Went online this morning to get directions to the new stable, and was surprised when the computer told me that it was updating the clock…completely forgot, and I got into a panic for a few minutes, thinking that it was fifteen minutes before my lesson. Realised after a near-heart attack that it was actually 10:15. lol…sometimes I feel like such a spastic.
Not much else happening (certainly not threesomes! lol). In a second-hand bookstore I found Angela Carter’s The Magic Toyshop. She is such a gorgeous writer. For those of you who are unfamiliar with her, her Bloody Chamber was the basis for the WONDERFUL Company of Wolves, which she co-wrote (if I’m not mistaken) with Neil Jordan. If you haven’t seen that, rent it today, and don’t be put off by the crap horror-movie cover image. She writes fairly tales and fantasy in the old manner: very sensual, violent, surreal. Fairytales were cleaned up for children by the Victorians; the original versions of the stories are definitely for adults.
Well, I’m off to see a girl about jumping a horse…talk to you later.
a lot of the older sidhe folk did things that would be appropriate for children to hear.