Though I’ve been a rather absent landlord to my beloved blog, there is still plenty growing on the plantation. Readers are still working their way through the backlog and I’m grateful that I haven’t been completely forgotten. This got a bit of play today and I wanted to share the love #anoldiebutagoodie
When the deadly 6.3 magnitude earthquake happened in Christchurch in 2011, my husband and I were in a downtown cinema watching “The King’s Speech“. This film, which went on to win many accolades, including Best Picture and Best Actor, was the last thing I ever saw before the world tried to end.
Deeply engrossed in the death of the King George V, abdication of his successor for his twice divorced lover, and the stammering Duke who was choking on self doubt and fear; I did not think about the outside world. Throughout the film, Colin Firth‘s Bertie is angry, frustrated, and in need of a friend, whom he finds in Geoffrey Rush‘s speech therapist Lionel Logue. We are on the cusp of World War Two, the country needs a strong voice of reason and Bertie needs to sort his shit out. I am…
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