Just over a week ago, I received a lovely gift in the mail: my voting card, which meant I was able to go vote in Thursday’s independence referendum. And I was stoked to vote. I haven’t been that excited to vote since my first presidential election. This was a big deal with serious ramifications for my life, my husband’s life, and our son’s life, and … Continue reading Thoughts on the Indy Ref
Previously on Game of Thrones: Dany decided she wanted to free all the slaves in the next city in her path, Tyrion was forced into an engagement with Sansa, Gendry was handed over to Melisandre, and Arya found herself a hostage of the Hound.
Arya wakes, gets her bearings, and picks up a giant rock lying nearby before sneaking up on the sleeping Hound. She raises the rock above her head, ready to strike, but he wakes and tells her to go ahead and kill him, but if she fails to do so, he’ll break both her hands. She doesn’t kill him, and he doesn’t break her hands, by the look of it.
Previously on Game of Thrones: Robb decided he wanted to be friends with Walder Frey after all; Jon broke his vows…a few times, it seems; Jaime opened up to Brie; and Tywin sold out his own kids so he could outmaneuver the Tyrells.
Sam, Gillie, and the baby are gathered around a fire that Sam’s doing a poor job of tending. Gillie gives him some pointers and the flames leap up. She asks about his past, sounding rather impressed to learn he’s highborn, and he shows off an obsidian blade or spearhead he found up north. She asks him about the Wall and he tells her all about the nice venison stew and the fire kept burning in the hall every day and the men who sing. She asks him to sing something for her and he obliges, of course, singing a cute tune to the baby. Awww.
On 19 March 1649, to the surprise of probably nobody, an Act of Parliament abolished the House of Lords, declaring that ‘the Commons of England [find] by too long experience that the House of Lords is useless and dangerous to the people of England.’ The abolition of the House of Lords came on the heels of the execution of Charles I on 30 January; presumably … Continue reading Off With You, Now!
Previously on The Pallisers: Alice remained on Team George, despite the fact that he’s bleeding her dry already and is actually kind of a jerk; Burgo made one last play for Glencora that didn’t work out too well.
Plantagenet’s reading the morning paper in the drawing room of Palliser Palace. In comes Glencora, who greets him with a perfunctory kiss before seating herself at the breakfast table. After greeting her, Plantagenet returns to his newspaper. After a while, Glencora mentions that he wanted to talk to her about the party the evening before. He puts his paper aside and starts out gently, telling her he doesn’t want her to think he’s reading too much into what happened. Glencora tells him to just be out with it, if he’s angry with her. He insists he’s not angry and he’s not going to scold, he just wants to advise her. Glencora says she’d rather be scolded, and now Plantagenet starts to get annoyed, and I can’t really blame him. He’s trying to be a good guy and she’s just making it unnecessarily difficult for him. He asks her to be serious and asks if she knows what she did wrong. She pretends not to know, but surely she realizes she was making a bit of a spectacle of herself.
Previously on The Pallisers: Plantagenet and Glencora got married, reluctantly, and went on a very unromantic honeymoon. For some reason, Alice started falling for her crappy cousin, George, again.
Glencora’s driving Alice back from the station, I suppose, so they can start Alice’s visit to Matching. Over the course of their conversation, we learn that Plantagenet doesn’t approve of his wife riding, but he’s fine with her driving, so she does that a lot just to keep from going insane. Jesus, Plantagenet, ease up a little!
They drive through the gates of the park and Alice remarks on some ruins and Glencora acts out a supposed meeting between an early Palliser and King Richard the Lionhearted that established the Palliser wealth.
Previously on The Pallisers: Meddling family members decided that Plantagenet and Glencora would be perfect for each other, even though their personalities are total opposites and they’re both in love with other people. At the end of the day, nagging and money win out, and the reluctant pair agrees to wed.
The wedding’s on at Westminster Abbey, and it looks to be a suitably grand occasion. Glencora’s escorted down the aisle by some man we’ve never seen before, looking like the proverbial lamb going to the slaughter. She’s followed by a troupe of bridesmaids in white, none of whom we’ve ever seen either. She joins Plantagenet and the service starts. Glencora’s all wild-eyed and looking like she wants nothing more than to turn and flee. I’m guessing it’s only the fact that she’s wearing about 50 pounds worth of dress that’s keeping her in place. The aunts look on proudly, pleased with their matchmaking.
As a journalist, this story makes me happy for modern-day freedom of the press: on July 31, 1703, Daniel Defoe was placed in a pillory for his incendiary political writings. The piece that primarily got him in trouble was a pamphlet entitled The Shortest-Way with the Dissenters; Or, Proposals for the Establishment of the Church, which apparently argued for the extermination of said Dissenters. Apparently, the government … Continue reading Pilloried