Monthly Archives: April 2011

The royal wedding… with a twist…

One of the joys of being a monarchist is being able to look forward to the upcoming Royal Wedding… indeed, in The Office there are those of us who are of the opinion that those who are republicans shouldn’t be allowed the bank holiday as it is there only for the wedding.

However, this doesn’t mean we can’t have fun. Now this is an advert for T Mobile (though apparently there are some who haven’t quite twigged on yet), but the lookalikes are very, very good… I’m not even certain that it isn’t the real Archbishop taking part…

My fair lady…

One of my all time favourite musicals is that of ‘My Fair Lady‘ and I have been listening to the 2001 London Cast recording far too much over the last couple of weeks… but as it’s very, very good I’m not complaining. It also has possibly the best closing line of any film.

In the opening song of the musical, Professor Higgens is lamenting to Colonel Pickering about the quality of spoken English; “Hear them down in Soho Square, Dropping aitches everywhere,” and it is so true. I’ve had a few friends who’ve cme from Sarf London and I have trained myself not to to wince as they mangle the language…

But before you think that I’m picking on the people of Sarf London I’m not… well, not only… ;o) I was in my local superstore this week and listing to some of the younger people chatting away in the local accent I really did want to throw some orranges at them to stop… And unlike Professor Higgins where it is the accent; “Hear a Yorkshireman or worse, hear a Cornishman converse,” or, “The Scots and Irish leave you close to tears,” I actually like different accents.

When I went back to Wales this weekend gone I quite enjoyed just sitting back in the pub and listening to people chatting away in their Welsh accent. I like the burr from the South West… the Irish and the Scotish accents I find quite nice… as long as the English used is correct enough that you wouldn’t have to change the spelling to make the written word vaugely like the spoken word.

I mean…. is that too much to ask… or should that be arsk…?? ;o)

Now…. where the devil are my slippers…??

Where no man had gone before…

Fifty years ago today one of the most extraordinary and amazing things of the modern era occurred. Man made his first foray into space when a young Soviet cosmonaut, Yuri Gagarin, was fired through the atmosphere and into the great unknown…

And I’m going to leave it there, simply because I can’t think of enough superlatives to describe the bravery of this man, nor the achievements of the scientists, most of whom are nameless, who managed to successfully not only send Yuri into space but to get him back to Earth in one piece.

Gleeful times…

Whilst I realise it doesn’t make chroniclogical, nor at times narrative, sense, I do enjoy watching the latest US television export that is (can you guess from the title??) of course Glee. I wouldn’t call myself a Gleek or anything, but after weeks upon weeks of X-Factor it’s actually nice to have a show where the songs are well sung. Though if I had a complaint it would be the fact that it doesn’t actually matter where the songs happen to be sung, they are always sung at a studio quality… whether they are sung in the music room, outside, in a large hall, in the halls… but’s that’s the only complaint I’ve got!!

Jane Lynch, who plays the cheerleading coach and usual villain of the series makes this show a joy. I suspect the fact that she gets to totally over act part is only part of the appeal… the other are the genius insults she’s allowed to throw at Matthew Morrison’s character (Will Schuester)…

If you haven’t watched this show I would advise giving it a go, especially if you enjoy songs. Well, songs and truely villainous villains!!