bound today? I do hope she'll bring us back a stick of rock. Or more authentically, a chip barm-cake with extra brown sauce.

Yes, I believe that Snowy was heading to those distant northern climes. It still bothers me that Mr Thornton does not use the handle of that fine (although somewhat gaudy by modern tastes) tea cup. Maybe those elegant fingers are simply too long to fit comfortably though the handle?

I, meanwhile, have been down to the basement and found this , including King John and a recycled Spook.

You Tube, You Tube on the screen
Who's the fairest one you've seen?

Oh, lawdy, Missy, the hands ...

He could sup his tea out of the saucer for all I care.

The other gents are okay. Ish.

Yes, the hands. I am becoming increasingly obsessed impressed by Mr Thornton's sinewy yet elegant hands.

Does my thumb look big in this?

Hand-some is as hand-some does

(There's a nice shot of Guy's hands where he's breaking through the door in his "Here's Johnny" moment, but I can't find it).

As I've said before, I think it's important from time to time to include some other gentlemen for comparative and benchmarking purposes. I do think Mr Stephens does a good smoulder as Mr Rochester, although Mr McThingy has never lit my fire.

They are so unbelievably thudworthy. Shot 2 is particularly stunning, thumb and twiglet in happy conjunction.

And tell me, pray how can a mere voice make you go when you are practically over the brink, and into sleep?

We may never know the whole of it.

Oh, yes, it's nice to compare and contrast. For without shade, how can there be light, and all of that jazzin' around?

Mr Darcy was something extra special I have to admit.

The voice thing, I suspect, is all to do with wavelength and resonance and timbre and what these things do inside the brain. The hands, possibly about a combination of strength and elegance. As for the twiglets, I defer to you and Twiggy and whoever else it was who wanted to sink their teeth in.

But, as you say, these things surpass human understanding.

Mr Darcy is indeed a Thudworthy Gentleman, but for me he will always now look like Colin Firth. We have just tuned in to Love Actually, fortuitously showing on the goggle box, right at the moment that Prime Minister Hugh Grant boogies through Downing Street. Ah, bless.

I must apologise for not doing my share of presentations this evening, I am in the Throes of Composition while I get an odd quiet moment. Nearly got rumbled a while back when Sgt Twiglet marched into view as a Hollyberry had just leaned over to put a drink down for me. Ooops!

No worries, Holly. I always assume that the intermittent nature of YT's service in Limpopoland makes it more difficult for you to do presentations.

Am mightily impressed that the Hollyberries bring you drinks. What fine little berries they must be.

I have had an ear-fixation from a very early age, I have to tell you, so it is not all that strange that it should surface when I see a prime example. I don't know what Twiggy's excuse explanation is.

I found Darcy thud-worthy from the moment I read the book, but always find his TV incarnations disappointing, unless they are Mr Firth.

I shall have to get that HG film. Last time I looked it was in the ''we'll pay you to take it off our hands'' bin at the local DVD-mongers. And it sounds like a change from all the angst and stuff you get with Guy, Lucas and the gang.

Yes, do buy Love Actually if it's only going to cost two Limpopo Shillings. Although a little of Mr Curtis goes a long way, this is an enjoyable bit of Christmas schmaltz drama.

That's exactly what I meant about Mr Darcy. I swooned my way through the book as a teenager (and once since) but only Colin Firth (in my view) looks like Mr Darcy.

What about Four Weddings or Notting Hill ? In case they've run out of LA?
Maybe it's good policy to have other stuff lying around to dilute the wall to wall Armitagiana look.

I'm really not the best person to ask, but my order of preference would be

Four Weddings (if only for Auden's Funeral Blues)
LA
Notting Hill.

Have you got Truly Madly Deeply? 'Tis deeply fab (and a tenuous RH connection through the Minghella brothers, if you like trivia).

But if they're all in the bargain bin, why not?

Great! Thanks for the suggestions.
TMD also disappeared into the Bermuda Triangle before it made it here to the Limpopo Odeon.

*RH, I meant, not that!

We spent a chunk of this evening in our local Odeon, in a screen which we haven't been in recently, and noticed some lovely Art Deco touches which survived its conversion to a multi-screen. I thought of Snowy and our plans for the Limpopo Cultural Institute.

Banish these thoughts from your mind

How, Missy, can I banish those leather-bedizened expanses from my consciousness when you keep serving them up thither and yon?

I suppose as in a lot of cases, so many art deco touches were ditched when they came to seem hackneyed and old-fashioned. As with all the Victorian buildings that were pulled down to make way for those awful flimsy boxes of the 1960's. And now those that survived are listed buildings. But it's too late for the majority of either style.

I mourn our local Odeon back home, all white tiled exterior with green trimming. And the miniature cinema of my childhood, a true palace of magic for a young person who loved to dream.

What did you find on Amazon?

Sorry, I know it was naughty of me, but consider it a seasonal gift. Or vital piece of research for your creative writing. Or both.

The pattern round here, I think, was for the cinemas (if they weren't simply demolished) to remain untouched until such time as they were sub-divided to create lots of tiny rooms, when the internal fittings were ripped out.

On Amazon, I opened the link to the bargain dvds and boxed sets but didn't immediately see anything enticing. I will soon look to see how much The Impressionists is, as Santa didn't take the hint.

I should imagine the sight is seared into my neurons by now. Gawd help me.

How remiss of Santa to ignore your cultural urges. I should imagine that would be a fascinating watch, even without the Work of Art par Excellence. Can we invent special glasses, I wonder, to filter out the weirder beardie moments?

Looking at the clock and getting a shock. Must be heading off. With Gisborne's botty on my mind, withal. Pity me!

I will be here until LA ends, which is soon if my memory of the fillum is reliable.

Well, in Santa's defence, The Impressionists were a late addition to my infamous list. But I have always loved a nice Monet (and am not averse to facial hair if it's well-managed, although the screen caps do suggest there may be a few frights in store).

Anyway, sweet Nottamun dreams.

I didn't get to check in last night, but as usual the intensive study conducted in my absence has been impressive.

I have The Impressionists DVD - a truly educational artifact, that I originally purchased purely for the drool factor but turned out to be so much more!

Morning ladies. Oyster, I never dreamed what a wide-ranging education I'd get when I stepped through this particular looking glass. Art, Literature, you name it, it's all here.

And welcome back from the northern wastes, Snowy. How was Milton?

Thanks for the delicacies. I haven't had an Eccles cake since..... since I was last in Milton.

bleurgh... now I have DD's bug too... oh well, I suppose at least it's good for the diet! I do feel quite dreadful - if only there were some sort of medically-trained person to look after me

Am loving "Sgt. Twiglets", btw - too ill to scroll back to see who came up with that (think it was you, Holly?) but very good anyway.

Ywiggy, so sorry you are feeling ill. I hope this cheers you up in some small way.

I just by mere chance came across . It's only a small copy as it's used as a background on YT, but you can see the baby blues and hear The Voice, reading poetry. What a treat, he's purring away into my ear as I type.

at Hollyberries!

Here you go Twigs - hope this helps you feel better soon! How is your little Twiglet this morning?

Well, I 'watched' the rest of BtS last night, as best as I could anyway since the replacement disc was also corrupted in exactly the same places. The sound was mostly OK though so managed to plough through (obviously not a great deal of use without the pictures though ).

It was good overall as a drama, but if you have, ahem, other reasons for viewing, I would stick to what's available on YouTube. Our man isn't in it a great deal, although there is plenty of him when he does show up , but the ending...

Anyway, that's me checking in. Have got DH pottering around behind me, and DD having a wobbler 'cos she wants to have a look at the Fashion Designer CD-ROM that Santa brought, so am clearly not going to get any peace today...