Thoughts of an Anarchist

So, college was good fun today, not as scary as I thought.

I also went to Shrewsbury Folk Festival…

…which was amazing. Jez Lowe, Show of Hands and Bellowhead all converted me for the first time, and Kate Rusby was as wonderful as I knew she would be. Squee. I love Kate Rusby. So much. Her voice and her lyrics and uuugh love her she’s great I am so very happy right now.

Bellowhead were an 11piece load of nutters in suits, and I adored them; Show of Hands simply blew me away with the talent, and Jez Lowe was the kind of disgruntled Geordie you just wanted to pick up and give a cuddle to.

The food was nice, especially the noodles, and I had loads of fun in the craft fair. I also met a crazy mandolin man who gave me his feather and said he’d write me a song, and Dingle’s friend who flung me around at the ceilidhs. Which were also great.

I bought a new trilby!

Oh, and there was also a great mandolin player, Roland Chadwick, who told us an awesome joke:

George Bush, the Pope, and a small school boy are in a plane, about 30000 miles above the ocean, when, tragically but inevitably, the overweight pilot has a heart attack and dies, leaving the three passengers with only two parachutes.

Mr Bush looks at the other two and says “I am the President of the United States of America, the most important man in the world, and the smartest, and I must save myself in order to continue my workerings in the free worlds.” Or something. And he grabs a pack and jumps out of the plane.

The Pope and the small boy look at each other, and then the Pope says “My child, I have lived a full life. You take it, grow up strong for me, and work hard! Fight against evil, and destroy all that is ignorant in this world!”

And the small boy says “It’s alright Father, George Bush took me schoolbag!”

love,

Abs x

ETA: Ha, it appears I wasn’t concentrating when typing. Fixed now. 

“They want to drain his bile through a hole in his stomach. Is that alright with you?”

 Um, it doesn’t really bother me, but I get the point?

“Your ringtone stinks. Get a new one!”

 … Cheers.

“Calculate the name of your perfect lover!”

 So that when I meet them I can freak them out by going “OH MY GOD IT’S YOU I HAVE THE MARRIAGE PAPERS READY!”

“What if he got you pregnant!”

 What if he didn’t? (he being the male from the new ‘Knocked Up’ film, a man I’m sure  should recognise with terrifying hair.

“Create your Zwinky!”

 … I don’t think I should discuss my zwinky with strangers.

Website adverts. They’re so amusing and yet irksome.

In addition, I’ve finished The Picture of Dorian Gray, and found it disturbing and really good. Will have to read again in detail, but it seemed like nothing was explained for the first half and then suddenly it was over. And yet somehow that was really good. The characters were believable and fun, and it had some sparkling dialogue.

I look forward to dissecting it for Eng Lit, then… ¬.¬

Oh, and my Shakespearean Insulter would like to tell you that you are an “elvish-mark’d, abortive, root-ing hog”!

Abs x 

Did the test 3 times, got a raccoon each time. Go on, pick me, make sure it’s right.

The Northern Lights books are good, though, I’d forgotten how good.

Abs x

“Ah, right, so we take the Circle line to Victoria. Simple. Here’s the Circle and District bit. And here’s our tube now.”

“Are you absolutely sure, Abs?”

“Yes. Well, 99%. 98?”

“I think it said District line. We have to get to Victoria on time, Abbi.”

“That, Mother dearest, is because the Circle and District lines run together from Paddington to High Street Kensington. Don’t worry your head about it, you’ll hurt yourself. Tsk, District line indeed.”

The next station is Earl’s Court.

“… SHIT.”

“What?”

“We’reontheDistrictLineQUICKGETOFFTHETRAIN.”

“Abbi!”

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“Ask this lady how to get to Victoria, go on.”

“No, Mum, it’s perfectly simple, look, we just double back to Notting Hill Gate and then take the train through to South Kensington, missing out Kensington Olympia, easy, we might even catch our train, now, let’s find another platform…”

“Excuse me, what’s the quickest way to Victoria?”

“That train just about to leave there, Madam, three stops and you’re there.”

“Thanks.”

“… Oh, VICTORIA. We’re going to Victoria? Well, I could have told you that.”

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