Hullo, peoplefolk. I, sir, am blumin' knackered.
This is the part where I could choose to tell you why, or leave you guessing from some obscure, ridiculous hints- but that kid cheats like a bitch at Ludo.
Paps made banana wine. Luffly stuff, chaps. Bit strong.
Anyways, I won an award this week. For excellence and attainment in modern foreign languages. So thanks, Pat Neale! I owe you one, man. This was at a presentation evening, which I had to be at (Head Girl and whatnot), and let me tell you- between you and me- I took every ounce of effort to smile at so many grumpy parents who didn't want to be there.
If I Saw You In Heaven, Eric Clapton. Lord above, it makes me cry. He lives over the beach at Porth Kidney. Porth Kidney is my favourite place in the whole world. Now, I must make this a little bit more serious. Just this once. I'm not sure if that's what the boys would have wanted, though. So I'll try to keep it light.
Joe and Lou are twenty tomorrow. If I Saw You In Heaven- paps still can't listen to it. The boys passed away as babies, and the whole thing deeply upset my parents- as you can imagine. But we grew up always knowing their names like older brothers, and I think they'd have been a right laugh, expecially if they'd turned out anything like paps. Maybe we'd have had to have put up with spiders being thrown at us and other assorted laddish traits, still...wherever they are now, I'm sure they're doing just fine. And although I might not have known them in life, I think I know them all the better for the thought over the years. So, if I forget to say it tomorrow- happy birthday, guys. Don't drink too much.
-Daphne.
Friday, 28 September 2012
Monday, 17 September 2012
Dave From A Registered Charity, Goldfish Eyes, And The Crapmobile.
"Hullo, can I speak to a uh... *stutters over my father's last name a few times*?" "Ah, no, I'm afraid he's not around, can I take a message?" "Uhm, who is this?" "Well, I might ask you the same question, sir. His daughter." "Oh, then tell him it's Dave from a registered charity." "We'll see, Dave from a registered charity, we'll see."
Some people.
Huzzah, peoplefolk, it's me. Just twentyseven days later than last time it was me and I was whittering on about GI Jive Hour or something. Seriously though, the 1940s UK Radio Station... so much love.
Now, there three key thoughts on my end today:
1. A woman with goldfish eyes insisted of picturegraphing me in my uniform in a very unatural position. Nobody poses like that, woman. Nobody. We won't go into the details, but it involved rolling my sleeves down so I didn't agree with it.
2. Builders. I love builders. It seems they mostly drink tea, and talk down their phones, but suddenly infrastructure appears at their finger tips.
3. As I was crossing the road, a young man who looked a little...spaced out... drove past with banging fairground music blaring from his crapmobile. Resisted the urge to skip in circles.
Love, luck, tea.
Daphne.
Some people.
Huzzah, peoplefolk, it's me. Just twentyseven days later than last time it was me and I was whittering on about GI Jive Hour or something. Seriously though, the 1940s UK Radio Station... so much love.
Now, there three key thoughts on my end today:
1. A woman with goldfish eyes insisted of picturegraphing me in my uniform in a very unatural position. Nobody poses like that, woman. Nobody. We won't go into the details, but it involved rolling my sleeves down so I didn't agree with it.
2. Builders. I love builders. It seems they mostly drink tea, and talk down their phones, but suddenly infrastructure appears at their finger tips.
3. As I was crossing the road, a young man who looked a little...spaced out... drove past with banging fairground music blaring from his crapmobile. Resisted the urge to skip in circles.
Love, luck, tea.
Daphne.
Thursday, 30 August 2012
GI Jive Hour, 'Burlesque Interpretation', And Money That I Haven't Got.
Evening, you lot. I've been listening to this for six hours http://www.1940sukradio.co.uk/ and I'm not sure if I can stop. Eventually I won't be able to talk, I'll be be a mess of big band music, GI Jive Hour, and American war bonds advertisements. So I'm looking forward to that.
I was going to do something really worthwhile today. I ended up spending a few hours learning German and spent the rest of the day looking for WAAF uniform bits and pieces on t'interweb, I won't lie to you, I'm going to have to get a real job to afford it. But I so want it all. It's very difficult to come by uniforms for sale, they're all hired or 'burlesque interpretation' (which is basically world war two for strippers). So, people, any WAAF uniforms for sale, you let me know, oui?
Other than that it was the general vintage shopping with money I haven't got. Look at where I spend the money I don't have, and you won't blame me http://www.lovemissdaisy.com/ . I AM IN LOVE. I love Love Miss Daisy so, so, so much. I just...mah. The way to my heart, if ever there was one, is through a)uniform or b)old things - but not in the Hugh Hefner sort of way... as in... old radios, and rifles, and posters and whatnot. Anyway if I wanted Hugh Hefner, I suppose I'd have to spend the squids that I haven't got on 'burlesque interpretation WAAF uniforms'.
That's all, chaps.
Just one last thing, this is the chorus of a song I just heard on the afore mentioned radio.
"You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean, so cheer up my lads, bless 'em all."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYPrwor7Yps
Worth some thought, I reckon.
Daphne.
I was going to do something really worthwhile today. I ended up spending a few hours learning German and spent the rest of the day looking for WAAF uniform bits and pieces on t'interweb, I won't lie to you, I'm going to have to get a real job to afford it. But I so want it all. It's very difficult to come by uniforms for sale, they're all hired or 'burlesque interpretation' (which is basically world war two for strippers). So, people, any WAAF uniforms for sale, you let me know, oui?
Other than that it was the general vintage shopping with money I haven't got. Look at where I spend the money I don't have, and you won't blame me http://www.lovemissdaisy.com/ . I AM IN LOVE. I love Love Miss Daisy so, so, so much. I just...mah. The way to my heart, if ever there was one, is through a)uniform or b)old things - but not in the Hugh Hefner sort of way... as in... old radios, and rifles, and posters and whatnot. Anyway if I wanted Hugh Hefner, I suppose I'd have to spend the squids that I haven't got on 'burlesque interpretation WAAF uniforms'.
That's all, chaps.
Just one last thing, this is the chorus of a song I just heard on the afore mentioned radio.
"You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean, so cheer up my lads, bless 'em all."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYPrwor7Yps
Worth some thought, I reckon.
Daphne.
Wednesday, 22 August 2012
Latin, Hipsters, and Beethoven.
Hallo, my humanfolk. I would attempt the "what's cracka-lackin'?" thing but unfortunately I'm not feeling very American today. Do try it yourself if it floats your boat.
It is currently 9.51PM, 22nd August. Do you know what day it is tomorrow? The day I find out whether the sour invigilator was right to be giving me bitter "get on with your paper" eyes last June during my Latin exams...cross your fingers for me, eh? English, Maths, Science, French and Latin to be worrying about tomorrow. And we're only half way through, people.
The thing is, aside from my slight lack of German (with which I'm taking the exam next June, with a bit of luck, and flattery around my French teacher), languages are good with me. Usually. So hopefully Latin will be fine, it's just that I feel like I've forgotten the past four years of learning and chanting verb conjugations, and noun endings in six weeks. I'll have to read the Aeneid on t'interwebs to wake myself up in September. That'll be fun. I'm not reading the whole bloody thing, of course. Just the bit about "so run my she-goats, run" because that bit always make me giggle for some reason. Heheh. Okay, so enough of that, because I know you're bored of my academic misadventure.
A really good band you lot need to listen to is Of Monsters And Men. Such a great band. Little Talks, and Dirty Paws are good to get started with. I'm NOT a hipster. But trust me, these are good. Down with hipsters. I have to bite my tongue when I see them. They're so hipster they're mainstream. C'mon, bro, there's no need for the knitted hat. I know our summers aren't great, and all, but really? A hat? A knitted hat, at that? Sigh. And as for your oversized glasses with no glass in them... get rid of them. I'm going to go on a snapping-your-stupid-bloody-hipster-glasses spree, and if you get in my way, I'll cut up all your frickin' multicoloured braces. I won't even go into "I did it before it was cool", 'cause you know who really did it before it was cool? This guy. Beethoven wrote his own music before it was cool.
Daphne.
It is currently 9.51PM, 22nd August. Do you know what day it is tomorrow? The day I find out whether the sour invigilator was right to be giving me bitter "get on with your paper" eyes last June during my Latin exams...cross your fingers for me, eh? English, Maths, Science, French and Latin to be worrying about tomorrow. And we're only half way through, people.
The thing is, aside from my slight lack of German (with which I'm taking the exam next June, with a bit of luck, and flattery around my French teacher), languages are good with me. Usually. So hopefully Latin will be fine, it's just that I feel like I've forgotten the past four years of learning and chanting verb conjugations, and noun endings in six weeks. I'll have to read the Aeneid on t'interwebs to wake myself up in September. That'll be fun. I'm not reading the whole bloody thing, of course. Just the bit about "so run my she-goats, run" because that bit always make me giggle for some reason. Heheh. Okay, so enough of that, because I know you're bored of my academic misadventure.
A really good band you lot need to listen to is Of Monsters And Men. Such a great band. Little Talks, and Dirty Paws are good to get started with. I'm NOT a hipster. But trust me, these are good. Down with hipsters. I have to bite my tongue when I see them. They're so hipster they're mainstream. C'mon, bro, there's no need for the knitted hat. I know our summers aren't great, and all, but really? A hat? A knitted hat, at that? Sigh. And as for your oversized glasses with no glass in them... get rid of them. I'm going to go on a snapping-your-stupid-bloody-hipster-glasses spree, and if you get in my way, I'll cut up all your frickin' multicoloured braces. I won't even go into "I did it before it was cool", 'cause you know who really did it before it was cool? This guy. Beethoven wrote his own music before it was cool.
Daphne.
Saturday, 18 August 2012
453rd AAA AW Battalion.
'Allo, 'allo, 'allo.
Last night I went to bed with a list of things I knew I needed to do today. I went to bed all like "Yeah! Damn right I'll do all that work and feel like I've achieved something tomorrow! Nothing's gonna stop me, man, I'm a freakin' machine!" And then this morning I woke up with super-villain hair, one eye bigger than the other, cursing the sun and the chirpy birds. That list I'd thought of had been mentally torn apart with my teeth, whilst reciting an indiginous hunting chant of some sort. Well, that's what it felt like, any way. I started reading Lord Of The Flies for my English work in September. That was gripping.
Inevitably, I put that down.
You know, there's this little pill box in a field a few hundred yards from my house. One from the second world war. Mum reckons it's haunted, and my dog doesn't like it either. There's definitely something weird about it. So after I had finished exploring inside (it was pretty much empty except for an old mat at the entrance) I went back to t'interwebs to find out which US army bn. had been camped in Maiden Newton during the second world war. I looked through all the records and whatnot and apparently there were the 453rd AAA AW Battalion and 55th Quarter Master Base Depot. With my pro interweb 'intense research' I even found pictures of them training in Fort Something-or-other in America. Nifty, eh?
Instead of German we studied the 453rd AAA AW Bn today, chaps. And it was lovely, sir.
Daphne.
Last night I went to bed with a list of things I knew I needed to do today. I went to bed all like "Yeah! Damn right I'll do all that work and feel like I've achieved something tomorrow! Nothing's gonna stop me, man, I'm a freakin' machine!" And then this morning I woke up with super-villain hair, one eye bigger than the other, cursing the sun and the chirpy birds. That list I'd thought of had been mentally torn apart with my teeth, whilst reciting an indiginous hunting chant of some sort. Well, that's what it felt like, any way. I started reading Lord Of The Flies for my English work in September. That was gripping.
Inevitably, I put that down.
You know, there's this little pill box in a field a few hundred yards from my house. One from the second world war. Mum reckons it's haunted, and my dog doesn't like it either. There's definitely something weird about it. So after I had finished exploring inside (it was pretty much empty except for an old mat at the entrance) I went back to t'interwebs to find out which US army bn. had been camped in Maiden Newton during the second world war. I looked through all the records and whatnot and apparently there were the 453rd AAA AW Battalion and 55th Quarter Master Base Depot. With my pro interweb 'intense research' I even found pictures of them training in Fort Something-or-other in America. Nifty, eh?
Instead of German we studied the 453rd AAA AW Bn today, chaps. And it was lovely, sir.
Daphne.
Sunday, 12 August 2012
Russia, Coursework, 1940s Radio, and Boris Johnson. Four things... I'm just screwing with you now, aren't I?
So, apparently I have a greater audience in Russia now. It's a good day for everyone.
Today I sat my desk for six hours and wrote out a whole bunch of coursework pieces for my German studying-malarky. Had a positively smashing row with the Kellen who proceeded to demonstrate his manliness by deleting our 'friendship' on the Bookface. I ask you. Nevermind, my pretties, I can't say I really care that much. Oh, chaps, I also had the great fortune to stumble upon the most delicious radio station ever. It runs on donations and the money they make from advertising on their website, but it plays music between 1920 and the end of the war. I completely adore it, I listened to it all day. I'll put the link at the bottom, it's definitely worth listening to. Put it on your list of "Things to do to make Daffers love me."
Do you know who I love? Boris Johnson.
http://www.1940sukradio.co.uk/
Today I sat my desk for six hours and wrote out a whole bunch of coursework pieces for my German studying-malarky. Had a positively smashing row with the Kellen who proceeded to demonstrate his manliness by deleting our 'friendship' on the Bookface. I ask you. Nevermind, my pretties, I can't say I really care that much. Oh, chaps, I also had the great fortune to stumble upon the most delicious radio station ever. It runs on donations and the money they make from advertising on their website, but it plays music between 1920 and the end of the war. I completely adore it, I listened to it all day. I'll put the link at the bottom, it's definitely worth listening to. Put it on your list of "Things to do to make Daffers love me."
Do you know who I love? Boris Johnson.
http://www.1940sukradio.co.uk/
Thursday, 9 August 2012
The Macarena, Dig For Victory, and Twentyseven Squids.
Good morning, you lot. Good afternoon, evening, whatever...
I learnt the Spanish bit in The Macarena, but I have no German coursework yet...Los Del Rio +1 German 0. Bugger.
It's okay, it's okay, I'll have most of it done by the end of the summer, trust me.
So, I have news. You remember I published those photos last week? Of Maiden Newton At War? Yes? Well, next weekend there's something just like that in Wiltshire called 'Dig For Victory'. Free admission, peoplefolk. Look: http://www.dig-for-victory.com/EVENT-DETAILS-2012
So, I'll try to be there, you know me and a man in uniform. Wink wink, nudge nudge.
Finally I have the hair and makeup down to about 25 minutes...say what you like, but I was bloody pleased... Unfortunately, after spending twentyseven squids, I had to let my Navy uniform go. That's the last time I go to questionnable websites for that sort of thing. What shall I wear this time around, hmm? Ideas?
Also, my friend Acacia has a penchant for the Swiss. Just to let you know.
Daphne.
I learnt the Spanish bit in The Macarena, but I have no German coursework yet...Los Del Rio +1 German 0. Bugger.
It's okay, it's okay, I'll have most of it done by the end of the summer, trust me.
So, I have news. You remember I published those photos last week? Of Maiden Newton At War? Yes? Well, next weekend there's something just like that in Wiltshire called 'Dig For Victory'. Free admission, peoplefolk. Look: http://www.dig-for-victory.com/EVENT-DETAILS-2012
So, I'll try to be there, you know me and a man in uniform. Wink wink, nudge nudge.
Finally I have the hair and makeup down to about 25 minutes...say what you like, but I was bloody pleased... Unfortunately, after spending twentyseven squids, I had to let my Navy uniform go. That's the last time I go to questionnable websites for that sort of thing. What shall I wear this time around, hmm? Ideas?
Also, my friend Acacia has a penchant for the Swiss. Just to let you know.
Daphne.
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