tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64421449067867857242024-03-19T01:49:38.271-07:00Born In The Wrong DecadeQuite literally!QUB English Societyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277772854954917106noreply@blogger.comBlogger300125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442144906786785724.post-76139170433634349352011-12-24T08:57:00.000-08:002011-12-24T08:57:13.894-08:00MERRY CHRISTMAS!I'd just like to wish everyone a wonderful Christmas...you all truly deserve it! Eat, drink and be merry! And be sure to watch all the fabulous classic Christmas films you can!<br />
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Love,<br />
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These guys are so talented. Charlie, Tom, Urby, Michael, Fred (and Dr. Doug...you're still in the band in my little mind)-I am completely envious of your ability to make something so stunningly beautiful from a series of a few notes and such simple yet heartfelt lyrics. I am going to go hang my head in shame due to my atrocious composition that I must submit for my GCSE Music. But not before I listen to this BEYOND gorgeous song for the two millionth time. Ladies and gentlemen...GIVE A LITTLE LOVE!<br />
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<u>OUTFIT NUMBER 1!</u><br />
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The Overtones, 2nd October. Possibly the greatest night of my life so far. It'll probably be the last few hours I'll remember when the dementia's got me. And I can't even fathom the words to describe it. Ajdbchbajcbihabc. That is all.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Everything is basically from Topshop. Wait...yeah, everything. Something is going to become very clear as this article progresses...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">My Cousin Louis' Wedding, 7th October. It was 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' themed. And it was awesome. And I loved it. And it was also one of the best nights of my life. And there was dancing. LOTS AND LOTS OF DANCING!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Dress-Topshop (ahem...is it becoming any clearer now?)</div><div style="text-align: left;">Cardigan-Zara</div><div style="text-align: left;">Shoes-Irregular Choice</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Noah And The Whale, 9th October. The Overtones and Noah And The Whale are pretty much the only two modern bands that I fangirl over, so seeing the both of them in the matter of a week was really something. It was all standing (except for the old folks in the balconies) and I was the smallest person there and yes, a couple of times I did get trampled on...BUT IT WAS STILL A NIGHT OF AMAZING BRILLIANCE!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"> Jumper, shirt and Chelsea boots-Topshop</div><div style="text-align: left;">Shorts-H&M</div><div style="text-align: left;">My awesome earrings which you can't actually see but which totally need a mention-Urban Outfitters</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The Day Of Extreme Boredness*, 11th October. I don't even know what to do with my life. And all I want to do is go shopping. And eat blueberry muffins. And the world is so unfair. How long until Downton Abbey comes on my telly-box?!<br />
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Shirt and brogues-Topshop...<br />
Skirt-River Island<br />
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So I'll just sit here for the rest of the day with a face on me that looks a little like this....<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">....and firmly believe in the phrase that 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'. 'Cos I haven't seen my Sunday Staff Buddies in about three weeks.<br />
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Au revoir! Hold on a second...is anyone still reading this?! <br />
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*boredom</div>QUB English Societyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277772854954917106noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442144906786785724.post-59150422433475712532011-10-10T09:47:00.000-07:002011-10-10T09:47:32.020-07:00Five Reasons Why I Will Never Trust Peter Lorre's Character In A Movie Ever Again *MAJOR SPOLIER ALERT!*<br />
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I have always considered Mr. Peter Lorre as the greatest character actor of all time. There is simply no denying it-THE MAN WAS FABULOUS! Whenever I noted his presence in a film, I always looked forward to his appearance, even if it was only for approximately ten minutes (I'm looking at you, Casablanca!). Okay, so maybe his characters never were the straightest rulers in the pencil case, but they were never entirely horrid-you always knew, deep down, they were alright fellows.<br />
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However, after watching one Lorre film (and said film will become known in a few lines time) I fear I may never be able to look at Peter the same way again. Behold, my five reasons why I will never trust Peter Lorre's character in a movie ever again!<br />
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1) Anyone who watches Fritz Lang's M and still thinks all Lorre's characters are sound guys seriously needs their sanity and morals thoroughly examined.<br />
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2) He peels oranges in the most peculiar way.<br />
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3) His voice changes with whichever language he is speaking. I know you may say this is stupid, but think about-you CAN recognise a voice even if the person who belongs to said voice is speaking a different language. But oh no, not with Peter-HIS IS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT! WHAT THE HECK?!<br />
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This is him speaking in M. Recognise that voice?! I THINK NOT!<br />
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4) His whistling is perfection. I can't trust someone with a perfect whistle.<br />
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5) Aren't these reason enough not to trust his characters?!<br />
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I'm not saying I don't like Peter Lorre-I still think he's one of the greatest actors ever ever ever...I'm just saying that I'll probably be having nightmares about him over the coming weeks and then after that I'll burst into tears every time he pops up in a film. That is all. <br />
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It actually lasted a year (even if I don't blog as often as I would like to)...you lovely people cannot possibly know how happy I am about this. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!<br />
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I was hoping to write a longer post but my house has been absolutely manic today, so a proper post will follow and I must accept the award the lovely Miss Casey of <a href="http://caseykoester.wordpress.com/">Noir Girl</a> passed on to me! A LOT OF STUFF IS PLANNED! IT ALL DEPENDS ON WHEN I ACTUALLY GET AROUND TO DOING IT!<br />
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So I shall leave you with Clara Bow eating a birthday cake. For Born In The Wrong Decade. Obviously. ;-P<br />
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QUB English Societyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277772854954917106noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442144906786785724.post-45370081168332677562011-08-28T15:23:00.000-07:002011-08-28T15:23:11.141-07:00Quote Of The Day (and Happy Birthday, Donald O'Connor)!Happy birthday to the ever-wonderful, brilliant, fantastic Mr. Donald O'Connor! And he always dazzles with that footwork!<br />
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<i><span class="body">'I'm not a good choreographer: I can't remember what I put down.</span>'</i><br />
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Oh, Donald! Oh, you do make me laugh!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">THE BEATLES!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">BOBBY! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ALFIE HITCH!</td></tr>
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But I feel a new passion a-brewin'...and it cannot be stopped...it's rushing through my veins...I sing her songs everywhere I go...and I don't even know what half the words mean...my new object-of-fangirling is...EDITH PIAF!<br />
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I leave you with my favourite Edith song (oh so very cliché, I know, but it's gotta be La Vie En Rose!), and assure you that you will no doubt be seeing more of Ms. Piaf on this blog in the future.<br />
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All together now! 'QUAND IL ME PREND DANS SES BRAS, IL ME PARLE TOUT BAS, JE VOIS LA VIE EN ROSE!' Sigh...<br />
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PS-THE IRISH LEPRECHAUN IS BACK! AND (HOPEFULLY) TO STAY!QUB English Societyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277772854954917106noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442144906786785724.post-28552286622317196782011-06-19T13:59:00.000-07:002011-06-19T13:59:08.130-07:00Happy Father's Day!Hope all those brilliant fathers out there had the wonderful day they all deserve!<br />
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What follows is a series of photos of amazingly cool fathers. You have been warned-the cuteness may kill you.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Donald and Donna O'Connor (and Mrs. O'Connor)</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Told ya it would kill.QUB English Societyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277772854954917106noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442144906786785724.post-84674300790376104602011-06-18T05:39:00.000-07:002011-06-18T05:39:24.557-07:00Quote Of The Day (and Happy Birthday, Macca)!HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIR MR. MCCARTNEY (or Paul, to his friends...which includes me...the two of us are best buds...I mean, I have known him for 14 years and all)!<br />
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'I used to think that anyone doing anything weird was weird. I suddenly realized that anyone doing anything weird wasn't weird at all and it was the people saying they were weird that were weird.'<br />
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The word 'weird' doesn't sound like a real word anymore.<br />
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</div>QUB English Societyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277772854954917106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442144906786785724.post-32588592948121513962011-06-10T07:36:00.000-07:002011-06-10T07:36:36.831-07:00Evil Songs-AdorableSo I sort of forgot that this series actually existed. Never mind-it has returned, and with a VENGEANCE! MWAHAHAHAHA!<br />
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Okay, not really. It's actually back with The Drifters, and 'Adorable'.<br />
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I have been singing this continuously for about...hmm, must be THREE MONTHS NOW! I'm being completely serious. It's out to get me.<br />
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Listen...AND BE TORMENTED FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!<br />
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*note to self-remember to come off caps lock sometimes*<br />
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PS-this ain't my video! Just to let you all know!QUB English Societyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277772854954917106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442144906786785724.post-42592505571956261562011-06-05T14:47:00.000-07:002011-06-05T14:47:09.679-07:00Very Smooth Moves Going On Over Here! (AKA I'm Ashamed Of My Niamhy Shuffle When I Watch These Dudes And Their Coolness)First and foremost, I need to apologise for my abandonment of my lovely bloggy-wog. Sometimes school seriously stinks, ESPECIALLY when you've got exams coming up. And you're stressed. And you've got A PILE of homework that just has to be done. But enough of my ranting, onto the point of this post...<br />
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Sometimes I am just amazed when I watch certain people perform. They have such a presence on stage, I sit and gaze at them with my jaw skimming the floor. TOTALLY. IN. AWE.<br />
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So here are some of the 'smooth moves', as they are lovingly acknowledged in...um...my brain, that leave me longing for slippy shoes and a bit more suave.<br />
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Bobby Darin-Midnight Special. If I'm being completely honest, I cannot watch this without ending up in fits of giggles. Bobby is obviously having the time of his life up there! YOU GO, BOBBY!<br />
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Elvis Presley-Suspicious Minds. The dude's just cool.<br />
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The Overtones-Gambling Man. THEIR SYNCHRONISATION IS TOO ADORABLE. Sigh...<br />
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Gene Kelly and Donald O'Connor-The Sitting Dance. They are sitting. And dancing. AT THE SAME TIME. Anyone who says this isn't awesome doesn't know the true definition of awesome.<br />
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Well, I think that's enough to baffle and amuse your eyes for now. Au revoir, dear friends!<br />
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PS-I DO NOT OWN THESE VIDEOS. Just to avoid any trouble-better safe than sorry!QUB English Societyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277772854954917106noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442144906786785724.post-50235764322314949392011-05-20T15:02:00.000-07:002011-05-20T15:03:36.751-07:00Posh Frock Friday (Even Though My 'Frock' Is Not 'Posh')!I don't do much on Fridays. Um...let me rephrase that. I do NOTHING on Fridays. Therefore, on Fridays, I rarely wear a 'posh frock'. But I just figured, what the hey! I've been wanting to take part in <a href="http://www.scathingly-brilliant.blogspot.com/#axzz1MLG06k1f">Kate's</a> little phenomenon for a wee while, so why not now? So, here is yours truly, sporting not a posh frock (and The Best Spectacles Ever Created By Mankind, my beloved geek glasses, which I have continuously raved about on Twitter)!<br />
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(Excuse the awful quality of the photo. We were having typical Irish weather and the light was RUBBISH. Plus there's only one, because I was in a wee bit of a rush because my aunt was coming over. So basically my Posh Frock Friday post was a fail, but next week's WILL be better. I PROMISE!)<br />
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<i><span class="body">'I always told Hitch that it would have been better to put seats around the set and sell tickets.'</span></i> <div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"> </div>I would call him by his first name, but I'm never sure what to call him: James or Jimmy? What do you lovely people call him?<br />
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</div><i>'It isn't true that you live only once. You only die once. You live lots of times if you know how.' </i><br />
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<i><span class="body">'If you don't try, if you don't do something for yourself, you won't get anywhere.'</span></i><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><i><span class="body">'If my world were to cave in tomorrow, I would look back on all the pleasures, excitements and worthwhilenesses I have been lucky enough to have had. Not the sadness, not my miscarriages or my father leaving home, but the joy of everything else. It will have been enough.'</span></i></div><div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><i><span class="body"> </span></i> <br />
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Only a true lady could speak words of such genius and meaning. On this day in 1929, a little girl was born in Belgium and her name was Audrey Kathleen Ruston. This little girl would grow up to be one of the best-loved and most talented actresses of all time, as well as a fantastic person, with a passion for humanitarian work and well-known for her contribution to UNICEF projects. I am positive that Audrey Hepburn will never be forgotten, and rightly so. She is as much an inspiration to people, especially young women, today as she was way back in the 1950s, when she first came into the public eye with her role in Roman Holiday. Happy 82nd Birthday to my idol, the fabulous Audrey Hepburn!</div><div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><br />
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Okay, so technically it's belated now, seeing as it's now tomorrow...hmm...I'm a wee bit sleep depraved, and am not making sense. Let us allow Sandra's quotes do the talking!<br />
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<i><span class="sqq">'I used to sign vouchers and sign-out sheets with 'Alexandra Dee.' Somehow it stuck.'</span></i><br />
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I really do love Sandra. And Bobby. And Dodd. I love the whole Cassotto clan. Yeah, I definitely need sleep, but I can't after tonight's Doctor Who. That was scary stuff. And now I'm blabbing on. Sorry, peoples. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think I stole this off Millie...sorry, m'dear!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>QUB English Societyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277772854954917106noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442144906786785724.post-14257290875777632062011-04-23T10:23:00.000-07:002011-04-23T10:23:44.165-07:00The Deep And Wonderful World Of The Irish Accent...Okay, so there are a couple of people to blame for this new series, and I ain't one of them. I'm looking at you, <a href="http://classicforever.blogspot.com/">Millie </a>and Fern! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!<br />
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Basically, I'm going to give whoever is reading a little taster of the numerous Irish accents.<br />
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But I must warn you, this may take a while...there are only 32 counties but a LOT of accents. I might just focus on the coolest ones. Depends on how I feel.<br />
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So, prepare yourself, lovely reader, for me cringing/swooning over many an accent! I think this could be fun.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm allowed to be stereotypical-I am Irish! </td></tr>
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Sob. </div>QUB English Societyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277772854954917106noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442144906786785724.post-90657575826671696482011-04-17T12:52:00.000-07:002011-04-17T12:52:04.576-07:00The Dill Man's Belated Birthday!BRADFORD DILLMAN WAS 71 ON THE 14TH! WHOOP WHOOP!<br />
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However, I've run out of Bradford Brilliance to blog about. I didn't think it would be possible, but it is...<br />
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And so, I leave you with all the Bradford I have...PHOTO SPAM!<br />
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Happy Birthday, Mr. Dillman!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His fabulous moustache!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His red shirt!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There is nothing out of the ordinary in this photo!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And again!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9nlHGbREumS6rhhqBSNcnOVmkZ-EYly8kTrEEFvWvM4B2a4IxpCGWWyf4wffNDsBdyKV78bvkUNeHgckHzhbGdXDMZFgbd4B9-pozv_ve5AOpSaKlUMVdTIaRjydraLlWhitbnZJVo20/s1600/Bradford+Dillman+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9nlHGbREumS6rhhqBSNcnOVmkZ-EYly8kTrEEFvWvM4B2a4IxpCGWWyf4wffNDsBdyKV78bvkUNeHgckHzhbGdXDMZFgbd4B9-pozv_ve5AOpSaKlUMVdTIaRjydraLlWhitbnZJVo20/s320/Bradford+Dillman+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice wall!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">EVIL SMILE!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>QUB English Societyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277772854954917106noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442144906786785724.post-87789830956502075952011-04-15T10:52:00.001-07:002011-04-15T10:52:43.859-07:00Alfred Hitchcock!<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/alfred_hitchcock/set?id=30432381"><img alt="Alfred Hitchcock!" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFklnRFVEb2xuNEJHT2NjTzlNeGRyU2cAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Alfred Hitchcock!" width="400" /></a><br />
<small><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/alfred_hitchcock/set?id=30432381"><br />
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My favourite witty quotes from the brilliant Alfie Hitch!</div>QUB English Societyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277772854954917106noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442144906786785724.post-21783641162103464162011-04-09T07:49:00.001-07:002011-04-09T07:49:49.644-07:00The Mean Reds<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/mean_reds/set?id=30211439"><img alt="The Mean Reds" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlVEdUhnYmhpNEJHT1FNSnBWWDJsVWcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="The Mean Reds" width="400" /></a><br />
<small><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/mean_reds/set?id=30211439"><br />
</a><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"></a></small></div>QUB English Societyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277772854954917106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442144906786785724.post-15546951282296649062011-04-05T12:07:00.000-07:002011-04-05T12:07:56.457-07:00Quote Of The Day (and Happy Birthday, Gregory Peck)!IT'S THE MAN'S BIRTHDAY! HECK YEAH!<br />
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<i><span class="body">'What did I do in high school? I grew from 5 feet 4 inches to 6 feet 2 inches.'</span></i><br />
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<a href="http://www.polyvore.com/being_vintage_gal/set?id=29984168"><img alt="Being A Vintage Gal" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkVwYVlZVzVkNEJHTjBqV051WTFXeHcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Being A Vintage Gal" width="400" /></a><br />
<small><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/being_vintage_gal/set?id=29984168"><br />
</a><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"></a></small></div>Speaks for itself, don't it?!QUB English Societyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277772854954917106noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442144906786785724.post-91892894223328375142011-03-29T12:23:00.000-07:002011-03-29T12:23:42.104-07:00My Abandonment Of The Blogosphere...My actions have been totally unforgivable. I'm an outrage. I'm a disgrace. I don't deserve to be part of the blogosphere. I really don't.<br />
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But it had to be done, I assure you all! School is killing me a bit at the moment and...well, school is killing me a bit at the moment. I HAD NO CHOICE!<br />
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I promise you, dear blog, I will return. Find you, love you, marry you...I'm quoting Atonement again, aren't I? Scrap that. Um...basically, I will be blogging regularly again very soon. <br />
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I MISS YOU, BORN IN THE WRONG DECADE!<br />
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I leave you with this, just because it has been stuck in my head for all of eternity. Enjoy!QUB English Societyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277772854954917106noreply@blogger.com2