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Post by Jude Dorrian on Oct 19, 2008 12:46:52 GMT
Jude nodded enthusiastically, because, of course, he knew exactly what she was talking about.
Home is where the heart is, yeah?
Even if your home was some baking hot American state where the food was fat in every sense of the world.
Even if your home was a damp, green little island off to the side of a slightly bigger damp green island.
"Always wanted to see Ireland," Jude told Isolde, knowing he was a fulfullment of a stereotypical American dream. Fortunately, Jude wasn't under the impression he had Irish blood in his veins, as most of his American brethran were. "But I suppose it's much the same as Scotland?"
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Post by Isolde Moore on Oct 22, 2008 23:26:49 GMT
Isolde nodded, "Minus the many mountain ranges and the fact it snows less there," she added.
She laughed, as she remembered the episode of the Vicar of Dibley (which had nothing to do with Ireland) where Gereldine had been jumping in shallow puddles then she did the same for the next one and she hadn't realised it was a huge hole and went chest deep into it.
It reminded of her time where her baby sister and lemur had done that at the same time. They had all been walking along a beach and Satine had decided to run ahead and Julian, being quite fond of Satine ran with her...straight into a huge pool of sea water and seaweed.
Her mum, dad, Aries and herself had collapsed to the ground in fits of laughter.
"Have you ever seen The Vicar of Dibley?" she asked, realising Jude was staring at her in surprise and in the is-she-insane? kind of way.
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Post by Jude Dorrian on Oct 25, 2008 17:33:38 GMT
... sometimes, Isolde's mind jumped so quickly, and so randomly, Jude could swear that she and Will Wright were the same person.
For the record, Jude had no idea what the hell, 'The Vicar of Dibley,' was, but he assumed it was a TV programme... possibly an Irish one... which was probably a comedy, judging by her expression.
"No," was his short reply.
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Post by Isolde Moore on Nov 15, 2008 19:41:10 GMT
"No," was his reply after a few seconds.
Isolde guessed his answer by his face as he thought about something. The americans in general are so deprived of brilliant comedy's such as The Vicar of Dibley and Father Ted.
Isolde shook her hair. The rain was starting to make it heavier.
"So deprived," she sighed, "You'll have to watch it, it's hilarious,"
Maybe I'll be him the first season for his birthday, or invite him over to Ireland sometime, with Ailtih of course, to watch a few episodes. That is if they want too.
"So how's Ailtith these days?" she asked politely.
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