On Macbeth

In school, I took English Literature, with a focus on Macbeth. Our professor was clever to stuff Macbeth down our throats as it contained Magic, War, Sex, Kings, Decapatitation; in short, everything to actually divert a boy from actually thinking we were enjoying ourselves reading a fantasy novel, instead of studying.

Macbeth, that wily fox, has played a big part in my life. Embarassingly, I find myself actually quoting off-hand (verses and phrase was rammed down out heads on an almost daily basis). Which does not help my arrogant & snobbish exterior, let me tell you.

I recently got myself a 1901 edition of Macbeth. The paper smells as old as sin, it is fragile as a butterfly’s wings, and it cost me 6bucks. I’m camping down this weekend at home, to relive the battle for the Thane of Cawdor and the 3 witches and reminiscing back of old school days.

“ Lay on Macduff.” (Trivia, guess which Neil Gaiman book drew on Macbeth the most?)

In Random Play

In random play, McFly’s It’s all about you came up. (So I like them, sue me). Amazing how music has the power to freeze and rewind you to years back, to happier times.

Rewind: It was the spring of 2004. I went up to London for a little time away from the heckles that is the work, and to appease my mother. I never had much interest in meeting Doctor 9 but “it is in the interest of both parties that we meet.”

We got along like a house on fire.

That particular day was particularly amazing. A sunny London spring (no, seriously), walks around Leicester square, curry in Camden Town, ice cream before a movie and bloody James Blunt’s You’re Beautiful everywhere in the tube. There was no shame in playing tourist if you’re enjoying the company.

It’s all about you came up in one of the junk stores in Camden.  It was one of those moments you read in Austen where there’s that moment of connection, it is immediately dropped due to current complications. Nobody could expect the path we both took after, was that full of brambles and thorns.

There will always the niggling “what if” at the back of the head with the lovely 9.

Happy engagement 9. You deserve the absolute best. My best wishes for you and your future.

“Dancing on the kitchen tiles, it’s all about you.”