Sorting through Dad’s hoard #11: Watership Down

“All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.” I don’t remember a specific moment when…

Banished Recap, Episode 4, Part 1

Be warned; while I love this series, it sometimes drives me to profanity. Or else I just imagine the characters swearing because it’s funny. A new day has dawned in the Australian bush. The sun is shining. Birds are tweeting. What I presume to be a kookaburra is sitting in what I presume is the…

Sorting through Dad’s hoard #10: Cyrano de Bergerac

It was one of Dad’s fondest hopes that we would one day be able to read great classics in their original languages. It is one of my fondest hopes that, one day, I will fulfil his hope. Foreign languages were never one of my strong points. *side-eyes Duo Linguo* The 1990 version of Edmond Rostand’s Cyrano…

Sorting Through Dad’s Hoard #8: M.R. James

Dad would usually read us M.R. James’s ghost stories in the evenings, after dinner and homework and sundry other bits were done; he’d occasionally play recorded versions of several of the stories, read by Michael Horden. I always preferred Dad’s narration, the way he’d growl for the villains and gruffer types, or use a slightly…

Sorting through Dad’s hoard #7: The Midwich Cuckoos

  Dad spoiled the ending of this book long before I ever got around to reading it. And I’m going to spoil it for you too, HA!!! One day when we were intruding into his study, he got onto the subject of the film version (the 1960 version, The Village of the Damned – because apparently…

Day 17, August 4th -First day of foot trek!

Well, nine’s not too bad a start, is it? Of course not! We are quite disorganised. First it took us a while to get our stuff packed up into our rucksacks, and then the wranglers had to help mop up a sauce bottle that had cracked inside one of the bags. When we finally got…

Sorting through Dad’s hoard, part 6: The Day of the Triffids

  Dad may not have been interested in vampires and monsters, but he loved more subtle types of horror. He recommended plots and stories that could feasibly happen, and were all the more creepy for it. “There’s a book,” he told us once, “which starts with everyone on the planet staying up late to watch…

Further thoughts on ‘The Rover’ at the RSC.

1: This is less a formal review than an informal expansion of my thoughts upon seeing this production. Expect possible silliness. 2: This is also relatively long, since there is a lot I’ve needed to say ever since seeing the play. How many words beginning with R can I use to describe The Rover, written by Aphra…

Sorting through Dad’s hoard, part 5: Saki

I couldn’t have been older than eight when Dad sat me down to read me a story. The story was called Sredni Vashtar. The main (really only proper) character was a young, frail Edwardian boy named Conradin, living with a domineering female cousin, who seemed determined to joylessly coddle, thwart and repress him into the…

Day 16, August 3rd – In the valley of the goats

Today was our last day of riding – I am really glad of it. My legs have been chafed by being in the saddle, and there’s a spot or two on my leg that’s been rubbed raw and which I have to take care to keep clean and sterilised, using precious plasters. Some of the…

BBC Banished, Episode 3 recap

While I do honestly love this series, this episode drives me to vulgarity on occasion. It’s how I show I care! Plus I occasionally put swear words in the mouths of the characters. You know they were thinking them anyway. We start as we ended the last episode, with a body. Okay, now I believe…