Introducing the cast of the second series of The Hollow Crown
Judi Dench will play Cecily, Duchess of York, alongside Benedict Cumberbatch’s Richard III. Sophie Okonedo has been cast as Queen Margaret across all three films. Hugh Bonneville will play Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester and Sally Hawkins his wife Eleanor, Duchess of Gloucester in Henry VI part 1. Keeley Hawes plays Queen Elizabeth in Henry VI part 2 and Richard III and Tom Sturridge has been cast as Henry VI in parts 1 and 2.
Eeeee! This is awesome!
Sophie Okonedo and Keeley Hawes!
the hollow crown
1:23 pm • 23 August 2014 • 879 notes
i wish more people said that being single is normal
and you’re not going to meet and marry someone
and that’s fine
and if marriage happens, it happens. and it’s not the next big ticket to check off in life’s checklist
because not everyone meets someone they want to marry. and that’s normal
you’re not broken or unfulfilled if you are single
I wish the world could be given this memo
so they wouldn't make casual references like it is assumed
1:02 pm • 23 August 2014 • 198,979 notes
The first is ape drunke; and he leapes, and singes, and hollowes, and danceth for the heavens;
The second is lion drunke; and he flings the pots about the house, calls his hostesse whore, breakes the glasse windowes with his dagger, and is apt to quarrell with anie man that speaks to him;
The third is swine drunke; heavie, lumpish, and sleepie, and cries for a little more drinke, and a fewe more cloathes;
The fourth is sheepe drunk; wise in his conceipt, when he cannot bring foorth a right word;
The fifth is mawdlen drunke; when a fellowe will weepe for kindnes in the midst of ale, and kisse you, saying, “By God, captaine, I love thee. Goe thy wayes; thou dost not thinke so often of me as I doo thee; I would (if it pleased God) I could not love thee as well as I doo;” and then he puts his finger in his eye, and cryes;
The sixt is Martin drunke; when a man is drunke, and drinkes himselfe sober ere he stirre;
The seventh is goate drunke; when, in his drunkennes, he hath no minde but on lecherie;
The eighth is fox drunke—when he is craftie drunke, as manie of the Dutchmen bee, that will never bargaine but when they are drunke.
— The Eight Kindes of Drunkennes
Written by Thomas Nashe, “Pierce Pennilesse” 1592 (via hold-steady)
(Source: skilletonthewall, via cakesandfail)
in which nashe is surprisingly accurate
alcohol for ts
very glad I already had a tag for that
early modern shit
12:23 pm • 23 August 2014 • 41 notes
I will actually turn on my laptop and catch up with this site tomorrow, but for now: Manchester is a great city; almost as great as getting to see my former flatmate for a couple of days; we went to an exhibition about children’s bbc tv shows and had hot drinks in the Anthony Burgess foundation cafe and I got a questionably patterned men’s shirt in the northern quarter; cocktails and burritos and hipsters and endless rainbow flags preparing for pride and the tram and basically yes good, though I had to come back for work
also I delighted
the football loving 11yr old me
by seeing old trafford from afar
12:21 am • 23 August 2014 • 9 notes
"sir you named your son ‘wolfy mcwolf’ and then pissed off a werewolf. i really dont know what you expected to happen" said the doctors at st mungo’s to lupin’s dad, probably
11:02 am • 20 August 2014 • 8,050 notes
“As Arnold points out, there is an otherwise inexplicable shift in direction in the Piccadilly line passing east out of South Kensington. “In fact,” she writes, “the tunnel curves between Knightsbridge and South Kensington stations because it was impossible to drill through the mass of skeletal remains buried in Hyde Park.” I will admit that I think she means “between Knightsbridge and Hyde Park Corner”—although there is apparently a “small plague pit dating from around 1664” beneath Knightsbridge Green—but I will defer to Arnold’s research.
But to put that another way, the ground was so solidly packed with the interlocked skeletons of 17th-century victims of the Great Plague that the Tube’s 19th-century excavation teams couldn’t even hack their way through them all. The Tube thus had to swerve to the side along a subterranean detour in order to avoid this huge congested knot of skulls, ribs, legs, and arms tangled in the soil—an artificial geology made of people, caught in the throat of greater London.”
London and Its Dead
i read shit like this and think what could my imagination possibly have to add
like how do i write something about london that’s weirder than london already is?
death for ts
10:45 am • 20 August 2014 • 6,362 notes