Gabrielle

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Gabrielle@irmaghad· 11d

Congratulations! I found these in a Melbourne op-shop recently 🤩

I kid you not, these are Dr Who leggings, featuring TARDISes surrounded by golden swirls and explosions and deep space. For 15 bucks!

Gabrielle@irmaghad· 12d

Just saw the film version of The Lychee Road, and loved it. I like to think it’s dedicated to all the earnest public servants out there trying to keep the world turning. Like Kazuo Ishiguro’s Remains of the Day, it’s a warning to think carefully about who and what you serve.

Poster for The Lychee Road shows a bunch of Tang-era officials bouncing off a giant lychee.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· 12d

If Nolan wrote for me, his film would tank. But did I detect subtle nods to the feminist retellings I love? Penelope is a dexterous player dealt a terrible hand. Even Agamemnon understands why Clytemnestra killed him. Circe’s point on male appetites stands. Helen is a pretext, and sorry for it.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· 13d

‘my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.’ AYLI 4.1 #ShakespeareSunday

Vintage-style travel poster designed by RetroSwell showing a giant wave about to engulf a pretty white, red-roofed lighthouse on the cliff at Nazaré.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· 13d

‘When he was by, the birds such pleasure took, That some would sing, some other in their bills Would bring him mulberries and ripe-red cherries; He fed them with his sight, they him with berries’ Venus and Adonis #ShakespeareSunday … and other snacks.

A white cockatoo with a packet of cheetos.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· 14d

That museum is full of extraordinary things, including the bog butter. Yours is more beautiful though.

A slab of bog butter, looking very much like a slab of weathered concrete.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· 20d

‘Fates, we will know your pleasures’ Julius Caesar 3.1 #ShakespeareSunday

Gabrielle@irmaghad· 20d

‘Welcome, dread Fury, to my woeful house’ Titus Andronicus 5.2 #ShakespeareSunday

Ariadne and the Furies, from the funniest scene in KAOS. Oh what might have been if Netflix weren’t such fuckwits.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· 20d

‘The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth’ Troilus and Cressida 5.8 #ShakespeareSunday

The painter Evelyn de Morgan imagines night with her black cloak guiding her son sleep with his poppies, floating over the land.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· 20d

"These old fellows Have their ingratitude in them hereditary: Their blood is caked, 'tis cold, it seldom flows; 'Tis lack of kindly warmth they are not kind; And nature, as it grows again toward earth, Is fashion'd for the journey, dull and heavy." - Timon, 2.2. #ShakespeareSunday

Winnie and Pooh, walking together. Text reads:

"Is he dead yet?" asked Piglet.
"No," said Pooh.
"Fuck," said Piglet.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· 28d

“Deep Bone” Terry Pratchett just made me laugh out loud again 🖤

‘I’m not a thief, friend,’ said the shadows. ‘Who’s there?’ ‘Do you know what’s good for you?’ ‘Er … yes. Healthy exercise, regular meals, a good night’s sleep.’ William stared at the long lines of loose-boxes. ‘I think what you meant to ask was: do I know what’s bad for me, in the general context of blunt instruments and sharp edges. Yes?’ ‘Broadly, yes. No, don’t move, mister. You stand where I can see you and no harm will come to you.’ William analysed this. ‘Yes, but if I stand where you can’t see me, I don’t see how any harm could come to me there, either.’ Something sighed. ‘Look, meet me halfway here— No! Don’t move!’ ‘But you said to—’ ‘Just stand still and shut up and listen, will you?’ ‘All right.’ ‘I am hearing where there’s a certain dog that people are lookin’ for,’ said the mystery voice. ‘Ah. Yes. The Watch want him, yes. And …?’ William thought he could just make out a slightly darker shape. More importantly, he could smell a Smell, even above the general background odour of the horses. ‘Ron?’ he said. ‘Do I sound like Ron?’ said the voice. ‘Not … exactly. So who am I talking to?’ ‘You can call me … Deep Bone.’ ‘Deep Bone?’ ‘Anything wrong with that?’ ‘I suppose not. What can I do for you, Mr Bone?’

Gabrielle@irmaghad· Jul 16

Beautiful! There are similar buildings on the tops of mountains in northern Portugal:

A series of round stone walls, surrounded by trees. This is at the excavated Iron Age Celtic site Citânia de Briteiros, near Braga.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· Jul 5

God knows, my son,  By what by-paths and indirect crook'd ways  I met this crown; and I myself know well  How troublesome it sat upon my head:  To thee it shall descend with better quiet’ Henry IV Part 2, 4.5 #ShakespeareSunday 🧵

Jeremy Irons as an aged Henry IV, brooding.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· Jun 21

‘See, sons, what things you are! For this the foolish over-careful fathers  Have broke their sleep with thoughts,  Their brains with care, their bones with industry… HIV II 4.5 #ShakespeareSunday

Jeremy Irons as Henry IV, looking pensive.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· Jun 7

‘Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,  All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.’ Brave Emilia, about to dob in her evil husband, Iago. Othello 5.2 #ShakespeareSunday

Gabrielle@irmaghad· Jun 5

Make a Dr Who title less scary (and in my case also less professional)

Dr Who title reads ‘Planet of the (Spiders) Quokkas).

Gabrielle@irmaghad· Jun 4

Me too! They’re beautiful trained up a wire fence.

Multicoloured sweet peas held up by a wire fence.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· May 31

‘There's daggers in men's smiles’ Macbeth 2.3 #ShakespeareSunday

Gabrielle@irmaghad· May 20

I love the Vimes boot analogy, but I do think the crab bucket warrants more attention. GNU Terry Pratchett.

Text from Unseen Academicals reads:

“ings, where she sold whelks, shrimps, leather crabs, blossom prawns, monkey clams and her famous hot fish sticks.
Glenda often bought from her; there was the kind of respect you give to an equal who is, crucially, no threat to your own position.
"Going to the big bun fight, girls?' said Verity cheerfully, waving a halibut at them.
"Yes,' said Juliet proudly.
'What, both of you?' said Verity, with a glance towards Glenda, who said, firmly, The Night Kitchen is expanding
'Oh well, so long as you're having fun,' said Verity, looking, in theory, from one to the other. 'Here, have one of these, they're lovely. My treat!
She reached down and picked a crab out of a bucket. As it came up it turned out that three more were hanging on to it.
'A crab necklace?' giggled Juliet.
'Oh, that's crabs for you, said Verity, disentangling the ones who had hitched a ride. 'Thick as planks, the lot of them. That's why you can keep them in a bucket without a lid. Any that tries to get out gets pulled back. Yes, as thick as planks! Verity held the crab over an ominously bubbling cauldron. 'Shall I cook it for you now?
'No! said Glenda, much louder than she had intended.
'Are you okay, dear?' Verity enquired. 'You look a bit ill I'm fine. Fine. Just a touch of a sore throat, that's all! Crab bucket, she thought. I thought Pepe was talking nonsense. 'Erm, can you just truss it up for us? It's going to be a long night
"Right you are,' said Miss Pushpram, expertly wrapping the unresisting crab in twine. 'You know what to do, that's certain.
Lovely crabs, these, real good eating. But thick as planks”

Text reads:

“Crab bucket, thought Glenda as they hurried towards the Night Kitchen. That's how it works. People from the Sisters disapproving when a girl takes the trolley bus. That's crab bucket. Practically everything my mum ever told me, that's crab bucket. Practically everything I've ever told Juliet, that's crab bucket, too. Maybe it's just another word for the Shove. It's so nice and warm on the inside that you forget that there's an outside. The worst of it is, the crab that mostly keeps you down is you ... The realization had her mind on fire.
A lot hinges on the fact that, in most circumstances, people are not allowed to hit you with a mallet. They put up all kinds of visible and invisible signs that say 'Do not do this' in the hope that it'll work, but if it doesn't, then they shrug, because there is, really, no real mallet at all. Look at Juliet talking to all those nobby ladies. She didn't know that she shouldn't talk to them like that. And it worked! Nobody hit her on the head with a hammer.
And custom and practice as embodied by Mrs Whitlow was that the Night Kitchen staff should not go above stairs, to where the light was comparatively clean and had not already been through a lot of other eyeballs. Well, Glenda had done that, and nothing bad had happened, had it? So now Glenda strode towards the Great Hall, her serviceable shoes hitting the floor enough to hurt. The Day girls said nothing as she marched in behind them. There was nothing for them to say. The real unwritten rule was that girls on the dumpy side didn't serve at table when guests were present, and Glenda had decided tonight that she couldn't read unwritten rules. Besides, there was a row already going on. The servants who were laying out the cutlery were trying to keep an eye on it, which subsequently meant that more than one guest had to eat with two spoons.”

Gabrielle@irmaghad· May 16

For some must watch, while some must sleep: So runs the world away. Hamlet 3.2 #ShakespeareSunday

Cover of Sir Terry Pratchett’s Night Watch.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· May 13

Except if you’re Terry Pratchett, his vampires are something else entirely.

From The Fifth Elephant:

“It wasn't what he'd expected. Vampires weren't supposed to wear pearls, or jumpers in pink. In Vimes's world they didn't wear sensible flat shoes, either. Or have a sitting room in which every conceivable piece of furniture was upholstered in chintz. Lady Margolotta looked like someone's mother, although possibly someone who'd had an expensive education and a pony called Fidget. She moved like someone who had grown used to her body and, in general, looked like what Vimes had heard described as 'a woman of a certain age’. He'd never been quite certain what age that was. But ... things weren't quite right. There were bats embroidered on the pink jumper, and the pattern on the furniture had a sort of ... bat look.”

Gabrielle@irmaghad· May 10

GORDON’S ALIVE!!!

Brian Blessed as Prince Voltron (or possibly himself) in Flash Gordon.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· May 3

‘thrice-crowned queen of night’ AYLI 3.2 #ShakespeareSunday

Ancient sculpture of the three-faced goddess of the crossroads, Hecate.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· Apr 28

I didn’t even realise it was Terry Pratchett’s birthday when I decided to buy all the books featuring Vetinari yesterday. Just felt the urge. I love Vetinari, but find myself strangely fascinated by the actions of one Nobby Nobbs. Love to all celebrating the work of a great writer today ♥️ Enjoy!

‘’ullo, Mr Keel,’ said a glutinous voice. He looked down beside him. There, still wearing his hugely oversize coat but now with the addition of a helmet much too large for him, was Nobby Nobbs. ‘How did you get there, Nobby?’ ‘My mum says I’m insidious,’ said Nobby, grinning. A concertina sleeve rose to the vicinity of Nobby’s head, and Vimes realized that somewhere in there was a salute. ‘She’s right,’ said Vimes. ‘So, where—’ ‘’m a acting constable now, sarge,’ said Nobby. ‘Mr Colon said so. Gave me a spare helmet. ’m carvin’ meself a badge out of, of— what’s that, like, waxy, kind of like candles but you can’t eat it?’ ‘Soap, Nobby. Remember the word.’ ‘Right, sarge. Then I’m gonna carve a—’ ‘Where have the barricades gone, Nobby?’ ‘That’ll cost—’ ‘I am your sergeant, Nobby. We are not in a financial relationship. Tell me where the bloody barricades are!’ ‘Um … prob’ly nearly to Short Street, sarge. It’s all got a bit … metaphysical, sarge.’

Gabrielle@irmaghad· Apr 24

And I thought the Australian mullet was the last word in haircuts. Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of Portugal, António José Seguro.

How do I describe this childhood haircut. It’s like Shirley Temple wandered into the shearing shed. Very cute, but leaves you wondering whether an adult was involved.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· Apr 24

Good advice, and not just for the Portuguese: “Don’t worry about where to bury my body. Concern yourselves with those who want to bury what I helped to build.” Feliz 25 de Abril, Portugal ♥️

“Não se preocupem com o local onde sepultar o meu corpo. Preocupem-se é com aqueles que querem sepultar o que ajudei a construir.”

“Don’t worry about where to bury my body. Concern yourselves with those who want to bury what I helped to build.”

Deadset legend Salgueiro Maia, and possibly the jaw of deadset legend Ramalho Eanes.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· Apr 14

Para o infinito e além (e volta)! A cortiça portuguesa foi essencial na Ártemis II.

Sobreiro (coberto de musgo, porque é do Minho 😂)

Uma rolha a saltar de uma garrafa de champanhe.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· Apr 12

The ineffable Terry Pratchett, from Moving Pictures.

Text reads: Over Holy Wood, the stars were out. They were huge balls of hydrogen heated to millions of degrees, so hot they could not even burn. Many of them would swell enormously before they died, and then shrink to tiny, resentful dwarfs remembered only by sentimental astronomers. In the meantime, they glowed because of metamorphoses beyond the reach of alchemists, and turned mere boring elements into pure light.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· Apr 11

Is there anything more beautiful than a quince in blossom? I think not. 🌱

All these images are delicate pink quince blossoms floating above lime green leaves.

Gabrielle@irmaghad· Apr 11

‘And then the moon, like to a silver bow New bent in heaven, shall behold the night’ AMND 1.1 #ShakespeareSunday