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The second single malt to be released by the fabulous Aber Falls distillery in North Wales is here! This expression was matured in a combination of Oloroso, Pedro Ximénez, bourbon, and virgin oak casks and is positively brimming with rich fruit and subtle spice. Striving for sustainability and quality, the team at Aber Falls works closely with local farmers to grow top quality Welsh barley and contribute to the local economy. It gets a thumbs up from us!

About The Brand: Aber Falls

There are only four whisky distilleries in Wales, and Aber Falls is the first to open in North Wales since the early 1900s. Our whiskey is produced, bottled, and aged in our distillery, which is just a short distance from Rhaeadr Fawr, the well-known Aber Falls waterfall. We use locally sourced, freshly made Welsh ingredients to create our whisky.  Our distillery is located in the town of Abergwyngregyn, which lies at the base of the renowned Aber Falls waterfall. This attractive area, which draws more than 50,000 tourists annually, is close to the seaside and conveniently located off the A55.Our building, which was formerly a slate works in the 19th century, a margarine factory during the World Wars, and more recently a drinks wholesaler depot, has been lovingly restored and renovated and serves as the perfect setting for the production of our spirits and showcasing the zeal and expertise of our craftsmanship.

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I'm going a little batshit on my GO side blog, but this seemed like the correct announcement format for this blog.

My blorbos! Are coming back! Yay!!

Can I hear a fucking wahooooo??!??!?!!

Source

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Writing Reference: A Historical Menu

Origin — Food — Drink

1900 — tacos, quiche, schwarma, pizza, osso bucco, paella, tuna, goulash, hamburger, mousse, borscht, grapefruit, éclair, chips, bouillabaisse, mayonnaise, ravioli, crêpes, consommé — Coca Cola, soda water, riesling

1800 — spaghetti, soufflé, bechamel, ice cream, kipper, chowder, sandwich, jam, meringue, hors d‘oeuvre, welsh rabbit — tequila, seltzer, whisky

1700 — avocado, paté, muffin, vanilla, mincemeat, pasta, salmagundi, yoghurt, kedgeree — gin, port, champagne, brandy, sherbet

1600 — omelette, litchi, tomato, curry, chocolate, banana, macaroni, caviar, pilav, anchovy, maize, potato, turkey, artichoke, scone — tea, sherry, coffee, sillabub

1500 — marchpane (marzipan), whiting, offal, melon, pineapple, mushroom, salmon, partridge

Middle English — venison, pheasant, crisp, cream, bacon, biscuit, oyster, toast, pastry, jelly, ham, veal, mustard, beef, mutton, brawn, sauce, potage, broth, herring, meat, cheese — muscatel, rhenish (rhine wine), claret, ale

Old English — cucumber, mussel, butter, fish, bread — beer, wine, water

The evolution of terms for food and drink is an interesting reflection of the history of cultural contact between English-speaking countries and the rest of the world (G. Hughes, 1988).

Source ⚜ Food History ⚜ Writing Notes ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[gingersnaptaff]

Quick shitpost for you all but ut'd what I think a few of the Arthurian characters would drink at Christmas. With thanks to @gwalch-mei for being my partner in crime and listening to me ramble again.

Arthur: u would think it'd be like whisky or something cuz u know refined, elegant, a very sophisticated drink befitting a king. WRONG. Twenty-four white Russians and then advocaat and lemonade.

Guinevere drinks red wine, cuz ots classy looks like the blood of her enemies and she enjoys holding the goblet and looking like a bad bitch. Just don't tell her her teeth are black pls.

Morgan actually has the whisky because she's tired of her brother's tomfoolery waiting for fuckin miracles and delaying her eating pigs in blankets.

Cai and Bedwyr have Guinness and IPA's respectively because they are doing beer 52 and have become inundated with beers. Bedwyr likes trying new beers and Cai thinks of it as a couple thing. (He does not tell Bedwyr he hates Guinness)

Lance has like a sea breeze. Only one. Spends the rest of the night on water.

Owain and Morfudd get into a drinking competition with the Orkneys (other than Gawain. He's snogging Bertilak in the corner and going on about minty fresh breath)

Gaheris has on sambuca shot and fuckin goes catatonic. Mordred finds him passed out the next day on a bean bag. Lynette has to carry him home. Luned has to carry Owain home but like the crow army helps.

Morgause has baileys. Classic, easy to drink, everybody gets into fights over the last of it.

Agravaine has a dark and stormy cuz he liked the name but it does make him 'look like a knobber' in Mordred's words

Isolde has mead cuz it's sweet and gets u drunk QUICKLY she will need it because Tristan WILL do karaoke later.

Gareth has jagermeister I think. Or like a tequila sunrise.

Dagonet's drink of choice is like a fuckin cocktail with loads of whipped cream on it. Fruity, but also feels like it shouldn't work.

Galahad's is just water but he does the whole blood of Christ thing.

Percival's is either a dark welsh beer, OR a bloody mary but without the vodka.

Tor's is a whisky slammer.

Palomides has an Irish coffee.

Same with Clarissant but she's having like something with irn bru in it to freak her brothers out.

Also, Myrddin and Gwendydd have a bottle of apple schnapps between themselves. Do NOT mention Gwenddoleu at any point in Myrddin's earshot or he WILL cry.

Geraint's is a fireball but mixed with red hot chilli that Guinevere gave him as a prank. He goes so red that she thinks he's actually on fire. Enid is caught between 'holy ahit, my husband's dying!' And 'omg, I gotta kiss the Queen.' (She doesn't drink if ur wondering.)

Culhwch: really strong braggod (honey mead.) He too passes out only to be found on top of the ramparts the next day with a pig hat on his head. Do not ask.

Olwen has a v floral drink that other people are like, 'This is straight-up perfume.' She doesn't dispute it. Like would u? Her dad would kill up.

Edern has something v dark and bitter. He's the Knight of the Sparrowhawk like he has to. (When people aren't looking he swaps it for a cocktail and drinks it while furtively eyeing Geraint.)

Lionel and Bors have three whisky mac's each and then proceed to switch to water to ape Lance. He has to take them home.

[ingravinoveritas]

I can't stop thinking about how the Macallan people really missed a trick by not having Michael in that advert. You could've had him and David sharing a glass of whisky and staring into each other's eyes in front of a roaring fire. Michael as a repressed Welsh sheep farmer who meets whiskey distiller David up in the Highlands in the past and then crosses paths with him again in the present. They end up together living in a cute little cottage and raising sheep, and Repressed Michael fulfills his secret dream of becoming a drag queen with flat cap-wearing bisexual David's encouragement and they open a gay nightclub/distillery in town together. I've been calling Staged 'Brokeback Mount Him' for the last four years. Do you see the vision here...

[sgiandubh]

S on BBC 4's Saturday Live: 'anything but a quiet life'

As you all know, S was today on BBC Four's Saturday Live radio talk show, sharing the scene with people like super male model David Gandy, Catrin Finch - a Welsh harpist of international repute and the ever fascinating Lucy Worsley, a strong contender (along with Mary Beard) for the title of personal favorite (living) historian.

You can listen (as I dutifully did twice) to it here: https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m001t96r. I don't know how to embed it on this page, but that shouldn't be a problem.

The show is always interesting and I strongly suggest to let it play along and not rely only on my summing up & comments. I particularly enjoyed Lucy Worsley's Medieval and Baroque musical selection (flawless!) - but enough said, we're here for S, who was live on show from BBC's London studios.

As usually, I am going to transcript it as much as I can, primarily for those reading this post and using Google Translate (@bat-cat-reader, you are served!). So, you will kindly excuse the length, thank you.

At the 07:40 mark, a half jocular mention when prompted by the host: not a cricketer and not a harpist either (you can say many things about S, but not that he's got no humor - always a big plus in my book). But then things quickly get emotional, when he immediately mentions his mother (the question generally asked was 'what did your parents sacrifice for you?'), who 'sacrificed a lot (...) [as] a single parent, (...) she gave us everything, I think'. And then he quickly gets emotional, mentioning Chrissie H. again:

'(...) can I give my mom a shoutout, it's her birthday, on Monday [Nikki Bedi, presenter: 'aww, of course you can!'], so happy birthday, Chrissie, and thank you so much and I wish... I'm glad you never got me a harp, because I would have never dedicated myself. I think that's why I became an actor, because I didn't have to work too hard at one thing.'

It's then David Gandy's turn to talk about his own rural childhood in Billericay (Essex), his close knit family and his parents' endeavor of building a business and the now incomprehensible need to use faxes, something he has now to 'explain to the younger ones'. Then Nikki Bedi turns to S (13:08): 'Sam's laughing at that. Do you remember faxes?' Answer: 'I do.. I mean, I remember faxes getting scripts through or couriers bringing you know, scripts to your door, it..it's just a completely different world, now, and I am sure the fashion world is completely different now, isn't it, David, I mean it's changed so much'.

Onwards to more questions asked by Mrs. Bedi. This one was interesting (19:16): 'Sam, do you fear that each job you do is an act that could be your last? Is that always in the back or front of your mind?' Answer: 'Yeah, I think.. David, I mean...um... earnestly, everything you're saying there kinda rings true for my career as well... I am sure for Catrin being, you know, being a musician, I think it's, you know [Nikki Bedi: is it true, Catrin? CF: yes, absolutely, yeah, many things David said... it's the same (...)'].

Huw Stevens mentions alternatives to 'gigs', the need to plan for the future and the fact 'you always have to remain busy', mentioning S's whisky. Gandy also mentions S ('you've got quite a few businesses [...] a man after my own heart, we'll then gonna have to go out'), immediately cued in by Nikki Bedi ('whisky, tequila, gin').

Just after Lucy Worsley's superb intervention (easily my favorite of the whole program!), cue in to the kilt on a glacier part of S's chit-chat I am sure we all dutifully 🙄, by now. I noted the slight hesitation in his voice, while mentioning 'my...my friend, Graham McTavish', so I will not - yeah, sue me-, I repeat: I will not transcript this verbatim, simply because it doesn't really bring anything new or important to what we all know, already. Sitting on a glacier 'in a kilt, in commando, yes, it's my claim to fame'. Disgruntled Tumblrettes, beware - he poked fun at himself (shall I sign this to you, or are you able to read my lips?) and that is something only very intelligent people are able to do without sounding pathetic. Another interesting thing is the way Nikki Bedi presented S ('the actor, award-winning liquor maker and writer'- 36:00), roughly midway of the whole broadcast.

His dedicated segment begins at the 49:10 mark and lasts until the end, about 10 minutes in all. He was introduced by Huw Stevens: "Sam Heughan, it seems, would like anything but a quiet life", plus some cursory bio elements, mentioning his mother's influence on his own creativity, his breakthrough as JAMMF, but also TCND (Nikki Bedi watches it and 'apparently the third episode is the most steamy' 🤦‍♀️). 'He is also a philanthropist, businessman and thrill seeker, and of course, as mentioned earlier, has his own whisky and is a best-selling author'. Mentions his 'parents, characterful people, hippies, in the Seventies, with a love for Tolkien'. S: 'my mum would probably kill me if I called her a hippie' - also, 'she is not the best singer, but there was always music around'. Stevens mentions the Gandalf's Garden Soho hippie community both his parents were a part of before he was born, but S doesn't develop it. The rest (difficult childhood, loner, using his imagination sparked his creativity, etc) we know from Waypoints. The very Scottish concept of 'stravaigin'' comes along in the conversation, which is not exactly a drifter and a bit more than a wanderer (if I understood correctly) - perhaps a good title for a second personal memoir, S? I'll leave this idea float in here for free, heh. OL comes along then, and by far the most interesting thing he mentioned about it is that "it is my life, it's taken over my life', hoping it would sparkle at least some conversation in the comments' thread. OL 'has also been hugely beneficial for Scotland, increased tourism by 200% in some locations (...), and it's all down to the magic of Scotland'.

Next projects: exciting not to really know what is next, but 'I am also saying no to a lot, because I am in a place now where I think the next decision is really important (...). I enjoy being in control now (....), producing my own shows and you know, my own products. (...) once you take control of that creativity (....) there's a lot of freedom and yeah, we shall see'.

And then Huw Stevens makes a joke - but was it really a joke? it's the BBC, after all - and says that all four of the guests could contribute something to what 'could be the next generation of Bond', (S: 'the finest British production'). Cue in an anecdote about S being invited to present an event to Buckingham Palace and taking a cab to a pub, right afterwards. MPC and tomorrow's book signing at Saint Pancras station wrap off the show.

Quickly, my 50 cents on it: way, way better than expected and S always delivers when they ask no weird questions about his private life (hallelujah, maybe they listen to us, after all?). The question about the fear of each job being the last reminded me of one of his answers in a very early interview: 'your biggest fear? getting the sack'. This time, his answer, whatever he intended to say, got lost in the brouhaha, but I suspect not much has changed, essentially, even if the 'after OL' part of the show strives to tell a more optimistic story.

But the thing that impressed me the most and in a very good way is the attention he got from all the other people invited in that studio. Unlike the social nobodies of Tumblr, they did not find bizarre the fact that he created his own spirits business and is actively promoting it. They were far from judging him: in fact, I even think he made a new friend of David Gandy, who had quite positive and nice and honest things to say about him. S was articulate and graceful and very moving every single time he mentioned Chrissie. And I am also sure he would have loved to share more things, especially when David was lovingly talking about his wife and daughters. But he couldn't. And that is a shame. But this too, shall pass - The Boy is slowly learning to say no to a lot of things, as he just let us know. Probably the best news we've got from him in a good while.

And now, onwards to a particularly venomous Anon I am still pondering the answer to.

[is-she-suffering]

Crispin Gray interview

Speed: Why did you choose to call yourself Queen Adreena?

Crispin: Actually, I think it's just a dream that Katie had, the singer of the group. She dreamed of someone named Queen Adreena, a British warrior or something like that.

Speed: When did you meet for the first time with Katie, Daisy Chainsaw for the group?

Crispin. : I met by ad in Melody Maker, a magazine that does not exist today. She was the first to have answered me.

 Speed:  ​​And then to Queen Adreena, how did you meet and Pete Howard?

 Crispin. : I scored "Drummer wanted" (looking drummer) on the back of my jacket. It's not that Pete has noticed, but another guy who knew him. Then he said "I'll find you Pete." I do not know if Pete really wanted to do it to be honest but ... (laughs).  Nomi is Welsh, (laughs) that's really all you need to know about her, she is Welsh, and she speaks Welsh. But in fact I do not remember how I met her.

 Speed: How is your latest album different from other?

 Crispin. : Well, it is rather the first album we did we love in truth. We do not really love others as they are, say, polluted by managers and other horrible individuals in the music industry. So we hope one day to make an album that we really love since we will have done ourselves without anyone in the music industry to lead us.

Speed: What you get inspired to write songs and to compose? Who writes and composes, anyway?

 Crispin. : It puts all our grain of salt really. Katie writes the lyrics. But what are they talking about, I do not know actually, but Katie should know. I would say that I just love to make noise. (laughs).

 Speed: And now, what is your favorite band?

 Crispin. : I like the Cramps. You know, they made this song, Tequila ... And I also like the Chambers Brothers who made this great song, "Time is come today". If you do not know you should listen, it's really great.

Speed: You were discovered by Marilyn Manson. Was he an artist that you’ve enjoyed before?

Crispin: To be honest with you, I had heard two of these songs, and briefly. So I do not really know him. He came to me the day of an awards, a magazine which I'm sure you've never heard. And he said "oh I remember you! ". In fact he had seen Daisy Chainsaw at Whisky A Go Go in Los Angeles, it must be at least 300 years ago. Then he said he remembered us, except him, he said with his voice right out of hell (laughs)!

Speed: Do you have plans for Queen Adreena now?

Crispin: I would say one thing at a time, but we would really like to make an album that we love without manager or anything ... It would be fantastic!

Speed: How would you define Queen Adreena?

Crispin : I will not do it. I will not even try.

Speed: When you are on stage, your goal for the public, what is it?

Crispin. : The interest especially. I hate the idea that might annoy someone. And I think it's great if the sound is good and everything, but it must necessarily have more energy. Something that catches your attention, and ALL of your attention.

Speed: Have you ever played in France?

Crispin: Yes I think we played Rennes Transmusicales festival.

Speed: And what do you think about the French public?

Crispin: From what I can tell, it is quite nice. But you know, it's only two hours that we're here! (Laughs). When we played in Rennes, which is a big city with a university, the public had come from all over France. But it looks nice!

Speed: Thank you very much for this interview and good concert!

Crispin. : Thank you, see you soon !

[scotianostra]

12th June 1997 saw The island of Eigg pass into community ownership when it was purchased by the Eigg Heritage Trust.

After years of instability, neglect and lack of secure tenure, the Isle of Eigg Heritage Trust was able to purchase the island on, largely due to the generosity of around ten thousand members of the general public

The Hebridean island of Eigg is second to St Kilda as the most famous of the smaller Scotttish isles. While St Kilda is renowned for its extinction as a place of human settlement, Eigg is celebrated for its rebirth. After overthrowing its eccentric, authoritarian owner two decades ago, this 31 sq km (12 sq mile) patch of moor and mountain was reborn as what is sometimes mockingly called the People’s Republic of Eigg.

This triumph of David versus Goliath has forged an apparently inspirational, sustainable community of 100 people.

A series of owners tried unsuccessfully to run some sort of business on Eigg during the latter part of the 20th century, from the Welsh Farmer whose Hereford cattle promptly died of bracken poisoning. Disheartened, he got rid of Eigg for £110,000 in 1971 to Bernard Farnham-Smith, self-styled naval commander, head of an English charity that wanted to run the island as a school for disabled boys, by 1973 the Eigg’s own school had only one pupil. Rather more successful was eccentric Keith Schoenberg, a dashing, Yorkshire-born businessman and former Olympic bobsleigher, acquired Eigg.

He was a charming, persuasive adventurer, who, over the next 20 years endeared himself to the guests by allowing them to perch on the running board as he drove them to beach picnics or moonlit games of hockey. One failed marriage after the other ended with him reluctantly having to sell the island in 1992 in his divorce settlement, in a surprise move he ended up bidding and became sole owner of Eigg, this didn’t go down well with the Islanders who were tiring of him, culminating in a fire in sheds on Eigg’s pier, with Schellenberg’s Roller inside. Police arrived but noone was ever brought to justice for the arson attack, maybe the Polis were just happy to get off the island alive rather than ending up in a wooden effigy atop a bonfire! “It was once the laird’s factor [his estate manager] who went about burning people out. Now it seems OK to burn out the laird himself,” fumed Schellenberg.

By 1995 he had enough and put the island up for sale, but refused to sell to the population, it should really be of no surprise that the knew owner seemed more eccentric than the previous one, self style Professor Gotthilf Christian Eckhard Oesterle was a fire-worshipping German artist and self-styled “professor” who went by the name of Maruma having read the new name in a pool of water in Geneva.

He declared it was impossible to own Eigg and vowed to improve opportunities for the community, build a swimming pool, and replace the dirty diesel generators that provided electricity with an integrated system of wind and solar power. The press discovered that, unfortunately, Maruma was not quite what he seemed: he was unknown in the art world, he wasn’t a proper professor, and he had used Eigg as security for a £300,000 loan at a punitive 20% interest rate. He promised to remove the island’s rusty old cars, but a pile of wrecks soon accumulated by the pier: locals dubbed it “the Maruma centre”. In July 1996, the island was put up for sale again, at an inflated price of £2m.

The Islanders Trust rthrew themselves into raising the asking price. . The story of the islanders who wanted to buy their own island was portrayed as a jolly romp in the style of Compton Mackenzie’s Whisky Galore, in which Hebridean islanders rebel against British bureaucrats. Eigg folk didn’t particularly relish this stereotype, but it captured imaginations and raised money.

Donations began flowing in at the rate of £1,000 per post bag; soon it was £30,000 per bag. Concerts took place in Edinburgh, Glasgow, Tyrone – and even Detroit – to raise funds. A mystery benefactor, a woman from northern England whose identity remains secret. gave £900,000. Most donations came from England. Outsiders were shocked by the feudalism that the islanders endured – the owners even decided which of them, if any, could eat Eigg’s seaweed – and worried about the possible fate of its pristine environment. The wildlife trusts, including the Scottish Wildlife Trust, were particularly effective at mobilising their members to help Eigg.

Meanwhile, the island’s Trust feared that Maruma’s German estate agent would sell Eigg to another international client. The agent described the Scottish islands on his books as “the Van Goghs” of 120 personally inspected paradises: “There is a sense of romance in buying islands. It is the ultimate purchase you can make, a complete miniature world of which you can be king.” Maruma’s creditor, a German clothing exporter, finally put the islanders out of their misery. After Maruma defaulted on his £300,000 loan, the creditor used the Scottish courts to force Eigg’s sale. His solicitors accepted the islanders’ offer of £1.5m on 4 April 1997. Finally, the people of Eigg owned their island.

Eigg has been hailed as Scotland’s most Eco-Friendly Island and the community trust are doing a great job of running a successful business, which includes offering accommodation, courses and working holidays for volunteers, you can read more about the Island on their website here. http://www.isleofeigg.org/

[askwhatsforlunch]

Phryne Fisher's Winter Cookbook

When the skies are grey, and there's a definite chill in the air, I'm bound to find comfort in old favourites, be they dishes or books, and I often make time to cosy up in my velvet chair with a dog-eared murder mystery. On the occasions the novel in question is a Phryne Fisher adventure, I would mix myself a cocktail from Mr. Butler's grimoire and happily sip and read to my heart's content. I thought I would share, as it is getting chillier every day, Phryne Fisher's Winter Cookbook, inspired by the dinners, suppers, teas and tipples the St. Kilda household enjoys in the colder months!

Mr. Butler's Thawing Tipples

Mr. Butler’s Phryne 

Mr Butler’s Special 

Mrs Butler’s Whisky Toddy 

Phryne’s Hot Chocolate and Raisin Toast 

Mrs. Butler's Warming Mains

Mrs. Butler’s Salmon Petits Bateaux 

Mrs. Butler’s Chicken and Chives Petits Bateaux 

Bacon and Egg Pies

Mrs. Butler’s Welsh Rarebit

Ruth and Jane's Comforting Cakes

Mrs Rosenbaum’s Jam and Cream Chocolate Cake 

[linnetagain]

Oh hey I have a vacation rec for the Bloodweave fam: the Isle of Skye, apparently a part of the Inner Hebrides islands of Scotland. It has no light pollution at all, so they can go lookin at stars and such. And maybe Astarion will find a Scottish island slightly more cool than Wales, idk.

YES!!! I ADORE SKYE!!!

Gale would LOVE being able to do the tours of the whisky distilleries, the history and mythology and the landscape!! And Astarion would love listening to him patter about all of it and all of these 'first time' experiences he'd be having alongside Hessie as a city boy. He would NOT appreciate the lack of WiFi or phone signal tho lol. They'd definitely tire Hessie out traipsing around the countryside tho, I don't think either of them would pick hiking by choice but Gale would be intrigued enough to try at Halsin's suggestion and Astarion wouldn't tolerate being left alone wherever they were staying. I'm picturing campfires on a slightly too cold beach and badly toasted marshmallows.

Also with all the affection in the world, I'm Welsh and I fucking love Wales haha. We just get forgotten about a lot! It would be entirely self indulgent but man am I tempted to have Gale take Astarion to Wales anyway and Astarion be like... okay maybe it's not Greece but it IS pretty cool. Halsin would probably try to persuade them to go wild swimming or something haha

[oflucius]

lucius malfoy wouldn't be caught dead in the three broomsticks under any circumstances, or so he thought -- turns out desperate times called for desperate measures. a month long mission in france; sure, beautiful country and all that, but how he'd missed welsh whisky. after a completed report in diagon alley, he headed straight for hogsmeade and just walked in the first pub he saw, a place well below his standards, but it would make due, just for tonight. the malfoy made a grimace as soon as the whisky touched his lips. "disgusting." he scoffed, muttering to himself and suddenly regretting his choices. nothing worse than cheap liquor but still, it felt good to be back in england. he noticed someone looking at him and locked eyes with the person. he spoke after a moment of silence. "it'll last longer if you take a picture."

[ob4yme]

──── 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒.

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. the regeneration that goes by har.old saxon cuts a broad, commanding figure; what he lacks in height at 5'10", he makes up for in presence and posture. the best descriptor for this face and its presentation would be distinguished - old enough to come across as experienced and trustworthy, but with just enough youthful charm to be accessible cross-generationally. his hair is a well-managed mess of salt-and-pepper waves, his beard close cropped. his skin is pale, and he can generally be seen in some manner of designer suit when appearing in public.

𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋. the primary note is a faintly smoky one - sandalwood, ozone, that sort of thing, with a gently metallic aftertaste. he favours colognes with ironic naming conventions, but he doesn't have one in particular that could be labelled as his.

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄. at the root of it, there's almost a note of pomegranate to him - something of his heritage, tangy, a little bit earthy. above that, a sharp, clean spearmint, most often covering for an expensive whisky.

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃. the master's voice is warm, rich, and eerily familiar; almost hypnotic in nature, he speaks with a magnetism, alluring and articulate. his accent is faintly equivalent to an earth welsh, though he has been known to affect others as suits his purpose. nine out of ten conversations are accompanied by a four-count drumbeat, tapped out on whatever nearby surface best accommodates.

𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋. he runs intensely hot; almost scalding to the touch, he gives the impression of a star compressed into humanoid form, and there is almost a thrumming beneath the skin to further support this. he vacillates between scrupulously groomed and incredibly unkempt, depending on his relative sanity and social status, but tends to favour fine fabrics, decadent to touch - and his hands, in a contrast that delights him, are kept perpetually soft and well-manicured.

tagged by: yoinked from @timedten tagging: @ibring1ife, @isbrilliant, @pondwaits, @undyingrogue, and anyone else that wants!

[nuriaverde]

Los agujeros de guion de "Crime" de Irvine Welsh

Vaya por delante que “Crime” de Irvine Welsh es un buen thriller, con fuerte sabor a whisky y a lluvia escocesas, a barrios oscuros de altos y grises edificios victorianos del viejo Edimburgo- Eso sí, tras ver la serie, se me quitan las ganas de ir a Edimburgo de por vida por el mal rollo que me da. San embargo, la veo porque me emociona y me interesa Dougray Scott, el actor que interpreta al…

[scotianostra]

12th June 1997 saw The island of Eigg pass into community ownership when it was purchased by the Eigg Heritage Trust.

After years of instability, neglect and lack of secure tenure, the Isle of Eigg Heritage Trust was able to purchase the island on, largely due to the generosity of around ten thousand members of the general public

The Hebridean island of Eigg is second to St Kilda as the most famous of the smaller Scottish isles. While St Kilda is renowned for its extinction as a place of human settlement, Eigg is celebrated for its rebirth. After overthrowing its eccentric, authoritarian owner two decades ago, this 31 sq km (12 sq mile) patch of moor and mountain was reborn as what is sometimes mockingly called the People’s Republic of Eigg.

This triumph of David versus Goliath has forged an apparently inspirational, sustainable community of 100 people.

A series of owners tried unsuccessfully to run some sort of business on Eigg during the latter part of the 20th century, from the Welsh Farmer whose Hereford cattle promptly died of bracken poisoning. Disheartened, he got rid of Eigg for £110,000 in 1971 to Bernard Farnham-Smith, self-styled naval commander, head of an English charity that wanted to run the island as a school for disabled boys, by 1973 the Eigg’s own school had only one pupil. Rather more successful was eccentric Keith Schoenberg, a dashing, Yorkshire-born businessman and former Olympic bobsleigher, acquired Eigg.

He was a charming, persuasive adventurer, who, over the next 20 years endeared himself to the guests by allowing them to perch on the running board as he drove them to beach picnics or moonlit games of hockey. One failed marriage after the other ended with him reluctantly having to sell the island in 1992 in his divorce settlement, in a surprise move he ended up bidding and became sole owner of Eigg, this didn’t go down well with the Islanders who were tiring of him, culminating in a fire in sheds on Eigg’s pier, with Schellenberg’s Roller inside. Police arrived but noone was ever brought to justice for the arson attack, maybe the Polis were just happy to get off the island alive rather than ending up in a wooden effigy atop a bonfire! “It was once the laird’s factor [his estate manager] who went about burning people out. Now it seems OK to burn out the laird himself,” fumed Schellenberg.

By 1995 he had enough and put the island up for sale, but refused to sell to the population, it should really be of no surprise that the knew owner seemed more eccentric than the previous one, self style Professor Gotthilf Christian Eckhard Oesterle was a fire-worshipping German artist and self-styled “professor” who went by the name of Maruma having read the new name in a pool of water in Geneva.

He declared it was impossible to own Eigg and vowed to improve opportunities for the community, build a swimming pool, and replace the dirty diesel generators that provided electricity with an integrated system of wind and solar power. The press discovered that, unfortunately, Maruma was not quite what he seemed: he was unknown in the art world, he wasn’t a proper professor, and he had used Eigg as security for a £300,000 loan at a punitive 20% interest rate. He promised to remove the island’s rusty old cars, but a pile of wrecks soon accumulated by the pier: locals dubbed it “the Maruma centre”. In July 1996, the island was put up for sale again, at an inflated price of £2m.

The Islanders Trust rthrew themselves into raising the asking price. . The story of the islanders who wanted to buy their own island was portrayed as a jolly romp in the style of Compton Mackenzie’s Whisky Galore, in which Hebridean islanders rebel against British bureaucrats. Eigg folk didn’t particularly relish this stereotype, but it captured imaginations and raised money.

Donations began flowing in at the rate of £1,000 per post bag; soon it was £30,000 per bag. Concerts took place in Edinburgh, Glasgow, Tyrone – and even Detroit – to raise funds. A mystery benefactor, a woman from northern England whose identity remains secret. gave £900,000. Most donations came from England. Outsiders were shocked by the feudalism that the islanders endured – the owners even decided which of them, if any, could eat Eigg’s seaweed – and worried about the possible fate of its pristine environment. The wildlife trusts, including the Scottish Wildlife Trust, were particularly effective at mobilising their members to help Eigg.

Meanwhile, the island’s Trust feared that Maruma’s German estate agent would sell Eigg to another international client. The agent described the Scottish islands on his books as “the Van Goghs” of 120 personally inspected paradises: “There is a sense of romance in buying islands. It is the ultimate purchase you can make, a complete miniature world of which you can be king.” Maruma’s creditor, a German clothing exporter, finally put the islanders out of their misery. After Maruma defaulted on his £300,000 loan, the creditor used the Scottish courts to force Eigg’s sale. His solicitors accepted the islanders’ offer of £1.5m on 4 April 1997. Finally, the people of Eigg owned their island.

Recently the Island's trust advertised the two raree jobs on Eigg of a head teacher and a warm homes manager

Eigg has been hailed as Scotland’s most Eco-Friendly Island and the community trust are doing a great job of running a successful business, which includes offering accommodation, courses and working holidays for volunteers, you can read more about the Island on their website here. http://www.isleofeigg.org/

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For everyone x)

🍬 Who is their biggest supporter (friend, family, etc)?

🏹 Which one is more likely to think Valentine's Day is lame?

🤍 What is their favorite or most admired quality in the other?

🧸 BONUS! Include one of your favorite moments between them!

Thank you for these asks!!!! 🍬 - Seren: In terms of her being with Sam? That would be Barrett. He saw her practically glow when ever she was around him and the fact Sam instantly gelled with her, Barrett knew his friend needed that joy back in his life. Aeryn: With her interest in Reyes? Vetra. She warned Aeryn of the tangle of getting involved with him, but once she saw how Aeryn was around him, supported her, going so far as to arrange a clandestine intervention when Aeryn had her breakdown over what occurred on the Archon's ship. Zofie: No one, she didn't feel the need to discuss her private life, though she knew if her parents found out she was seeing Adam, they would trust her judgement. Kiara: Her father, she knows would support her choice, once he saw how Garrett had made her the best version of herself she could be. 🏹- Seren: Sam is a old fashioned romantic, who takes every opportunity to show his affection, not needing an official day to say it. Seren finds it adorable and always reciprocates, but until meeting him, never really thought much of the tradition, especially as a kid being bullied in school, she dreaded the day as it was just another chance to be harassed. Aeryn: She always found it corny, just like every official 'day of lover' that every species seemed to have. Reyes seems to consider every day he's with her Valentine's day. Zofie: St Valentine? hmm no, she prefers the welsh patron saint of love St Dynwen. Far more interesting story. She never celebrated though. Adam finds it all a cynical way of selling products. He prefers to show how he feels with words and deeds, not a card and a flower that will wilt and die. Kiara: it doesn't exist in her world or Garrett's. The closest equivalent is The Fugue Feast in the Isles and that is a time where the only thing she cared about was finding rich people so off their tits on drink and drugs they were easy to steal from and love was the furthest thought on her mind. 🤍- Seren: She loves Sam's absolute devotion to his daughter. For Sam, it's Seren's empathy. She has a gift she could easily abuse and yet she uses it to help. Aeryn: She fell for Reyes's confidence and still finds it irresistible. Reyes adores Aeryn's fiery strength and determination. Zofie: She fell for Adam's compassion, that he still cares even after everything he's been through. Adam adores Zofie's lust for life, that no matter what she picks herself up and keeps going. Aeryn: It was Garrett's creativity that she admires most. He isn't arrogant with what he can do, it's just skills he has and uses. Garrett saw a kindred spirit. Someone he could trust and count on. He admires her intelligence the most. 🧸- Seren: After Seren admits she loves Sam and he reciprocates, they talk and Seren reveals she knew Sam when she was a kid. I love how that conversation goes from contemplative to heated. Sam has a way of directing the conversation, but Seren isn't one to pass up an opportunity. Aeryn: It's an up and coming scene. It's a moment where Aeryn is brought out of the abyss by Reyes's just being there for her. A moment where they are just themselves with no other responsibilities. Zofie: I loved writing the moment Adam first meets Zofie after she broke into his apartment and waited for him with a glass of his whisky in her hands. There's the confidence Zofie brings that has Adam both intrigued and worried. Kiara: When Garrett finally stops being pigheaded and admits he has feelings for Kiara. it's melodramatic and angst driven and I cant wait to share it.

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Los oficiales

Dick Winters

- Es el que tiene más protagonismo

- Ya te oleras que está en un ship

- Empieza como un teniente de pelotón pero asciende a CO (oficial a cargo de la compañía) cuando Meehan muere, ahí asciende a capitán, lo ponen en un cargo más administrativo pero sigue con ellos todo el tiempo y asciende a mayor hacia el final.

Lewis Nixon

- Es de inteligencia por eso nunca está en el frente de batalla

- sarcástico

- mejor amigo de Dick

- un poquito alcohólico, pero específicamente con una marca de whisky, Vat69

- también empieza teniente pero también asciende.

Ron Speirs

- Creo que también es fácil de identificar

- Es "rudo" y pues todo lo del rumor de que mató a los POWs que al final nunca dicen si es cierto o no, pero todo el mundo le tiene miedito.

- Es de otra compañia, de la compañía D, ellos son la compañía E.

Harry Welsh

- Es de los oficiales más ...secundarios pero constantes que hay

- Está comprometido desde antes de la guerra y espera casarse apenas vuelva, por eso guardo su paracaídas de reserva, porque es de seda y se lo quería enviar a su novia para que hiciera un vestido de bodas

Buck Compton

- Se lleva muy bien con los no oficiales, para el no hay tanta distinción de rangos

- Al que le dispararon en el trasero y le salió derecho al otro lado, hasta donde vamos (cap 5) todavía se está recuperando pero vuelve más adelante en el siguiente capítulo.

Carwood Lipton

- Empieza la serie como sargento regular, luego asciende a sargento primero cuando el anterior muere en el avión con Meehan, dura un tiempo en sargento primero pero le dan la mención para hacerlo teniente más adelante.

- Es muy....maternal? Idk, pero si es como quien está siempre apoyándolos.