When I was…sixteen? my best friend and her mum took me to Disneyland Paris/actual Paris for a weekend. I bought a cheap disposable camera to carry around with me. (This was before the days of camera phones.) I got the film developed when I got back, put the photos in a nice album and then forgot about them for almost a decade. Then I found the photo album again as an adult, had a proper look and…

…They’re actually quite good. I like the last one especially.

I love the royal family. It’s just like the best soap opera ever. You know, you’ve got two sons, one of whom is the perfect prince; he’s the heir to the throne and is expecting a child. The other is on the front line of a battle but spends his time with half nude women in Vegas. Then mum died tragically in what some people still think is a conspiracy. And then at the top you’ve got a doddery old bloke and a woman who doesn’t take any shit. If you threw in three dragons and a dwarf you’ve got season 2 of Game of Thrones.

Comedian Adam Hills on the Royal Family. (via youknowyourebritishwhen)

sunbeamdean:

There are men who seem to be born to be the reverse, the obverse, the wrong side. They are Pollux, Patrocles, Nisus, Eudamidas, Ephestion, Pechmeja. They only exist on condition that they are backed up with another man; their name is a sequel, and is only written preceded by the conjunction and; and their existence is not their own; it is the other side of an existence which is not theirs. Grantaire was one of these men. He was the obverse of Enjolras.

off-the-wall-geek:

So I went on Omegle today out of boredom and I meet up with three police officers from Iraq. We all became best friends and had a competition of “who can balance an object on their head the longest.” I chose a shoe and they chose a gun. I ended up winning with the shoe. I think this screenshot really captures the spirit.