Little Theo, he of the platinum blond curls and the adorable lisp, has always been my favorite. I have posted 2 clips of him previously, here and here. This one is the sequel to his first one where he had attempted a Hamlet soliloquy with Scottish actor Brian Cox. This is what came after he was distracted by the book with jigsaws. This kid’s accent (and his overall mien) is just adorable.
And here’s the text of the popular tongue-twister:
Oh what to do to die today at a minute or two ’til two
A thing distinctly hard to say yet harder still to do
For they’ll beat a tattoo at twenty to two
With a rattatta tattatta tattatta too
And the dragon will come when he hears the drum
At a minute or two ’til two today
At a minute or two ’til two.
My favorite youtube kid, Theo, the same little boy who took impromptu Shakespeare masterclasses with Brian Cox almost a year ago (click here to see my post of him doing Hamlet’s 3rd soliloquy), sings “My Wee Gas Mask” . A year later, and just as adorable! —
Here are the lyrics to the song:
In my wee gas mask, I’m working out a plan Tho’ all the kids imagine that I’m just a bogey man The girls all smile and bring their friends to see The nicest lookin’ warden in the A.R.P.
Whenever there’s a raid on, listen to my cry An airy-plane, an airy-plane away-way up-a-kye Then I run helter-skelter but don’t run after me You’ll no get in my shelter for it’s far too wee.
I love British cakes. I specially love the creamy ones which, though laden with stuff, are never overwhelmingly sweet. At least not to the level of their sugar-packed American descendants. The Christmas cakes are such interesting visual treats as well, to add to my delight. A sampling from the local Sainbury’s for instance:
and an “iced cake” (fondant) with a small poinsettia decor —
Speaking of poinsettias (and other Christmas icons), we have no tree or Christmas decor in the house, on this my first Christmas in England. According to the Hubster, his Christmas tree is probably the one we saw at his parents last weekend. Since he had spent his last 5 Christmasses with me in the US or Canada, he left the tree to them instead. So, 2 nights ago, when we stopped by the Co-Op, and I picked the reddest poinsettia on the last minute to brighten up our living room. Well, hopefully it’s doing the trick best as it can:
I cannot believe that Christmas is but 6 days away– the calendar pages are just flying. I have yet to catch the Holiday spirit. We did our Christmas shopping for (his) family three days ago, …. in addition to the gifts I brought over from the States, at a huge mall called the Trafford Centre. The hubby reminds me that I haven’t chosen yet what I want for a Christmas gift. But truth is, I don’t know that I want anything. At this point, I am just overwhelmed with the stuff I have yet to move across an ocean. And, I honestly am alright without a fancy gift for Christmas. It’s really not the material things, and I mean it. Besides, I’m also thinking to myself… “man, don’t you get it that for a change I want to be surprised?” I just don’t want to be bothered wracking my brains for something that he has to buy.
Anyhoo, the hubby is (fingers crossed) done with his site consults next week, and we can spend more time together going around, enjoying Christmas without being hampered by work. Maybe we can watch a good movie, or drive around, or watch a play or concert. On my agenda of “to-do’s” in this life is a live experience of Nine Lessons and Carols at King’s College …. but realistically that will probably come a couple of years from now still. I keep reminding myself I should stop feeling like England is a place I just visit. It is in fact supposed to be “home” for the next couple of years, until we move to the US “in due course” (his words). So I really want my first English Christmas to be Christmassy, and really memorable. I want to be able to recall it in a flash and vividly. Hopefully, we’re getting there, on our way to the holiday spirit, …. and counting. :)
Emmy-award winning Scottish actor, Brian Cox, coaches “Theo” to quote the third soliloquy of The Bard’s Hamlet. This little kid is very talented (note how he catches the inflections of his drama teacher ….), and woh— those curls!!!!!
p.s., What’s not to love about that accent — even if uttered by a child!!