I’m watching Downton Abbey now, which is basically the bestest and most British-ist thing to happen to television since the Jeremy Irons version of Brideshead Revisisted (which I haven’t seen, isn’t that terrible? I should probably fix that). So yes, Downtown Abbey is pretty great, and you should watch it. The whole first season is on Netflix Instant, and it is only seven episodes. I’m three in, they’re pretty dense, and listening extra-hard to the British accents can be exhausting so I watch in small doses. Anyways, it is SHORT and AVAILABLE so you have no excuse not to watch it. The second season has just started on PBS, so through the wonder of DVR (or reruns) you can totally watch all seven episodes of season one during this upcoming three day weekend and then catch up on the first episode of Season 2 and then be all set! That’s my plan, anyways, because I have such a hopping and active social life.
I won’t say much more about Downtown Abbey except that the lines “One swallow does not make a summer” and “What is a week end?” have been uttered, the latter by the AMAZING Maggie Smith. Also, THIS RIDING COAT GUYS:
Wow guys, look at that riding coat. Look at the skirt on that riding coat. I loathe horses (remind me to tell you about my one horseback riding experience one day, it basically encapsulates all that is problematic in my daily life), but I think equestrian fashion is amazing. AND THAT COAT. I want to wear it, I want to wear it and be an equestrian British Goth chick because that coat is amazing and beautiful and probably swings really nicely when you walk. I would get on a horse again, just to wear that coat.
Okay, maybe not the horse part, but, you know, WANT.
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I totally agree about that coat. Want.
Also- MAGGIE SMITH!!! I did not know Alan Rickman had been cast in Harry Potter, and went along to the first film to appease a Potterhead. What swayed me? Maggie Freaking Smith. The Goddess Herself. And then my boyfriend flounced his way onto the screen, and I swooned. But MAGGIE SMITH! I put up with Harry Hamlin’s bizarrely exposed nipple in Clash of the Titans, just for Maggie Smith. I’ll shut up now.