Epic Post Is, Indeed, Epic
I don't even know where to start, so I'm going to start by blaming Bradley James and move on to blaming him for everything else from there.
My current non-existence on LJ is due to my current excessive and on-going habit of going on trips every weekend. Or week. Or few days.
It started, sort of, with that epic journey to Kentucky which I shall summarise through the aid of a pie chart.
For illustration purposes, I shall now provide a selection of random photos which best illustrate the joys of my stay. That is to say, a lot of random, a lot of alcohol and a lot of taking pictures of my mini!plastic England and America, as follows.
Upon arrival, I was whisked away to Louisville for the hen night. There was a hotel and some river or other. It was quite pretty...
And even though you might have thought this was America, apparently England is quite at home there too...
This is the house in which Abraham Lincoln's boyfriend lived. The best thing is, I am not joking.
We went to this housing estate that was made up of creepy faux!old homes. It was creepy, so we had beer.
Finally, the day before the wedding (which was the purpose of my trip, nominally) we all went to Churchill Downs where we lost money on the horses and I drank some really nasty drink. Redeemingly, I had a lot of beer.
Here's an interesting thing about America. It was different and it was freaky at times and I have never eaten so much in my life, but it was kind of fun. Even the part where a girl on the hen night nearly got arrested for pissing on a policeman. I would say this though; I really didn't like talking to anyone other than Jen much, because so many people gave me weird looks because of my accent. DON'T JUDGE ME ;__; It was, then, an unusual experience for me to be more quiet than I usually would. However, I get the sneaky suspicion I am cursed to return to that stupid country.
I blame Bradley.
Returning from America, my boss made me stay at home in quarantine in fear from getting Swine flu. Inevitably, I decided therefore this was a brilliant opportunity to visit Leeds Castle. It's an amazing castle...
And it has the added benefits of a Dog Collar Museum...
And a really difficult maze, which took j_apollo and I aaaaages to solve.
Skipping through a Merlin picnic which ended in too much vodka, the beginnings of epic love for the new Star Trek film, and a trip to Barcelona which nearly ended in being outed as a rampant Holmes/Watson shipper to my brother, I then proceeded to go to France for the Epic Weekend of Merlin Fanishness.
My childhood dream of going to Parc Asterix was finally fulfilled, and ASTERIX WAVED AT ME I NEARLY FAINTED OMG.
We also say Zeus's pants as we waited for a ride.
And the blame Bradley thing? It all started when I got completely soaked on Le Big Splishy Splashy ride thingie (not actual name). There is a reason I hate water rides.
Anyway, moving on, there was also some lovely Notre Dame...
And other French things like bread which I ordered from a bakery with my amazing pointing skills, with added "pan!" in case they weren't sure what I wanted. We also drank wine, decided on by whether it had a screw-top or not. Classy.
We went to some other places, like the Medieval museum, the Magic Museum (and Academy) and to Montmarte and the Erotic Art Museum (which shall never be spoken of again), but mostly of course we were excited to finally visit Pierrefonds!
Pierrefonds is incredibly pretty. hils has a very nice recap of what we actually did here and here. (She also has nice Normal Stuff recaps here, here and here again.)
Pierrefonds looks like this. This is away from the man who was pissing in the woods, cock-man, as he became affectionately known.
The castle is breathtaking really. I was very excited, Merlin or no, for I do love castles very deeply.
The courtyard is a lot smaller than you think
Ugly, stripey porcupines decorate some of the walls. Funny how we never see these on the show...
The amazing great hall, and all I take photos of are my boys! IT WAS REALLY HARD TO GET A DECENT PHOTO. (ie. I was too busy thinking about Uther.)
The windows were very beautiful too
"The Disco Crypt". Music, lights, and dead people. And damn it was freezing.
And right next door to the crypt, some of you might recognise this place...
As many of you will already know, when we returned to the castle after lunch for a bit more exploring we were lucky enough to see some filming going on. And yes, we saw Colin and we saw Bradley. And I got sunburnt staring. We didn't really take any photos because we didn't want to get thrown out. All we saw, really, was a lot of peasant molestation and some sneaking around by Merlin. There was unconvincing bread.
yavannauk did however manage to get some good shots of Bradley's arse, for which we are all immensely grateful. Let us consider Bradley. I think of this as his action figure pose, because he really looks a bit plastic here, though of course with articulated limbs.
We may have been caught looking. Bradley gives us stern!face.
Finally, the peasant molestation. Bradley is not keen.
And now I finish, and possibly die, for I have been working on this post all morning.
I blame Bradley.
My current non-existence on LJ is due to my current excessive and on-going habit of going on trips every weekend. Or week. Or few days.
It started, sort of, with that epic journey to Kentucky which I shall summarise through the aid of a pie chart.
For illustration purposes, I shall now provide a selection of random photos which best illustrate the joys of my stay. That is to say, a lot of random, a lot of alcohol and a lot of taking pictures of my mini!plastic England and America, as follows.
Upon arrival, I was whisked away to Louisville for the hen night. There was a hotel and some river or other. It was quite pretty...
And even though you might have thought this was America, apparently England is quite at home there too...
This is the house in which Abraham Lincoln's boyfriend lived. The best thing is, I am not joking.
We went to this housing estate that was made up of creepy faux!old homes. It was creepy, so we had beer.
Finally, the day before the wedding (which was the purpose of my trip, nominally) we all went to Churchill Downs where we lost money on the horses and I drank some really nasty drink. Redeemingly, I had a lot of beer.
Here's an interesting thing about America. It was different and it was freaky at times and I have never eaten so much in my life, but it was kind of fun. Even the part where a girl on the hen night nearly got arrested for pissing on a policeman. I would say this though; I really didn't like talking to anyone other than Jen much, because so many people gave me weird looks because of my accent. DON'T JUDGE ME ;__; It was, then, an unusual experience for me to be more quiet than I usually would. However, I get the sneaky suspicion I am cursed to return to that stupid country.
I blame Bradley.
Returning from America, my boss made me stay at home in quarantine in fear from getting Swine flu. Inevitably, I decided therefore this was a brilliant opportunity to visit Leeds Castle. It's an amazing castle...
And it has the added benefits of a Dog Collar Museum...
And a really difficult maze, which took j_apollo and I aaaaages to solve.
Skipping through a Merlin picnic which ended in too much vodka, the beginnings of epic love for the new Star Trek film, and a trip to Barcelona which nearly ended in being outed as a rampant Holmes/Watson shipper to my brother, I then proceeded to go to France for the Epic Weekend of Merlin Fanishness.
My childhood dream of going to Parc Asterix was finally fulfilled, and ASTERIX WAVED AT ME I NEARLY FAINTED OMG.
We also say Zeus's pants as we waited for a ride.
And the blame Bradley thing? It all started when I got completely soaked on Le Big Splishy Splashy ride thingie (not actual name). There is a reason I hate water rides.
Anyway, moving on, there was also some lovely Notre Dame...
And other French things like bread which I ordered from a bakery with my amazing pointing skills, with added "pan!" in case they weren't sure what I wanted. We also drank wine, decided on by whether it had a screw-top or not. Classy.
We went to some other places, like the Medieval museum, the Magic Museum (and Academy) and to Montmarte and the Erotic Art Museum (which shall never be spoken of again), but mostly of course we were excited to finally visit Pierrefonds!
Pierrefonds is incredibly pretty. hils has a very nice recap of what we actually did here and here. (She also has nice Normal Stuff recaps here, here and here again.)
Pierrefonds looks like this. This is away from the man who was pissing in the woods, cock-man, as he became affectionately known.
The castle is breathtaking really. I was very excited, Merlin or no, for I do love castles very deeply.
The courtyard is a lot smaller than you think
Ugly, stripey porcupines decorate some of the walls. Funny how we never see these on the show...
The amazing great hall, and all I take photos of are my boys! IT WAS REALLY HARD TO GET A DECENT PHOTO. (ie. I was too busy thinking about Uther.)
The windows were very beautiful too
"The Disco Crypt". Music, lights, and dead people. And damn it was freezing.
And right next door to the crypt, some of you might recognise this place...
As many of you will already know, when we returned to the castle after lunch for a bit more exploring we were lucky enough to see some filming going on. And yes, we saw Colin and we saw Bradley. And I got sunburnt staring. We didn't really take any photos because we didn't want to get thrown out. All we saw, really, was a lot of peasant molestation and some sneaking around by Merlin. There was unconvincing bread.
yavannauk did however manage to get some good shots of Bradley's arse, for which we are all immensely grateful. Let us consider Bradley. I think of this as his action figure pose, because he really looks a bit plastic here, though of course with articulated limbs.
We may have been caught looking. Bradley gives us stern!face.
Finally, the peasant molestation. Bradley is not keen.
And now I finish, and possibly die, for I have been working on this post all morning.
I blame Bradley.