Ah yes. The typical military historian dilemma where unit histories are either impossible to find and/or require the sale of personal organs to afford.
Annette Carson, who was part of the team which discovered Richard III’s remains in a car park in Leicester, has described a new exhibition of his remains as ‘grotesque’.
In total honesty, ‘Leicester’ is becoming a code word for ‘grubby’ to me on the subject of King Richard III. They really don’t have a bloody clue and haven’t since he was discovered last year.
Burial in York please! Thank you very much you tourist trappers.
Good lord. What the hell kind of armour is that supposed to be? Something smacks of Half-Arsed Exhibit Design to me. Which is just as much the Exhibit Committee’s fault as anyone’s.
This is a shame, especially in the UK, which certainly has the knowledge/material base to get it right. Don’t even get me started on the disrespect.
For some inexplicable reason*, Lieutenant Illarion of the Witch’s Guard morphed into a Second World War British officer over the past few weeks. Only bothered to put the skin “colour” in the first image but you can bet your knickers he’s green as his chums in Oz. Plus shades of the Bengal Lancer regiments with the second image there…
*I know exactly why this happened. It involved a trip to the Australian War Memorial in Canberra where I happened upon a photo of a chap who made me go “HOLY SHIT” very loudly because he was a dead-ringer for Lt. I. But it’s probably bad form to base your weird OCs on distinguished VC recipients, so we’ll leave it at that.
More Brienne photos! :D No set is complete without a silly picture at the end of course.
Brienne of Tarth - azimedes
Catelyn Stark - Perzephone Cosplay
Photography - Fearless Photoworks
In which Aziza continues to be the bamfiest person I know.
Fashion and Kindjal Daggers
Will never not reblog.
Further on the Post-Vacation-Return-to-Work Front…
I tend to get a bit cavalier with my hours in the summer just because there’s so much on the go. Caught my yearly bout of hell for it this morning which is no one’s fault but my own. Still sucks but I’ve got this ingrained loathing for the standard 9 - 5 gig. SOCIETAL NORMS ARE FOR BORING NORMAL PEOPLE.
Not the rest of us creative-types.
Started today off on the right foot.
Collections Tech poked his head in the door to ask if he could use our Royal Flying Corps info pillar for the senior curator’s WWI exhibit.
"Sure, if your boss has ceased to be an idiot."
Said boss is standing right outside the door.
Quick teaser image from this past weekend before I write up the full report - Sarah and I sharing a moral support moment in the midst of a very difficult joust. She’s in the red/white/blue, I’m in the black/yellow.
(Totally thrilled with how the armour skirting turned out)
Guess what I spent Saturday watching??
The jousting was terrific - no-one was unseated, and the knights were joined by an incredible Amazon who demo-ed bareback light cavalry combat techniques - she was quite astounding.
The knight above had travelled from Quebec for the tourney, and was not only very good in the lists - but was also his own armourer - beautiful work. A little dented, so he blithely mentioned that he was going to be making a new suit for next season, Milanese style, black, out of spring steel.
The weather was perfect and the crowds had a blast.
One thing I noted, in comparison to say, Comic or SF conventions, was that here, the women were all treated with the utmost respect and courtesy - no matter their garb. Loutish comic nerds - take note, it IS possible to be civilized when in public…
And this show is coming up again, weekend after next! V. stoke.
In better news, polo is rad as hell. Hung out with the local polo club this morning - we all needed it after yesterday. I could ride those whippy little horses until my legs drop off.
Plus, in the TL;DR category, it presented all sorts of ideas for my yet-to-be-named posh, green, pointy-eared, bespectacled lieutenant-colonel chap who has been undergoing extensive development in the last few weeks.
Plus PLUS tonight promises all sorts of excellent adventures, including a movie on the beach, which happens to be, conveniently enough, the Wizard of Oz.