Showing posts with label andy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label andy. Show all posts

Saturday, 27 May 2017

Jaunting to Windsor!

Every time we go to Windsor, we get lost.
We can get there no problem at all, but always get tangled up in the actual place
and end up going around in circles.
We go along a road and I can't guarantee we went down there before,
but I get intense Déjà vu at every turn.

This time we ended up in Eton ... ooooooooh, it was so pretty!
And I haven't a single photo to show.
I would like to go back for a proper look around,
but I don't recall seeing anywhere that looked even remotely like
somewhere you could park. 

Before I go any further though, a cautionary tale ...

Pootle along in your car in your gingham dress with your blonde curls, please do.
(I swear I have this same doll)

But please be aware of bald girls in mop caps ...

See, they are not to be trusted. Look how she's eyeballing Curly!
Curly in her gingham dress is likely going to come a cropper at the hands of Baldy ... 

... like this little lady.
Baldy will testify in doll court, that it was their hair that made her do it.

Anyway ... we were headed not to Windsor castle, but to a motor museum near Windsor, for Andy's birthday. He says thank you for his birthday wishes by the way.

The birthday boy in his gift from me, Ray Ban Clubmaster sunglasses.
Note that he said he would never wear his hair like he does, but oh look, he does and we are getting through combs like you wouldn't believe, as he leaves them in unknown places and they are never seen again. The quest for pomade is also an endless one.

He also said he wasn't keen on Ray Ban sunglasses and look what he requested as a birthday gift...
I wonder what else I can achieve.
(I am trying to coax him back into a vintage U.S mechanics shirt he has)

Anyway, we finally got to the museum ... and had to leave again as they didn't have a card machine, so we ended up at Sainsbury's using their cash point.
Finally back there and, there was a meeting of the Mercedes 190sl owners club in the grounds.

Not a 190sl but rather lovely.

Tis me!
Brown polka dot hair scarf, gift from Kezzie
Old faux pearl and chain drop earrings
Me made smokey quartz necklace.
Jacket, gift from Andy
Gypsy top, ancient!
Wonky Belt, Hell Bunny
Skirt Lindy Bop
Petticoat, eBay
Gloves, vintage
Shoes, charity shop

Most of the cars are film props.

General McArthur's cars I believe.

Other beauties.


One of my absolute favourite cars.
Andy now tells me he would have considered getting one of these.
All is well though, as we have Meirionwen.

Concentration face, me. Crikey I look dishevelled. That's open car windows for you.
If you think this is bad, you should see me after I've been anywhere in Meirionwen.

Mannequin face, Andy.


I saw this in the café area, it was one of many (so many) royal souvenirs on display.
It caused not only me much hilarity, but another couple of visitors too, and yes,
photos were taken by all!
I'm sure you'll agree, that this is on a whole new level when it comes
to commemorative royal tat souvenirs.

I like the idea of HMS Dainty.

But HMS Terror? No thank you!
Mim, look, a ship for your kitties!
And HMS Victory lives in the city I grew up in, Portsmouth!


Our neighbour in the car park.
1962 Ford Thunderbird.

Afterwards, we went to see Meirionwen.
I was feeling artistic.

Meirionwen's Bond-esque interior.

Map light!

Some of Meirionwen's friends ...

It's Helene!
(why yes I do name cars which are nothing to do with me)

Monday, 22 May 2017

Take Another Look, Sonny, It's Gonna Happen Again!

It's been quiet as quiet can be here really.
I have been consuming episodes of Twin Peaks for a while now, as I had never seen it before, not properly anyway, I think I got a little way into series one when I tried before.
So it's been all Twin Peaks and domesticity here.

I knew that with the imminent airing of the new series of Twin Peaks (it aired here at 2am! Must be in sync with the US), that I would be intrigued enough to wish I had seen the original series, so as Sky had it as one of their offered boxsets, I downloaded it to the HD box and dove right in!

I asked Andy if he wanted to watch too and he said no. Now of course that I have finished it, he's pulled 'An Andy'* and wants to see it, so we have a deal. I'll watch the original series (again) with him and will watch the new series as it's aired, but won't delete them, so he can watch those straight off the back of the original series. 

I really enjoyed it, though the final episode got right inside my head and stayed there. Not good for someone who doesn't sleep well and will lie awake imagining all sorts.
A cloudy eyed Laura Palmer running at me screaming through the dark? Yes, that was what I was envisioning at 3am.

My friend Tara asked me early on, as she was a huge fan, who my favourite character was.
I liked Agent Cooper, but he wasn't a favourite, but I was partial to Albert Rosenfield, the forensics specialist.
This is Albert.

But then, I was watching an episode and saw that David Lynch was going to be in it. "Oh really," I thought. And as I got lost in ideas of what sort of character he would play, right on cue, on screen came FBI Regional Bureau Chief Gordon Cole. Within two seconds I'd say, I had pinned him as my favourite. I found his character endlessly endearing and oh so likeable. I loved the scenes between him and Shelly, they were so sweet and this, this scene between Gordon and Dale cracked me up. 

I even got Andy interested in Gordon and ended up calling him in each time he was on screen. I think parts of it subliminally got in his head though, as he can often be found shouting "Coop!" at random times.

I was also very partial to Audrey Horne's clothes, especially in series two. Her fifties style dogs tooth jacket had me swooning!

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Do you like Twin Peaks?
Who's your favourite character?

* 'An Andy':
Without fail, each time he says he isn't interested in a film or at times, a television programme, he will suddenly get interested half way through and I end up starting all over again so he can watch too.
Case in point: I asked last week if he was interested in a particular film I was a little on the fence about recording. He said absolutely not, in no way was he interested. So, I didn't record it and lo and behold, he stayed up one night and said film was on. He started watching, as it was in fact, apparently rather good, but he stopped midway in as he recognised it as the one I asked about and thought I was recording it. I wasn't.
I have now taken to purposely putting things he isn't interested in, on, when he's in the room and otherwise preoccupied, so he can, if he wants, get drawn in from the start. Sneaky!