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

[MrsLucasNorthPole]

Ta da!

a nice fluffy pic for the common room

I fear that you are right, Holly, and that one has either to reconcile oneself to the deep deep peace of the marriage bed after the hurly-burly of the chaise longue (© Mrs Patrick Campbell) or apply the bellows to the glowing embers. Or summat.

Nonetheless, I cannot believe that Mr Thornton would succumb to middle-aged torpor.

One of the nice things about not reading North and South fan fic is that nobody interferes with my own imaginings of what happens next. wink

Deep peace, Missy? You're 'avin a larf. Duvet-hogging, snoring, worse...And that's just the cat.

I am repeating her views, Holly, not necessarily endorsing them.

More Polish cordial?

Don't mind if I do. Apologies for being such an incurable romantic, meanwhile. I was just struck anew today by the dichotomy between the Romantic Hero, and the RL bloke.

No need to apologise, Holly. I have been married a long time - and many of my friends for even longer - and so am not unaware of how relationships disintegrate develop over the years.

And it's always good to see a dichotomy in the Academy. Have we had any paradigms recently? I crave a bit of exegesis.

I'm fond of a nice bit of that myself, bit of malt vinegar poured over it, lovely with brown bread and butter.

Quite. Exegesis and chips

Oh no, that was winkles, wasn't it?

Oh God! It's like being back in A-level Media Studies. Perhaps we can try applying Roland Barthes theory of structuralist analysis to some of our fave works...

Or maybe not. Oh yum, I do miss fish and chips. Limpopo River fish is so tasteless and bony.
And there are no mushy peas

Oh crikey. I envy you your youth, LrsLNP. Media studies hadn't been invented when I was at school. I could try to apply a bit of Foucault to the condition of the mill-workers, if you like.

Sorry you have lost me there, MrsLNP... I know more about Roland Rat than Roland Barthes.

Holly - I would send you a tin of mushy peas if I could.

Winkles with vinegar and brown bread and butter... ignore me, Missy and Mrs LNP,I had too much Polish Cordial too quickly.

Tonight's tutorial, but please refer all questions to MrsLNP.

Sorry for being so dense - sometimes it's not easy to see how the comments relate back.

I can remember v. little myself, although I think it's something to do with breaking a film down into catalytic, cardinal and iconic symbols/scenes.

I loved Media Studies, also got to do one of the first A-levels in English Language as a stand-alone subject.

Govt. & Politics not quite such a success however...

You would think you could at least buy the old-fashioned dried peas to soak healthily (ew)--with a bicarb tablet, was it? and boil for hours, but no.

what a let down my last comment was, after all the intellectual ones from you two

Mush peas - eeeeeewwwww!

I'd rather eat my own toenails.

Mind you, MrsLNP, when I did my A levels Latin was classed as a modern language. Arf, arf.

Now I am worried for your welfare, Holly. Do you have friends and family in the UK to send you mushy peas, Heinz baked beans, PG tips tea and Marmite and Benny Hill videos?

I do, Missy but it's not worth the hassle, the customs elephants would just eat them impound them. It's okay, you can get a lot of stuff nowadays, like chocolate and HP sauce and even, recently, custard powder, and Bisto, those twin ex-pat Holy Grails,

And the other stuff, like the toe-nails etc., is just a treat to look forward to.