sprezzatura: (Richard Armitage)
This week's meme of choice is "F*ck, chuck or marry", in which participants invite their friends to give them three names between which they have to choose who to hitch, who to ditch and who to... erm... have a one night stand with*. [livejournal.com profile] jfs nominated Richard the Lionheart, Robin Hood and Guy of Gisburn for me and said I could choose which interpretation of the legend the latter two came from. I'm going with Robin of Sherwood, though my choices for f*ck and chuck would be reversed if I opted for that Robin Hood(ie) rubbish my darling daughter informs me is now back on TV. My userpic should be sufficient explanation.

Anyway, in the case of Robin of Sherwood, who to chuck is a complete no-brainer. Gisburn looks passably dashing in his armour, but he is boorish, misogynistic, arrogant, selfish and none too bright. No thank you. This leaves King Richard I and Robin. Robin is romantic, loving, witty and heartstoppingly beautiful, but he's also reckless, has a bit of a hero complex, and let's face it, he's a bloody hippy. The novelty of living rough would wear off the minute he started talking to trees or it started raining or I found a snail in my bed or something. Richard, while lacking the tight trousers and floppy-haired charm of Robin, is the actual king. He is also purportedly homosexual and mostly off doing crusades and stuff so would be unlikely to trouble me much, leaving me free for the occasional illicit liaison with one or other of the outlaws if they wanted to come in from the cold for a bit. In conclusion, shed Gisburn, bed Robin and wed the King, and live happily ever after as long as he didn't find out. Do let me know if you would like to play the game as well, and feel free to leave me an alternative trio in exchange.

This afternoon has become unexpectedly hectic, as I did not find out until (slightly beyond, if I'm honest) the last minute that school closed early today and as such K and her friend E came back an hour before I was expecting them. Consequently I'm off to make Easter eggs and do other nauseatingly Proper Mummy things in a minute, but in the meantime I will leave you with my favourite comedy quote of the week, from my favourite tutor Dr BW. Talking of James I of England, he described his bad dress sense, lack of confindence and generally unimpressive stature, and commented that he might benefit from a change of image. No-one had the heart to correct him when he suggested that the unfortunate monarch should have "had a makeover with Wok". Being well on my way to uncool old fartiness myself I particularly love it when lecturers and similar people try to be down with the kids and get it wrong, so feel free to share your own examples of embarrassing faux pas, particularly if, as I know some of you are, you are a fusty old academic yourself.

*Suitably rhyming euphemisms on a postcard.

Take Five.

Feb. 20th, 2009 02:18 pm
sprezzatura: (Snape)
I have often said that the reason I have never written fiction is because I lack the imagination, and as my recent silence might imply, I am now having the same problem with LJ. Thankfully, a meme has emerged whereby you invite your friends to give you five topics to write about, and this is what [livejournal.com profile] tga selected for me. You know what to do if you want five of your own.

TV talk shows, cars, lesbians, movies and Alan Rickman. Does that sound like the recipe for a good night out? )
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