Why she's called "Mad" Irish Julie...
I had a wondrous visit from Mad Irish Julie, who flits in and out of my life like a beautiful exotic butterfly, like Tinkerbell sprinkling fairy-dust and happiness wherever she goes.
Here is her take on Cornwall:
"Oh, I'd looooove, to go to Cornwall. It sounds so wonderful, doesn't it?"
James and I nod in agreement...
".. you know, you just expect it's going to be all cliffs, clear blue skies and bracing breezes..."
James: "But surely you get that in Irleand?"
"Yes, but we don't have clotted cream and surfing. And, besides, you just expect the people in Cornwall to have these beautiful, craggy faces. Oh!! And they'd be wearing white shirts that would billow in the breeze. Can you picture it? Craggy faces and billowing shirts!!! Isn't it fantastic??" [Editor's note: yes, you can hear the multiple exclamation marks when she speaks, you really can.]
I tried to point out that if there was a breeze in Cornwall it would probably be freezing cold, and poeple with craggy faces would be likely to wear a fisherman's sweater, but she would have NONE of it.
"No, no no!! [voice getting slightly hysterical] Fishermen's jumpers can't billow. I need billowing. And for billowing it simply HAS to be a shirt. Billowing in the breeze. Those beautiful men with their craggy faces HAVE to be wearing shirts. I need billowing!!"
So, there you have it. Cornwall in a nutshell, Julie-style. I wonder what books she has been reading?
posted by Murphy at
12:07 PM
2 Comments:
and i'd challenge anyone to disagree with me. and they're all artists. or poets. or writers. and there are flowers everywhere. and the accent is a beautiful, growly burr. and they smile. and talk slowly, but beautifully too, with a calm, compassionate, yet humorous take on the world. and their plant pots are blue. and the shops have blue and white awning. and there are pink and purple and white and yellow creepers everywhere. oh, and the sunshine and waves and golden, golden sand.
now, what are our thoughts on the moors?
The moors? I'd say they were full of dark, brooding and slightly misunderstood very masculine men with black hair, and plain but intelligent brunettes who expend all their sexual energy on long hikes. Why do you ask?
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