Been feeling totally dull, blah and pointless of late. In an attempt to do something approaching worthwhile I spent much of yesterday uploading the photos from my 2009 trip to the UK for Ali and Mat’s wedding to my Flickr account – which I’ve been meaning to do since the day I got back over two years ago.
The vast majority have no titles, descriptions or geotags – but I’ll work on it over the next few weeks. There’s also one day’s worth of wandering around Leicester left to go up, including my exciting and action packed investigation of the Medieval Packhorse Bridge!*
(*Not guaranteed to be exciting or action packed)
Those should go up this afternoon. In any case if you have an abiding interest in amateur photographs of unidentified English buildings, fields and street signs, please consider my photostream!
Back to work…
The other history of England
There are times that I really struggle to hold my tongue.
On the train this morning I had to endure an emo guy informing one of his friends about English history. Highlights of his lecture included…
- ‘One of’ the King Georges went mad from Syphillus.
- The Saxons were French. They moved to England and thus became Anglo-Saxons.
- King Henry VIII got divorced and married seven times as none of his wives could give him children.
- William the Conqueror invaded in 1045.
- Brittany, Scotland and Ireland all have exactly the same music.
- The Irish and ‘Scotch’ hate the English, while the Welsh love them (because ‘they’re on the same island’).
I was severely tempted to leap out of my seat and beat him around the head with a copy of Macaulay, but instead contented myself with the thought that a single kick would snap both of his skinny-jean clad legs like twigs.