Seriously, though: if the two-wheeled version, “bi-cycle”, is a “bike”, and the three-wheeled version, “tri-cycle” ,is a “trike”, then logically the one-wheeled version, “mono-cycle”, could indeed be a “mike”. However, some fool went and decided to call the one-wheeled version a “uni-cycle” instead, so following the same principle, the short form ought to be “uke”. Which… hmm.
What are you hoping from the Splatoon 2 trailer today?
Well, it’s already out. Didn’t even know we were getting one.
Story mode revealed. Octavio has escaped (revealed in squid sister stories), Marie recruits you to help, multiple weapons in single player, that uni cycle boss looks awesome. Oh, and Callie is probably brainwashed to join Octolings.
Looks all fun, I think. Still not sure if any of this will heavily affect my stories. More than likely not.
Duude your headcannons are PERFECT! Got any for show pony?
-show pony knows Japanese, Spanish, English, french, and Arabic. Some they picked up while delivering messages and some they learned as a child
-no one knows how show gets glitter, but they have listed tommy, party, the witch, and destorya as their supplier
-show has made it their goals to learn how to use every type of non motorized transportation, so far they have skating and uni-cycling down
-show is the number one source for gossip, not everything is true but all of it is funny
-if you talk to show you are their friend end of story
-show is often the one to push others into wearing weird things. Some, like kobra’s snake boots, are terrible and others, like party’s ribbon outfit, are amazing. But no matter what it’s an adventure for all
-show has made a club consisting of them, kobra, and jet called the helmet heads. Wether or not kobra and jet know of this club is unknown
-show hates being punched but loves watching people get punched
Like always see ya next time and if you want headcanons just ask!
i mixed up the weekdays and thought it was already wednesday so i cycled to uni for nothing (talk about being over-eager) but i had a good lunch there and managed without google maps this time + the half hour i need already seemed a lot shorter + less exhausting than yesterday when i was running late and needed to check maps at every turn so you know, small victories. trying to cycle to uni as much as the weather allows now since public transport is annoying and, obviously the whole “healthy body healthy mind” stuff.
also bought a super cool lamp on my way back and hung up some prints i bought at a flea market so my room feels more and more homely. i’ve also been getting a lot of sleep since i had nothing better to do haha.
fred finally came back today and we had a lovely dinner, i’m so happy he’s in the city again, it was way too boring and lonely without him. and yeah, being with him continues to be the equivalent to cuddling with 24 cute kittens while your favourite music is playing and you’re eating pizza stoned. that’s it.
( ♥ — I’m going to bed bc i have to beat my face before I cycle to uni tomorrow kill me but if you wanna plot, feel free to message me here or on discord (ask for the name i dont bite), or you can LIKE THIS POST FOR A STARTER which i will get up tomorrow once ive been resuscitated. love y’all. )
The Ruling Class Review (James McAvoy and Jamie Lloyd)
If James McAvoy’s performance in ‘The Ruling Class’ taught me anything, it was that the more you spit at your audience, the better your acting becomes.
He spat a lot. Not only that, but it was also the best live acting I’ve ever seen.
‘The Ruling Class’ is a difficult play to describe, but I’ll give it my best shot. After the 13th Earl of Gurney strips to his underwear, slips into a tutu, dons a noose around his neck as part of a bizarre sex-stimulus game and accidently hangs himself, his son Jack (James McAvoy), a paranoid schizophrenic who believes he is God in all his manifestations, inherits the family fortune. Needless to say, the rest of the household quickly conspire to wrangle Jack out of his entitled pile.
I was lucky enough to have a front-row seat for this show (and when I say front-row I mean I was literally sat on the stage – I had actors flung to my feet and staring straight into my eyes) but I’m pretty sure wherever you may sit in the great venue that is Trafalgar Studios you will more than thoroughly enjoy yourself.
I was really unsure of what to expect when I booked my tickets for this one – I’d seen director Jamie Lloyd’s Richard III (which was just phenomenal) and so I was anticipating something good, but, wow, was I in for a surprise. It wasn’t packed full of political lexis that required deciphering and didn’t have a plot that twisted my mind into loops; it was practically a pantomime. Massive thumbs up to the late great playwright Peter Barnes on that one; I could hardly believe it was originally written in 1968!
I don’t think McAvoy could have been introduced onto the stage in a better way. All I’m going to say is these two words: monk’s robes (yeah, you read that right). It totally set the tone for the rest of the show, too: absolute hilarity. Too many truly bizarre and wholly wondrous things happen to even begin to list. For the most part this story is totally off its rockers and so some really balls-out acting (and believe me, that very nearly actually happens) from all the performers was required to pull it off.
They do it perfectly.
McAvoy, however, has a tendency to steal the show. It’s the most out-there acting I’ve ever seen, and I was in awe as he threw himself about the stage, spewed miraculous speeches and (yes, really) uni-cycled, danced and sung (amongst other things) only metres away from me. The sudden snap personality changes he performed were barely comprehensible as he lost all inhibitions in the role, the over-arching transformation from the ludicrously love-obsessed ‘JC’ to a darker, chilling ‘Mad Jack’ who isn’t scared of getting his hands bloody being remarkable and thought provoking as you are drawn further and further into the character.
The rest of the actors are terrific too, Anthony O’Donnell’s butler Tucker and Elliot Levey’s Dr Herder being the funnier, more relatable characters that stood out to me.
Lloyd’s direction really entices you into the story. The costumes were amazing, the reveal of McAvoy’s dazzling white suit being one of my favourite moments of the play. An impressive set (I still can’t get my head around how the pop-up flowers worked) and some great choreography (I mentioned the dancing, right?) brought everything together nicely and tied it off with a bow.
It’s funny how a nearly 50 year old play can still have such pertinence in our modern society and the way the House of Lords was represented in the closing scene couldn’t have spoken more clearly about the current state of politics.
An enthralling performance from the cast, a wacky and wonderful story and a surprise around every corner, Lloyd’s ‘The Ruling Class’ is one not to missed (good luck with that – there’s barely a week left of the run to go)!
It didn’t escape Blue that his slightly accented voice was as nice as his looks. It was all Henrietta sunset: hot front-porch swings and cold iced-tea glasses, cicadas louder than your thoughts. He glanced over his shoulder, then, at the sound of a car on a side street. When he looked back to her, he still wore a wary expression, and Blue saw that this expression — a wrinkle pinched between his eyebrows, mouth tense — was his normal one. It fit his features perfectly, matched up with every line around his mouth and eyes. This Aglionby boy isn’t often happy, she thought.