Fun With English TV
I'm pretty fond of Richmond, which has rows of those Victorian houses that the English built when they were resting from world domination and needed a break. Also, excellent political coffee shop with good cappuccino and nice table for writing papers. The only thing is, there's constant air travel overhead. We seem to be near some sort of airport. Let's look at the map.
Oh. Heathrow. That explains it.
Well, luckily you can hear me fine, cause I'm on the blog and not the phone, so the background noise is causing you no grief.
"Margaret Tudor" turned out to be just right for this trip. When I have time to knit, it's complex and therefore satisfying, but not so difficult that it's too hard to work on when I'm tired. I do love working on it. This is good, because it may take a long time to finish up. It's pretty fiddly.
And I might not get to it tonight, as I'm working very hard (well, ok, blog writing doesn't count, but except for that) on the paper I need to send off. Conference coming up soon. Moderator of the session needs to read what I'm going to say.
And yay! channel 4! Yay! Nominations tonight on Big Brother! A perfect show to have on while writing, since one doesn't need many brain cells to follow. Channel 4 is so kind to me.
The other night I didn't get much writing done, though, because they were showing an historical program on The Great Fire of London. One of my best buddies has a theory that the Great Fire was started by Christopher Wren -- think about it, she says: who benefited most from the Great Fire? And she has a point, to be sure, Indeed, just before the Great Fire, Wren, who was already renovating St. Paul's, had tried to get permission to tear the whole thing down, cause he thought it needed to be reworked from the ground up. He couldn't get permission. Well! the Great Fire took care of that! Ha!
But, alas, Michelle, sorry sorry sorry, it wasn't Wren. It was the baker in Pudding Lane after all. The forensic team created demonstrations of what happens when flour overheats and self-immolates -- BOOM! Yay, historical forensic team! Yes. AND! The shop next door, which was selling things like metal hooks and eyes and some nice pottery jugs, had barrels and barrels of pitch in the basement, the archaeologists have discovered. BOOM! Up like a bomb!
So. London burnt down. Much property damage, surprisingly few deaths. Christopher Wren rebuilds all the churches, becomes rich and famous.
And what do I think of, watching all this? (Well, except for really enjoying the BOOM! part)
All those documents. Gone.
That's the problem with people such as I. We've got very skewed views of history.
BOOM!
Documents. Gone.
Tomorrow, after (cross fingers here) emailing off the paper and eating my tasty breakfast*, I get to go up to London! During a tube strike!
Oh, my life's just egregiously exciting.
*It's not an English breakfast. It's the sort of breakfast you get in Germany. This is fine by me -- I love those seeded rolls and the little cheeses. It just seems odd. I mean, I'm in Richmond-on-Thames. I expect at least the opportunity to turn down sausages, if not the sausages themselves. Minor point, though, in the face of the tasty seeded rolls and the little cheeses.
Oh. Heathrow. That explains it.
Well, luckily you can hear me fine, cause I'm on the blog and not the phone, so the background noise is causing you no grief.
"Margaret Tudor" turned out to be just right for this trip. When I have time to knit, it's complex and therefore satisfying, but not so difficult that it's too hard to work on when I'm tired. I do love working on it. This is good, because it may take a long time to finish up. It's pretty fiddly.
And I might not get to it tonight, as I'm working very hard (well, ok, blog writing doesn't count, but except for that) on the paper I need to send off. Conference coming up soon. Moderator of the session needs to read what I'm going to say.
And yay! channel 4! Yay! Nominations tonight on Big Brother! A perfect show to have on while writing, since one doesn't need many brain cells to follow. Channel 4 is so kind to me.
The other night I didn't get much writing done, though, because they were showing an historical program on The Great Fire of London. One of my best buddies has a theory that the Great Fire was started by Christopher Wren -- think about it, she says: who benefited most from the Great Fire? And she has a point, to be sure, Indeed, just before the Great Fire, Wren, who was already renovating St. Paul's, had tried to get permission to tear the whole thing down, cause he thought it needed to be reworked from the ground up. He couldn't get permission. Well! the Great Fire took care of that! Ha!
But, alas, Michelle, sorry sorry sorry, it wasn't Wren. It was the baker in Pudding Lane after all. The forensic team created demonstrations of what happens when flour overheats and self-immolates -- BOOM! Yay, historical forensic team! Yes. AND! The shop next door, which was selling things like metal hooks and eyes and some nice pottery jugs, had barrels and barrels of pitch in the basement, the archaeologists have discovered. BOOM! Up like a bomb!
So. London burnt down. Much property damage, surprisingly few deaths. Christopher Wren rebuilds all the churches, becomes rich and famous.
And what do I think of, watching all this? (Well, except for really enjoying the BOOM! part)
All those documents. Gone.
That's the problem with people such as I. We've got very skewed views of history.
BOOM!
Documents. Gone.
Tomorrow, after (cross fingers here) emailing off the paper and eating my tasty breakfast*, I get to go up to London! During a tube strike!
Oh, my life's just egregiously exciting.
*It's not an English breakfast. It's the sort of breakfast you get in Germany. This is fine by me -- I love those seeded rolls and the little cheeses. It just seems odd. I mean, I'm in Richmond-on-Thames. I expect at least the opportunity to turn down sausages, if not the sausages themselves. Minor point, though, in the face of the tasty seeded rolls and the little cheeses.
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