Lewis

[bunn]

I am watching an episode of 'Lewis' in which a very smarmy young fantasy author (who may or may not have dunnit) is attempting to walk in the shoes of the Inklings.  It's all about fantasy worlds.  I like it!

Amused though to find that I still have an automatic reaction to seeing piles of Oxford bicycles on bike-stands,which is to immediately lose focus on the plot and peer hopefully at them all.  I am still, it seems,  looking for the late lamented Geraldine, my very old heavy black bike which was stolen in Oxford and that I never got back again.   I suppose she may still be out there somewhere, but one thing is for sure, if I DID spot her in an episode of 'Lewis' it isn't going to help me get her back now.  Also, the thought of trying to ride her across the Cornish hills makes my bum ache. 

Comments

[bunn.livejournal.com]

I was a bit disappointed by the end, because it did kind of turn out that the various snarky anti-fantasy dons were right and the fantasy-lovers were mostly a tad strange and twisted, which frankly seems like it's completely the wrong way round to me.

Also if the writers of Lewis think they aren't writing fantasy they can explain to me why a Bosnian bartender has a key to walk to Cowley through Magdalen rather than going over well-lit Magdalen bridge like a normal person.

But that was an excellent death. Really could not have been more ridiculously OTT Oxfordy. :-D

[lindahoyland.livejournal.com]

I thought that too.

I've never been to Oxford.