I have to tell you, I was chatting away to my friend Nic on Friday night as were walking along. I randomly looked up and saw the brightest rainbow. I’m quite keen on a nice bit of sky, clouds (see later in the week), moons, stars, you know the stuff. But Rainbows are quite magic, just mix a bit of rain and sun, and pow, you’ve got a light show.
I nodded toward the sky and said, “oh look at that!”. Nic stopped nearly dead in her tracks. She said, “I never had you down as a auld rosemantic”. I faltered, mumbled something incoherent and changed the subject. To something along the lines of, off licence and vino if I remember correctly.
Romance… I just don’t do it. I don’t know why. It’s definitely an irrational reaction I have. I mean I love it when my friends are in love, when I see them all glowing and smiley. I’m a total sucker for Romeo and Juliet, and don’t get me started on Poetry – Sir John Betjeman – ok so I started. But that’s all made up sentiment and other people’s love.
I dunno, romance just seems so forced and cheesy to me. Like chivalry, it belongs in a Jane Austen novel and certainly not in Dublin, 2010. So Instead, I went and looked at the (prints of) The Meeting on the Turret Stairs in the National Gallery by Sir Frederick William Burton.
Inspired, I put on this vintage 70’s coat and dress and went and wandered about in a field. Apparently that’s what you do when you’re in love (which I’m not). Well, it is according to Jane Austen. Madness.
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