handbags n books
i have bought my first handbag and it's simply fabulous, dahling. It's kind of purply, greyish, furry, leathery, umm baggy. I can fit in my phone, my glasses, my mp3 player, an apple, two books, my gloves and a hairclip. It doubles as an assualt weapon. Using it, I alternatively appear prissy and/or insouciant. I like to gaze at it lovingly and I imagine people are eyeing it enviously on the street (or there's an outbreak of glaucoma in Dublin)
Finally managed to finish the travesty of a book, after a long, long shower I felt clean enough to go on. I've just finished reading a memoir by Christabel Bielenberg, and with a name like Christabel you just know she's Anglo Irish, with some very peculiar ideas as to what it means to be Irish. The book is called The Past is Myself. The title itself deserves some attention, I quite like it, it reminds me of 'made for tv' movie titles. A game we use to play would involve reading out the synpopsis of a tv movie and then trying to guess its title. So a movie about say single motherhood could concievably be called 'A Leaf on the Wind', a movie about battling illness could be called 'A Hearts Dream', a movie where your husband turns out to be a raging psycho intent on killing you and your little doggie too could be 'The Future's Tomorrow'.
Anyhew, where was I, ah yes, The Past is Myself, well all sniping aside, I really liked this book. The author married a german man in 1933 and was living in Germany during the rise of National Socialism and during the war. It was pretty interesting, as most history books I tend to get my hands on would focus on the allies and their war experience and so a book about the experience of pretty ordinary people from the other side of the line was appreciated. She's quite funny and her background tells through her prose, slightly eccentric and completely sure of herself but generally charming!
Next up, I just bought another memoir type of book, Semi-Detached by Griff Rhys Jones. I expect it will be a good train companion. I've also got the The Tainted Relic (cue ominous drum roll) by various in me bag, not bad but it t'aint shakin' spearin'
Finally managed to finish the travesty of a book, after a long, long shower I felt clean enough to go on. I've just finished reading a memoir by Christabel Bielenberg, and with a name like Christabel you just know she's Anglo Irish, with some very peculiar ideas as to what it means to be Irish. The book is called The Past is Myself. The title itself deserves some attention, I quite like it, it reminds me of 'made for tv' movie titles. A game we use to play would involve reading out the synpopsis of a tv movie and then trying to guess its title. So a movie about say single motherhood could concievably be called 'A Leaf on the Wind', a movie about battling illness could be called 'A Hearts Dream', a movie where your husband turns out to be a raging psycho intent on killing you and your little doggie too could be 'The Future's Tomorrow'.
Anyhew, where was I, ah yes, The Past is Myself, well all sniping aside, I really liked this book. The author married a german man in 1933 and was living in Germany during the rise of National Socialism and during the war. It was pretty interesting, as most history books I tend to get my hands on would focus on the allies and their war experience and so a book about the experience of pretty ordinary people from the other side of the line was appreciated. She's quite funny and her background tells through her prose, slightly eccentric and completely sure of herself but generally charming!
Next up, I just bought another memoir type of book, Semi-Detached by Griff Rhys Jones. I expect it will be a good train companion. I've also got the The Tainted Relic (cue ominous drum roll) by various in me bag, not bad but it t'aint shakin' spearin'
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