Thursday, July 4, 2013

"Damn it, Jim, I'm a receptionist, not a Star Trek fan!"


In all trust, there is the possibility for betrayal.

William Riker:  Legacy, Star Trek: The Next Generation
After a long and still somewhat jet-lagged day, I decided that it was time to fold up my tents and silently steal away, as the poet would have it.  Locking my office door, I nodded to Kim, who was seated at our departmental reception desk, and foolishly made the mistake of saying, “You have the bridge, Number One.”

“Oh, do you take the Second Narrows to get home?” (For the non-Vancouverites reading this, the Second Narrows is a bridge. It is the second set of narrows, rather than the second bridge. It is actually the third bridge to occupy that location. Don’t let any of this distract you from the issue at hand.)

Sigh.

“No, sorry, that was a Star Trek reference.”

“Oh! Ummm…so we should go to the holodeck now?”

“Thank you, I appreciate the effort, but it’s too late – I’m going to go home now and say cruel things about you on my blog.” *

I realize, based on previous experience, that I should have known better, but seriously, this must be a question on the company’s employment application by now:
8. DO YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT STAR TREK?
    (Please specify:  Original Series Y_   N_    Next Generation Y_   N_ )  
- Sid

*Actually, I think that this has been relatively polite - you know, more in sorrow than anger?

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

The London Addendum.

The Scottish Chronicles VIII.

London, England
Travel diary - June 26, 2013:  after finding the abandoned TARDIS in Glasgow, used same to travel to London.  Unfortunately, something has gone horribly, horribly wrong with the already damaged camouflage circuit...
- Sid

P.S.  Please note the inclusion of feet - see, it is possible to educate people, even Campbell Brothers.

Friday, June 21, 2013

"Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time!"


Something I omitted from the preceding post about Castle Doune is the unique view from the walls.  Gazing out from the battlements, one is presented with an epic panorama of verdant Scottish countryside -  and, of course, the occasional band of knights in search of the Holy Grail.


Wait, what?

That's right  - not only is Doune Castle historically noteworthy for its reconstruction by Robert Stewart, Duke of Albany and Regent of Scotland; for its ownership by the Earls of Moray; and for its representative 14th century architecture, but it was also one of the primary locations used in exterior and interior shots for perhaps the only historical fantasy/parody/comedy film in captivity*, Monty Python and the Holy Grail. 

Interestingly, Doune was not one of the original shooting locations for the 1975 movie, but shortly before production began the Pythons received a letter from the Scottish Department of the Environment, responsible for historical monuments at that time, informing them that they would not be allowed to use any of the castles to which they had requested access.  Apparently there was some concern that the locations would be used in a fashion "inconsistent with the dignity of the fabric of the buildings", and as a result the crew was forced to rely on privately owned structures such as Castle Doune.**

Inconsistent with the dignity of the fabric?  On the contrary - it is a proud and humbling moment to stand in the room where Zoot's twin sister Dingo announced that there would be oral sex after the spanking, to walk the floors upon which the knights of Camelot sang about spam (a lot), or to climb the stairs that Sir Lancelot climbed in his furious and bloody quest to save the captive princess - er, prince.


Regardless of the opinions of the Scottish government in the 1970s, I guarantee that far more people have been to visit Castle Doune as as a result of its association with The Holy Grail than would have otherwise have chosen it as a vacation stop - present company included.  There's even a set of coconut shells available in the ticket shop, for those members of the faithful who have made the pilgrimage to Doune solely in order to be able to trot back and forth in front of the castle while a faithful minion clatters the shells together.

My minion and I didn't enjoy that particular experience, but I will admit that it was difficult to look over the edge of the parapets without briefly thinking of bad French accents, hamsters and the smell of elderberries - not to mention giant wooden rabbits.
- Sid

* Anyone who wants to add Your Highness to the list can just leave now. 

** The castle is now under the stewardship of Historic Scotland, the successor to the Department of the Environment.