I know it’s May, but summer is here. I’ve made an executive decision.
This afternoon found me sprawled on my back in the garden, with The Amber Spyglass flopped face down - forgotten, actually- on my chest. I had been distracted by a flock of swifts that were putting on a really good show. Tiny little avian arrows that darted across a sky so bright and blue it was actually a bit painful to watch them. They were dancing on thermals and duelling with a breeze that was persistently trying to spoil. There were so many of them, and following their loops and swirls kept me amused for at least an hour. It was so nice to just lie in the sun and not think about anything except how happy I was at that particular moment.
I love the sounds of summer. I love its distinctively warm, perfumy smell. I love how everything looks better in the sunshine: the grass is greener, the clouds are whiter, and the flowers are brighter. We put up with the months of rain because, without it, our world wouldn’t be this lush and green.
I don’t care if it doesn’t last. This is England; it’ll probably be raining by Monday. We often joke that we Brits get our kit off the second the sun shines, and it’s funny because it’s true. We have to make the most of it.
Non semper erit aestes.
(I got ridiculous tan lines today. Bloody birds.)
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Today’s agenda.
- Run
- Sun
- Make an army of Zingy’s with Littlest Bro.
- Camera: BlackBerry 9700
MY VERY OWN LITTLE POO.
My mum is the greatest.
Getting up at 5:30am has its perks.
Turned on the TV just at the point Philip Pullman and some of his contemporaries were delivering a workshop on writing techniques and poetry.
I am so inspired right now. MUST WRITE ALL THE THINGS.
- Anonymous
Did he actually read Romeo & Juliet? What are your feelings about that film? Same diff.
Well, I don’t think it is the ‘same difference’. It’s not perfect, but I actually really liked Romeo & Juliet. I thought Luhrmann did a good job of bringing the story into a modern age, and making it relevant and accessible to a teenage audience that wouldn’t, on their own steam, sit down and immerse themselves in a Shakespeare play. Apart from substituting the time and place, and modernising the language, he really doesn’t deviate that much from the play Shakespeare wrote. Plus, unlike novels, plays themselves aren’t written to be read, they are written to be performed. Each production of a play brings something fresh and new, simply because different minds are involved each time. Directors have their own ideas, actors have their own ideas. Plays are designed to be re-imagined with each performance. If you’re reducing them to words on a page, you’re going wrong from the beginning.
He’s played around too much with Gatsby, which as a novel, doesn’t need that kind of interference. In fact I think he’s completely missed its point.
Mr Luhrmann
Did you actually read The Great Gatsby?
Gin. Sun. Book.
Magic.
the-attic-to-the-left said: Urrghghgh really? I was shouting at the screen for him NOT to shag her. I can’t stand her. And I don’t trust her. Bet you anything she’s gonna screw him over.
She’s incredibly dull and self-righteous, but he needed to get his end away. Plus, it’s just a bit of sex…he doesn’t have to MARRY her.
Oh, wait…
Also, I’m pretty sure she’d lose the fight with Catelyn as commander-in-chief of fucking up his life.
I knew something was missing.
- Camera: Fujifilm FinePix S1500
- Aperture: f/2.8
- Exposure: 1/60th
- Focal Length: 5mm
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Living with boys.
There will always be grass in the bath tub. And never the interesting kind.
Work isn’t a particularly pleasant place to be at the moment. It’s a hotbed of stress, frayed nerves and short tempers.
But it’s nobody’s fault; it’s exam time, and that is pretty much synonymous with ‘living hell’ when you work in a school. I am so bloody nervous for my Year 11s. Their first English exam is tomorrow.
I wish I could sit it for them.
