Showing posts with label Robin Hood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Robin Hood. Show all posts

Wednesday, 25 July 2007

Its all fun and games...


You know it, I am back watching Robin of Sherwood. At present there is ye medieval dancing to a lovely folk band. I always appreciated the mass choreography of old fashioned dancing. In this case they have upped the ante: a room full of people dancing holding taper candles. I fear it is only a matter of time before Maid Marion's bouffant suffers. Insert flaming redhead joke here.

Oooh, a fight scene. I know it is not an important fight scene though, it does not have the dynamic battle music reserved for those. This is more of a plot building, casual, moments of hilarity piece of romping music. It is designed to show the youthful exuberance of Robin, leaping over fires, slicing up candles, besting his opponent in the most humiliating way possible. So I don't mind typing, I know Robin will triumph in the end.

The neckbearded man was begging for it anyway, if you ask me. Bloody ferals, you just can't trust anyone who worships Thor.

Monday, 4 June 2007

Just to prove I don't always moan about ads

I was just thinking how the local deity smiled upon me the other day; two unopened bottles of aqua schnapps just sitting outside the dairy in a bag. Usually its only the neighbourhood dogs who get a treat from there, but soon my flatmate and I shall be spiralling into an alcopop frenzy. In all liklihood we shall be dancing around a handbag in the middle of the room.

But while I wait for my 250ml sugar water debauch I am making use of the living room while no-one else is around. Indulging my no longer secret passion for Robin of Sherwood. I have some videos taped from TV in the 80s, and there are some commercials left in the mix. Watties Jelly fruit, the Wella Woman ad, Mark Todd & Bell Tea, Flemings Chewy Muesli bars (Chew me out of my mind...a MIGHTY snack).

If I did not love the soft focus hey nonny nonny so much I would just fast forward to the next break.

Which brings me to another great thing about living around here. I can always wander up to Robin Hood park on those foggy Dunedin days, and earnestly hope that Herne the Hunter will appear to tell me that I am the chosen one. Any day now...