vintage everything; clothes, hats and jewellery, the 20s, 30s and 40s, autumn, history, cigarettes, the obituaries and classics, magic and believing, finding something you thought was lost, those brief periods of sunshine through cloudy days, pretending to be someone else lovely with lola, my room, bath, vintage moet and dark chocolate, gobbets, notebooks filled with big happy dreams, shakespeare in an english accent [anything in an english accent], libraries and books, a thousand white daisies, red shoes, rain, bags of new clothes all lined up on the floor, vogue, tattered magazine cutouts, my herodotus filled with postcards and memories, white dresses with blue satin sashes [snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes], Paris in the 20s, poetry, impressionists, the theatre and falling scraps of coloured crepe, plane tickets, typewriters and cloche hats, limoges tea cups, debating, the history girls, things that are generally ridiculous, english expletives [bollocks sod off you tosspot], great and glorious french food like fromage d'affinois.
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A HYPER CHARISMATIC TELEPATHIC KNIGHT
'A cloak of silence hangs over it, hanging some say, from a clothes hook of conspiracy. Also there beside it, on the hat-rack of betrayal, is a hat, and whose head does it fit? Lee Harvey Oswalds, or was the hat worn by the KGB?, presumably on some sort of roster basis. Only when the owner of both the shroud of mystery and the cloak of silence retrieves these garments with the dry-cleaning ticket of confession, will we know for certain'
'out flew the web and floated wide, the mirror crack'd from side to side, the curse is come upon me cried, the lady of shalott.'
*sigh* what a life (sans guilotine, bien-sur)... if only chomsky, if only.
'57 academics just punched the air.' ah well, i can dream, can't i?
Oh little girl let's get on your shoes
We're gonna hear some sound
C'mon girl you know there ain't no time
To mess around
evie, evie, evie let your hair hang down.
the andrews sisters 'when he plays with bass and guitar they holler beat me daddy, eight to the bar'
ella fitzgerald 'it really ain't nobody's business but my own.' billie holiday 'stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper i love you, birds singin' in the sycamore tree...'
nina simone 'my baby dont care for shows, he don't even care for clothes. my baby just cares for me.'
bing crosby 'give me land lots of land under starry skies above, don't fence me in.'
peggy lee 'pack up all your cares and woe, here i go, singing low, bye bye blackbird.'
count basie 'is you is or is you ain't my baby?'
duke ellington 'just give that rhythm everything you got, it don't mean a thing if you ain't got that swing.'
artie shaw 'you are the breathless hush of evening that trembles on the brink of every song.'
louis jordan 'choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie, take me right back to the track, jack!'
babyshambles 'it's the blood from broken hearts that writes the words to every song.'
the libertines 'whatcha gonna do katie? you're a sweet sweet girl, but its a cruel cruel world'
howling bells 'broken bones may hurt but a broken heart will never mend.'
bob dylan 'your daddy he's an outlaw and a wanderer by trade. he'll teach you how to pick and choose, and how to throw the blade.'
arctic monkeys
regina spektor
razorlight
benny goodman
glen miller and his band
history, it's just one fucking thing after another.
the history boys 'have a heart, he's only five minutes older than we are.'
atonement 'i love you. i'll wait for you. come back to me.'
amelie 'Amelie refuses to get upset for a guy who'll eat borscht all his life in a hat like a tea cozy'
becoming jane *sigh* 'how can you, of all people, dispose of yourself without affection...'
billy elliot 'was there any particular aspect of ballet that caught your attention? *pause* the dancin.'
breakfast at tiffanys 'as miss golightly was saying before she was so rudely interrupted...'
marie antoinette 'oh good, the chickens are out.'
how to steal a million 'you don't honestly think i'd steal something that didn't belong to me, do you?'
gosford park 'bought marmalade, oh dear i call that very feeble.'
much ado about nothing 'need anything beatrice? a short length of lead pipe.'
the darjeeling limited 'you gonna drink that whole bottle of cough syrup? sounds like a pretty fucked way to get high, if you ask me.'
the life aquatic with steve zissou 'By the way, who knocked up the journalist? *pause* i'm not sure...'
chocolat 'who says i can't use a skillet?'
paris je t'aime
pretty in pink
notes on a scandal
any jane austen adaptation
HARRY POTTER! 'of course it's all happening inside your head, harry, but why on earth should that mean it isn't real?'
persuasion 'all the privilege that i can claim for my sex, and it is not an enviable one you need not covet it, is having loved longest when all hope was gone.'
pride and prejudice 'i thought poetry was considered the food of love? Of a fine stout love it may, but if it is only a vague inclination i am convinced that one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead.'
atonement 'the cost of oblivious day dreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.'
circle of friends 'but is she normal? she does seem to fancy you, which doesn't augur well for her state of mind.'
I capture the castle 'i only want to write, and there's no university for that except life.'
the english patient 'the heart is, above all, an organ of fire.'
eucalyptus 'never trust a man who tells stories. For with his tongue he weaves gold that can only turn to rust at the first sign of rain.'
the forsyte saga 'By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men's souls.'
the bell jar 'to the person in the bell jar the world itself is the bad dream.'
the great gatsby 'that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.'
the hitchiker's guide to the galaxy 'charming man, i wish i had a daughter so i could forbid her to marry one.'
alice in wonderland 'it would be so nice if something made sense for a change.'
jasper fforde 'they're rounding up danish authors now and Karen Blixen is next. They'll be prising 'out of africa' out of my cold dead hands. My sentiments exactly.' perfume: the story of a murderer
the time traveller's wife
mrs dalloway
the picture of dorian gray
sense and sensibility
agatha christie
dylan thomas, shakespeare, w.h auden
my herodotus.
stocktake at the library: 'why are all the classics, poetry, french language and fashion books gone?'