beamish boy

Some Wodehousian forms of address

If you’re lacking ideas how to call your family and friends, you may try these:

  • “old thing”,
  • “old egg”,
  • “old fruit”,
  • “my little chickadee”,
  • “you old ass”,
  • “my fluttering old aspen”,
  • “my dear old mysterious hinter”,
  • “old fever patient”,
  • “old ancestor”,
  • “old thicker than water”,
  • “old flesh and blood”,
  • “(my dear) old relative”,
  • “my dear old faulty reasoner”,
  • “you poor chump”,
  • “my poor lamb”,
  • “my misguided old object”,
  • “you ghastly goggle-eyed piece of gorgonzola”,
  • “face”,
  • “ugly”,
  • “aged relative”,
  • “you young blot”,
  • “my beamish boy”,
  • “old blood relation”,
  • “you abysmal chump”,
  • “Lord Spodecup” (instead of “Lord Sidcup”),
  • “my (beautiful) bounding Bertie”,
  • “you young hellhound”,
  • “you revolting object”,
  • “you young muttonhead”,
  • “my dear old police sergeant”,
  • “poor ditherer”,
  • “Attila”,
  • “Watson”.

There’s a slinky swagger and swooning aplomb to DAUNT’s new song, Beamish Boy, which comes as no surprise considering what we’ve heard from the emerging talent from London so far. His soulful alt pop is muggy and sensual, limber and lithesome, like a combination of Fyfe with Glass Animals with a touch of bluesy rock. For more of DAUNT’s bewitching music, head over to Soundcloud.

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Jabberwocky
Donovan
Jabberwocky

The famous poem from Lewis Carroll’s Through the Looking-Glass put to song by musician Donovan in 1971.

“’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

      And the mome raths outgrabe.


“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

      The frumious Bandersnatch!”


He took his vorpal sword in hand;

      Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree

      And stood awhile in thought.


And, as in uffish thought he stood,

      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

      And burbled as it came!


One, two! One, two! And through and through

      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

      He went galumphing back.


“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”

      He chortled in his joy.


’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

      And the mome raths outgrabe.”

Jabberwocky
Lewis Carroll/Children
Jabberwocky

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!’

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought –
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

Carroll: ‘And, as in uffish thought he stood’–er, yes?

Child: What’s a Bandersnatch?

Carroll: I haven’t decided yet, but I know that it’s fearsome and it has a taste for children.

Child: Oh!

Carroll: Where was I? Ah–

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

[A child gasps]

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

Children: Ugh, horrible!
Its head? Ugh…
How dreadful!
He gave that monster one four!

‘And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Carroll: Do you like it? I hope to publish it soon.

Child: I like that the way it sounds, but I don’t understand the words.

Carroll: That’s because it’s a nonsense poem!

Child: Right you are…

Carroll: Excellent! I’d like to read you all another. Listen carefully and tell me what you think. I think I’m gonna call it ‘The Walrus and the Carpenter’. Everyone settled in? Then let’s begin…

Note: He just repeats the poem at this point.

Jabbercoffee

‘Twas frothy, and the slithy beans
    Did grind and trimble in the shabe;
All mimsy were the ice-o-treens,
    And the tea bags outgrabe. 

“Beware the Barista, my son
    The beard that waves, avuncular!
Beware the Managers, and shun
    The frumious customer!”

He took his vorpal wallet in hand;
    Long time the manxome cup he sought—
So rested he on a stool by the window,
    And sat awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he sat,
    The Barista, with apron of flame,
Came sniffling through the trambly pat,
    And burbled as it came!

Mocha! Latte! And swiftly there
    The vorpal wallet produced a bill!
He ordered three, with such great speed,
    It left the server dead.

“And hast thou slain the Barista?
    Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
    He chortled in his joy.

‘Twas frothy, and the slithy beans
    Did grind and trimble in the shabe;
All mimsy were the ice-o-treens,
    And the tea bags outgrabe.

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JABBERWOCKY
Lewis Carroll
(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought –
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


Fargo, S02E06 “Rhinoceros”

dailymotion

Benedict Cumberbatch reads
Jabberwocky
by Lewis Carroll (1832-1898)

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought —
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

JABBERWOCKY.
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogroves
And the none raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his viral sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

jabberwocky

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought –
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.

nightmarestudio606  asked:

Top 5 Kaidan moments 😎

*cracks knuckles*

Kaidan Alenko. The mshenko romance was what made me go “Okay, time to exit the closet…” He was my favorite character a long time before I knew you could romance him. So I’ll split this list into things that made me fall for Kaidan, then the favorite relationship things.

5. ME1, Noveria “There’s snow in my boots!”
You precious dork, come into my arms, my beamish boy.
4. ME1, Virmire “I’m activating the bomb… It’s done.”
Doesn’t wait for an order, L-T just makes the call.
3.  ME3, Docking Bay: “Sometimes the way a thing goes down does matter.”
Hell, I based a 300k fic on this line, obviously I love it.
2. ME1, Citadel: “I like the fountain. It’s very soothing.”
Pretty hard to conduct Spectre business with you tonguing my ear, Alenko.
1. ME1, “I don’t regret that he’s dead, but I regret that I killed him.”
Kaidan splitting this concept showed him to have emotional and intellectual depth I wasn’t seeing from the other characters.

Basically, Kaidan can be SO serious, SO dramatic, SO dorky, SO sarcastic, and SO zealous. Always at the right moment. Kaidan’s personality is ‘200% behind whatever he is doing’ and that makes him my favorite.

5. Leviathan DLC: “Let’s make sure we never let time slip past us.”
4. Citadel DLC “Hey, when this is over, we’ll take some time, just the two of us.”
3. Quick Drink: “I lied…”
2. Lounge Convo: “Next time… wake me.”
1. Apollo’s “It feels right, doesn’t it?”

  • me, being slowly crushed under the weight of my thousands of adopted fictional sons: ah yes, another perfect son who may not need my eternal love and protection but is getting it anyway, come to my arms my beamish boy
Cumberwocky

‘Twas Sherlock, and the Mofftiss men
Did tease and joke about the gay,
But Martin and the noble Ben
Played straight men anyway.

“Beware the Lustful Cock, my friend,
The jaws that suck, the claws that scratch!
If Sherlock’s bottoming, you’ll end
As Benedict Cumbersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand—
But not like that, this isn’t fic!
Then acted he for the BBC
The manly hunchback Dick.

But as the hunchback Dick he played,
The Lustful Cock, with wars of flame,
Came thrusting thru the internet
And tumbled as it came.

One two, one two! And through and through,
The vorpal blade made monster mash!
He left it topped and gender swapped
And thoroughly unslashed.

"Hast thou unslashed the Lustful Cock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
But not that way, cause John’s not gay!”
Crowed Martin in his joy.

'Twas Sherlock, and the Mofftiss men
Did tease and joke about the gay,
But Martin and the noble Ben
Played straight men anyway.

(With all due apologies to Lewis Carroll)

Jabberwocky - Lewis Carroll
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves       Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves,       And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!       The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun       The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;       Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree       And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,       The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,       And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through       The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head       He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?       Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”       He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves       Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves,       And the mome raths outgrabe.