abigail-burdess

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That Mitchell and Webb Look, “Posh Dancing”

Originally aired June 25, 2009. With Robert Webb, Abigail Burdess, and Sarah Hadland.

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I am reblogging myself:

Robert Webb reading “All Kinds of Trouble” - Abigail Burdess

I’m in all kinds of trouble now,
The kind where you wake up on a train
And everything, everything’s strange
And where am I? And when did the season change?
I must have been asleep.
I’m sure I must be late.
I’m in all kinds of danger.
The stranger on the platform is not a proper stranger.
“You’re here with me,” he says, “isn’t it great?”
And he’s right.
The kind where there’s too much meaning on the edges of sight
Because he might be there.
The kind where you randomly weep.
I’m in deep, deep hot water.
In a boiling hot geyser
In the mists
In the midst
Of ridiculous Icelandic snow.
Y’know,
You should give up the fags and eat fruit,
Because life should last longer, this life should last longer
If someone like him exists.
Everybody. Lock away the razors and save your lovely wrists:
Someone like him exists.
I’m in every single kind of trouble now
The kind where a kind man could write himself a significant part.
I’m in very grave danger
Of a change of heart.

“Came across this during lit revision for my exam tomorrow afternoon… I remember watching this during one of the closing lessons of english lit last year; I thought it was so beautiful; i remember feeling ridiculous for the rest of the day.
Mm :).”


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Robert Webb reading All Kinds of Trouble, a poem written for him by Abigail Burdess

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The Only Way is Wessex

I’m in all kinds of trouble now,
The kind where you wake up on a train
And everything, everything’s strange
And where am I? And when did the season change?
I must have been asleep.
I’m sure I must be late.
I’m in all kinds of danger.
The stranger on the platform is not a proper stranger.
“You’re here with me,” he says, “isn’t it great?”
And he’s right.
The kind where there’s too much meaning on the edges of sight
Because he might be there.
The kind where you randomly weep.
I’m in deep, deep hot water.
In a boiling hot geyser
In the mists
In the midst
Of ridiculous Icelandic snow.
Y’know,
You should give up the fags and eat fruit,
Because life should last longer, this life should last longer
If someone like him exists.
Everybody. Lock away the razors and save your lovely wrists:
Someone like him exists.
I’m in every single kind of trouble now
The kind where a kind man could write himself a significant part.
I’m in very grave danger
Of a change of heart.
—  - Abigail Burdess, I’m In All Kinds Of Trouble Now
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Ode to Robert Webb - My Life in Verse - BBC Two (by BBC)

This is absolutely what I needed right now. Robert Webb reads a poem written to him by his then-girlfriend, Abigail Burdess, at the point when they had been dating for three weeks.

I’m in all kinds of trouble now,
The kind where you wake up on a train
And everything, everything’s strange
And where am I? And when did the season change?
I must have been asleep.
I’m sure I must be late.
I’m in all kinds of danger.

The stranger on the platform is not a proper stranger.
“You’re here with me,” he says, “isn’t it great?”
And he’s right.
The kind where there’s too much meaning on the edges of sight
Because he might be there.

The kind where you randomly weep.
I’m in deep, deep hot water.
In a boiling hot geyser
In the mists
In the midst
Of ridiculous Icelandic snow.
Y’know,
You should give up the fags and eat fruit,
Because life should last longer, this life should last longer
If someone like him exists.

Everybody. Lock away the razors and save your lovely wrists:
Someone like him exists.

I’m in every single kind of trouble now
The kind where a kind man could write himself a significant part.

I’m in very grave danger
Of a change of heart.

—  All Kinds of Trouble, Abigail Burdess, 2003
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Robert Webb reading “All Kinds of Trouble” - Abigail Burdess

Came across this during lit revision for my exam tomorrow afternoon… I remember watching this during one of the closing lessons of english lit last year; I thought it was so beautiful; i remember feeling ridiculous for the rest of the day.

Mm :).

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One of my favourite poems in the world :)