Wednesday, 13 August 2014

the harry potter tag

You might or might not know, that I am something of a Harry Potter (dare I say it) fangirl. I started reading the Harry Potter books when I was in primary school, back in the good old days when we could play on pavements outside, when you could have a three course meal and still have change from a five pound note, and when only the first two Harry Potter books had been published. As soon as I picked up Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, I became hooked, and by the time the last book had been published in the summer holidays during the second year of University, I had convinced myself that one day, just one day, I too would receive an Owl from Hogwarts. Of course, and somewhat tragically, that day has never come. But when I saw The Harry Potter Tag on Little Miss Katy's fabulous blog, I knew that I had to get involved. So without further ado, it's time to delve a little further into the wonderful world of Harry Potter.

one : which is your favourite book?
I would imagine that this is akin to asking a parent which of their children is their favourite.  Undoubtedly they have one, but shouldn’t really admit it. So with this in mind, my favourite (Harry Potter book, not child…I don’t have any of those) is The Prisoner of Azkaban. For the simple fact that this is where we first meet the devilishly handsome Sirius Black. I could never believe he was the baddie of the story even when JK was trying to convince you that he was. No flies on me.

two : which is your favourite film?
The Prisoner of Azkaban. Obviously. Sirius.

three : which is your least favourite book?
Again. Parents. Children. But it would have to be The Chamber of Secrets. Apart from the fact this is where Dobby enters into our life, the rest is rather, well, dull.

four : which is your least favourite film?
I don't think you need to be a bona fida Einstein to work out that it is clearly The Chamber of Secrets.

five : which part of the books or films made you cry? 
I can't even talk about when Sirius died. Too heartbreaking. But when Dobby died in the part two of the final film...well...I don't think I've cried so much since Marley and Me.

six : if you could hook up with any character, who would it be?
For the record, I despise the expression, "hook-up". Secondly, as an engaged lady, I hardly think it's appropriate for me to talk about "hooking up" with fictional or non-fictional characters. But since you asked. It's Sirius. Obviously. And by Sirius, I clearly mean Gary Oldman.

seven : who is your favourite character?
God. Really. Why are you even asking me this? But for the point of a diverse answer, I also adore Lucius Malfoy. And Buckbeak.

eight : who is your least favourite character?
Lavender Brown. Pointless.

nine : what is your favourite line?
I just love, all the deep, meaningful quotes, perfectly pinnable quotes, from Harry Potter. One of my favourite is: "Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light". And of course, any time that Snape says Harry Potter. Even in the books.

ten : what would your patronus be?
Dan and I have actually had this conversation before (it's a laugh a minute at the soon to be Pike household), and we've decided it would be an otter. This is primarily because I look like an otter (apparently). Best not to ask.

eleven : if you could have the resurrection stone, invisibility cloak or elder wand, which would you choose?
We all know what happens when you try to cheat death, so clearly, it would have to be the invisibility cloak. It would also be wonderfully useful. Can you imagine if you saw someone you wanted to avoid - one sweep of the cloak and awkwardness avoided.

twelve : which house would you be in?
I'm not brave enough or cool enough to be in Gryffindor. I'm not clever enough to be in Ravenclaw. Hopefully, I'm not mean enough to be in Slytherian (after all, that would be a massive bummer) so Hufflepuff it is. I imagine that's where tea-drinking, book-reading, early-night loving, club-hating, old-before-their-time types would hang out. And I'm okay with that.

thirteen : if you could meet any members of the film cast, who would it be?
Well. This might be a surprise to some of you. But after a lot of thought and careful consideration. I would have to say Gary Oldman. Shocking I know.

fourteen : if you were on the quidditch team, what position would you play?
Team mascot.

fifteen : were you happy with the ending? 
Yes. Apart from that nineteen years later nonsense. In the films it was particularly cringeworthy.

sixteen : how much does harry potter mean to you?
The world. On a string, of course.

Tuesday, 12 August 2014

a sad day

"You don't know about real loss because it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much"

Monday, 11 August 2014

32 monday morning thoughts

one : It's four in the morning. Why can't I sleep?

two : Can crocodiles climb trees? Bear Grills could definitely climb a tree.

three : I have to be up in three hours! Stop thinking about crocodiles. Stop thinking about Bear Grills.

four : Oh god, did I send that email on Friday?

five : What, in the the name of all things sacred, is that noise? How is my alarm going off now?! I have had no sleep.

six : The snooze button is genius. But why is it only nine minutes?

seven : can I snooze again?

eight : Wouldn't it be great to have a tea maid?

nine : JUST GET UP!

ten : Hmm. My hair is greasier than it looked last night. I really, really cannot be bothered to wash it. I know! Dry shampoo to the rescue! Genius.

eleven : Dry shampoo's a bit crap isn't it?

twelve : OH GOD. Why didn't I wash my hair?!?!?!

thirteen : I have nothing to wear.

fourteen : Good grief, I hate Mondays.

fifteen : This tea is cold.

sixteen : Do I have to go to work? I hate work. I hate it.

seventeen : Why didn't I win the lottery on Saturday?

eighteen : I wonder what it would be like if I actually liked my job? Would I like Mondays?

nineteen : How is the Central Line so sweaty already? It's only eight.

twenty : God, I hate Mondays.

twenty one : If I was the Queen, I would ban Mondays.

twenty two : Why hasn't the Queen banned Mondays?

twenty three : I wonder if the Queen likes Mondays?

twenty four : Oh work. Oh soulless, corporate building. This is the place where hope goes to die.

twenty five : If one more person asks me how my weekend was, I'm going home.

twenty six : Get me coffee.

twenty seven : How is it only ten past nine?!

twenty eight : I might not drink tonight. You know, healthy body, healthy mind....oh sod that. It's Monday. Wine is a necessity.

twenty nine : Oh it's a triple roll-over on the Euro Millions tomorrow. Would would I do with twenty four million pounds? I bet I'd like Mondays then. Every day would be a Saturday. Every night would be a Friday night.

thirty : "lovely weekend thanks...very relaxing...and you?"....DON'T CARE, DON'T CARE, DON'T CARE.

thirty one : Is it still Monday?

thirty two : God, I hate Mondays.

Sunday, 10 August 2014

five lovely things

one : a field of poppies, and a small candle light
This week saw the beginning of commemorations to mark one hundred years since World War One. On Monday evening, houses up and down the country turned off all their lights, and lit a candle to remember those who were lost. The poppies that have been planted at the Tower of London are also another part of the WW1 commemorations, and are entirely impressive. Dan and I headed down to have a look, and it is exceptionally moving, and I think, a fitting tribute.

two : the crucible
On Friday evening, I headed over to the Old Vic theatre to see The Crucible. I studied The Crucible when back at school (mere years ago...ahem), and was really excited to see this. Richard Armitage was in the role of John Proctor, and was just exceptional. The whole play was incredible, and the cast were sensational. If you have a chance to go, you really, really must.

three : wait a minute Mr Postman
There's something quite lovely about receiving post, especially when it's not bills, and especially when it's a wedding invitation.

four : writing blues, begone!
I'm not sure what happened this week, but I suddenly leaped up from weeks of struggling, to a good 28,000 words. What's more, I actually told someone other than my family, and dear blog readers, about my plan. Yes, a real person. And they didn't laugh in my face. Happy days.

five : soggy bottoms
This week saw the return of something that I have been waiting for for one year. Yes, the Great British Bake Off is back, with Mary Berry, Sue and Mel, and the rather dashing Paul Hollywood. I adore GBBO. What is not to love? Bezza - yes. Cheesy innuendos - yes. Cake - yes. Lovable eccentrics - yes. Wednesday nights are now officially sofa nights. As if I needed an excuse.