Tuesday, January 18, 2005

A Man's Home

Boy do I wish I had an ancestral manse like this...
Yet the castle remains as romantic as ever, perfectly reflected in the still waters of a moat which laps the walls as closely as a Venetian canal. Shirburn in Oxfordshire, at the foot of the Chiltern hills, is like Bodiam in Kent: square and symmetrical with circular towers at the corners and built when French invasion threatened in the 1370s and 1380s. Like the best medieval castles it can be entered only by means of a drawbridge.

...because you just know I'd have the drawbridge up all the time, and whenever my friends came over I wouldn't let the drawbridge down unless they asked for the Lord of the Manor, and requested admittance in some faux Shakespearian medieval kinda way of speaking, and they'd probably be all like "c'mon Dan this is lame just let us in" and I'd say "Avast there thou rump-fed ronyon" which is more a Shakespearian pirate kind of way of speaking than Shakespearian medieval, but you get the idea. And they'd give in and say that they "craved a parley" and I'd let them in and we'd all have a good laugh.

But you know, if I was feeling kinda blue, I might just look over the battlements when they knocked on the drawbridge and say "dude did you bring any beer" and they'd say "yeah" or just hold up the case so I could see it. And I'd let them in and we'd hang out and play some GTA4: San Andreas cause I found the easter egg that allows for two players.

Or maybe we'd watch a DVD. Who knows? There's probably a lot of things to do if you live in a castle.
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