lykuh:

>my face when Americans call chips “french fries”
>my face when Americans call crisps “chips”
>my face when Americans call lifts “elevators”
>my face when Americans call chocolate globbernaughts “candy bars”
>my face when Americans call merry fizzlebombs “fireworks”
>my face when Americans call wunderbahboxes a “computer”
>my face when Americans call meat water “gravy”
>my face when Americans call electro-rope “power cables”
>my face when Americans call beef wellington ensemble with lettuce a “burger”
>my face when Americans call whimsy flimsy mark and scribblies “pens”
>my face when Americans call twisting plankhandles “doorknobs”
>my face when Americans call breaddystack a “sandwich”
>my face when Americans call their hoghity toghity tippy typers “keyboards”
>my face when Americans call nutty-gum and fruit spleggings “PB&J”
>my face when Americans call an upsy stairsy an “escalator”
>my face when Americans call a knittedy wittedy sheepity sleepity a “sweater”
>my face when Americans call a rickity-pop a “gear shift”
>my face when Americans call a choco chip bucky wicky a “cookie”
>my face when Americans call peepee friction pleasure “sex”
>my face when Americans call a pip pip gollywock a “screwdriver”
>my face when Americans call a rooty tooty point-n-shooty a “gun” 
>my face when Americans call ceiling-bright a “lightbulb”
>my face when Americans call blimpy bounce bounce a “ball”
>my face when Americans call a slippery dippery long reppy a “snake”
>my face when Americans call cobble-stone-clippity-clops “roads”

nevver:

The Londoner Christmas Games

The Grant Museum of Zoology and Comparative Anatomy, 1880.

They have a set of Dodo bones.  UCL CAN CLONE A DODO.

nevver:

The Londonist

Words to live by.

heyoscarwilde:

British at ❤

illustration by Tom Trager :: via flickr.com

leivos:

secret02 by Yao Mu-mu

London is already starting to gear up for Christmas - no lie.  Oxford Street has been decked out in lights, John Lewis started selling decorations on October 1, and Marks and Spencers is already selling mince pies.

Chill out, London.  ’Tis not the season just quite yet.

Last night I discovered another perk to living in London.  Guess which film is coming out on October 26, almost two months before it’s US release?

THIS FILM.

For those of you who don’t know, I’m a massive Tintin nerd.  As a child, I read every single Tintin available in the States.  The Secret of the Unicorn and Red Rackham’s Treasure are two of my favorite story lines (as well as Tintin and the Blue Lotus, Tintin and the Picaros, Tintin in Tibet, and the Black Island), so you can bet I’ll be there next week when it opens.  Come on, Snowy!  Grab your Loch Lomond whiskey and your sense of adventure!

Not only is the Globe hosting all of Shakespeare’s 37 plays in 6 weeks, but each play WILL BE PERFORMED IN A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE BY A DIFFERENT THEATER COMPANY.

What show is the Globe rep performing, you ask?  Henry the V.  Which will then be performed the rest of the summer.

YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

Also, they’re doing Macbeth in Polish, Twelfth Night in Hindi, and Julius Caesar in Italian - which is absolutely perfect.  If I’ve learned anything in my travels, it’s that the history of Poland is essentially a history of failed uprisings.  Twelfth Night is essentially a Bollywood film - shipwrecks! cross-dressing! people coming back from the dead! - so I am absolutely excited about it being performed by an Indian cast.  If I were to split hairs, I’d rather the Italian group perform JC in latin rather than the modern derivative, but we can’t get everything we want.  CAN’T FLIPPING WAIT.

The weather has been extra extra lovely for the past week, so I’ve been keeping my windows open.  It’s been a pleasure to see Cartwright gardens underneath a perfect blue sky, with the gentle pop of tennis volleys sounding below and breezes billowing my (horridly garish) curtains.

Keeping the windows propped means I can also hear the bells of St. Pancras church sound every hour - they do the classic music chime instead of regular ringing.  It’s one of my favorite things about the city, one of those details that remind you exactly where you are and what neighborhood you’re in.  

So I absolutely love the sound, but there’s one thing that’s driving me batty.  THERE IS NO RHYME OR REASON (that I can discern) FOR WHEN THEY GO OFF.  Sometimes it’s on the hour, sometimes on the 15, sometimes on the 30, sometimes on the 45.  BUT THERE IS NO PATTERN!

Btw, this is St. Pancras church.  It’s pretty awesome. 

It has one side that recreates a famous Greek temple from the Acropolis.