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devotedwaywardangel1 · 4 years

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The Night Guard

Arthur Pendragon x Male!Reader

Fandom: BBC Merlin

Word count: 1747

Warnings: Near death experience, little bit angsty

A/N: Yeah been working on this one a while, doing every Merlin character x male reader since there are barely any so request/suggestions are welcome.

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Arthur is walking down the hall, Merlin not far behind, ready to head in for the night. He sees you wait for him by the door making him smile. You smile at him and wait patiently for Arthur to be standing in front of you before he began talking. “Good evening sire.” You greet.

“For the last time (Y/n) you can call me Arthur.” Arthur shakes his head.

“Of course Arthur, there is a matter of which I would like to discuss.”

“Come on in then.” Arthur says as he deflates a bit.

You follow Arthur and Merlin into the room. Cracking your knuckles to relieve some of your nervous tension. Merlin was rushing around sorting Arthur out. “So… what is this matter you wish to discuss, (Y/n).”

“Yes, my sister is wedding her beloved and would like to inquire if I could spend some time with her and the rest of my family during this occasion.” You ask hopefully.

“Of course, give them my congratulations, how long are you thinking?” Arthur conceals his horror of the fact he may not see you for a few days.

“Three weeks.” You smile, excited at the opportunity to see your family for this long.

“Long time for a wedding.” Arthur blurts out.

“Well if you need me to not be…” You knew that for three weeks you were pushing it mentally kicking yourself.

“No no that’s not the problem, it’ll just be odd since I have seen you everyday for a long time.” Arthur back tracks.

“Four years.” You smile fondly.

“Already?”

“Yes, quite remarkable isn’t it, anyway I’ll be leaving tomorrow afternoon so I’ll be here tonight and I have found a temporary guard.”

“Okay, goodnight I’ll see you in three weeks.” Arthur nodded.

“Good Night.”

You leave the room to stand guard. While Arthur just stares at the door before Merlin nudges him and smiles knowingly. “Shut up Merlin.”

Merlin laughs putting out the candles as Arthur goes to bed.

True to your word you are gone by the afternoon, Arthur knows because he watches you leave from his window, he can’t deny that you look very appealing in civilian clothing. Enhanced by the fact it was a rare sight, unfortunately for Arthur, you were walking away from the citadel and he already misses you.

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It had been a week since (Y/n) had left and everything seems to have gone into shambles. There had been a rise in assassination attempts, Arthur hasn’t slept or eaten properly and Merlin is so close to passing out in exhaustion its frightening. Arthur could not walk around the castle with one of the knights escorting him which was frustrating him further. He honestly didn’t know how they could last another two weeks without (Y/n), if anyone had known how much he did around the castle and how important he was to the functioning of the kingdom he would have never been able to leave.

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You are walking back to Camelot after a horrible feeling washed over you a couple of days after the wedding, you couldn’t get the thought out of your head so here you were walking back a week early. Many horrible thoughts rolled around your head. You’d never forgive yourself if something happened to Arthur, the very idea made you feel sick inside. It would be your fault for leaving for so long despite your better judgement. After years of stopping assassins up to fifteen times a month unnoticed by the higher ups. You walked up a hill in order to glance at Camelot from afar, and to your horror he saw the castle with charcoal smoke raging above it. Then you started to run.

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Well this has been a great two weeks Arthur thought to himself while magically bound on the floor with the knights, Merlin and Guinevere. While they were struggling to escape their bounds the sorcerer sits lazily on the throne with a smug smile on their face. They were droning on about Uther and his genocide of the magical population, Arthur sitting there thinking that its getting harder to convince the council to lift the ban on magic when this happens all the time. (Y/n) would urge for diplomacy at a time like this but Arthur had never been great with words. But he figures it's worth a shot anyway. “What’s your name?”

Well that was definitely a start Arthur thought bitterly. The sorcerer narrows his eyes at him but answers anyway, “Romulus.”

“Okay, Romulus, why do you think it aids your cause by attacking us,” Arthur asks, a little too bluntly for his liking.

This angers Romulus greatly as he continues his rant about all Pendragons being tyrannical rulers.

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It only takes you half an hour to get to the citadel, but there are enemy soldiers everywhere. Getting into the castle would be the easy part but finding Arthur significantly harder. You cut off your thought process, knowing you had to actually get into the castle first. Raising any alarms could hurt anyone trapped inside. So you sneak round to the servant entrance.

Once you get into the castle the first you notice is that the people he brought with them are trained fighters and decent mercenaries by the look of it. This is not going to be easy you thought to yourself. Quietly dispatching as many as possible before anybody notices.

You take all of the servant shortcuts to avoid slipping into the great hall unnoticed and you see everyone in chains, you hear the sorcerer rant about freeing the magical people of Albion you roll your eyes. Not because he is wrong, nope you agree wholeheartedly just his methods of course you don’t blame the man though so you decide to interrupt. “Hey man.”

His head snaps to your direction. “Who are you?”

“The weirdo who stands outside the King’s door every night.”

“Oh you're the guard everyone tells me to worry about.”

“Yep.”

“You had the perfect opportunity to kill me?”

“Yeah, but talking to you seems to be a better option.”

“How would you know?”

Shit you didn’t think this through. “Well…”

“He doesn’t, let him leave.” Arthur growls.

You groan internally as a devilish smirk lights up the sorcerer’s face, “oh this is just too good to be true.” He laughs.

You gasp as you were flung into the wall and the sorcerer continued to torment Arthur swirling a sword looking ready to kill him urging you to get up and unsheath your sword to engage with him. Shocking him enough to make him stumble back a little, “Hey never got your name.”

“Why?” He snarls.

“I like to know the name of the person I’m fighting.” You swing at him.

“Romulus.” He blocks.

You both exchange furious blows, but you are the superior swordsman. You slash his arm and disarm him making him hiss and vanish. Smiling you turn to face Arthur seeing his tired smile in return sheathing your sword. “Are you ok-” you breath hitches.

You felt as though you got punched in the back so spin around to see Romulus with a bloodied dagger, you grab his wrist but it's weak so he easily breaks free and plunges the knife into your stomach . He smirks as he pulls it out and you collapse on the ground. The world around you goes fuzzy, screaming muffles, a face appears above you but you can’t make out who it is. The world turns black.

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Arthur picks up (Y/n)’s body, bridal style, while ordering the other’s to sweep the castle for anyone more intruders and to aid anyone who needs it. “Merlin, Gwaine come with me, we need to get (Y/n) to Gaius.”

They got to Gaius’ chambers with very few hassles and put (Y/n) on the cot. “Please tell me he’s going to be okay.”

“Sire I’m going to need you to leave the room.”

“But-”

“Please sire.”

Gwaine pulls him out of the room to leave Gaius and Merlin to do whatever they need to do.

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The first time you open your eyes you are in a dark room and there are angry whispers at the foot of the soft bed you’re resting on. You lose consciousness again.

The second time you wake up you see Arthur sitting next to you asleep. Observing him you notice tears stained cheeks and dark circles around his eyes. He looks worse than he did when you came to save him. You decide against waking him up and close your eyes again drifting off.

The third time you woke up you were alone and felt disgusting, dry throat, gunky eyes, oily hair and sweaty. Thankfully there is a cup of water beside you, so you shakily grab it and take a few sips. It was dawn from what you could tell, you groan as you try to sit up, your back feels like it has been stretched and your stomach stings. Pulling away the shirt you had on you see stitches that don’t look all that appealing, definitely going to leave a scar, you wince as you twist in an attempt to see the one on your back. Then Merlin stumbles in and gawks a moment and you open your mouth to say something but he runs out. You hear shouting and next minute Arthur is in the doorway. He strides over to you but halts suddenly like he doesn’t know what to do. You look up at him and part of yourself say go for it, then he moves eloping you in a gentle hug as if he thinks you’ll break. You couldn’t think of anything to say other than, “I’m okay, Arthur.”

“You nearly weren’t.” He whispers back.

That’s when the gravity of what happened hit you, you nearly died, the idea made your head feel fuzzy and your insides sick. You shake this off to comfort Arthur. “I know but your safe, I’m alive so all's good.”

Arthur breaks away and smiles. “(Y/n) I have a confession to make.”

You don’t dare hope. “And what would that be.”

“I might quite possibly be a little bit in love with you.” He looks so scared at this moment.

“Good cause I’m head over heels in love with you.”

Arthur laughs and kisses you gently, smiling into the kiss you lift hand up to caress his cheek. Arthur pulls away and sighs “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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thebeethathums · 5 years

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The Face

John Watson x Reader Drabble

Note: part of the dialogue belongs to Gatiss and Moffat and BBC. So Credit where credit is due. Minor mention of reader being Sherlock’s sister. If that bothers you please read at your own discretion.

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The three of you returned to the flat after Moriarty’s grand stunt with the crown jewels and you left your brother, Sherlock, and John to talk so you could put the kettle on. Tea sounded heavenly at the moment.

You waited for the kettle, listening to John complain about “The Look” in annoyed tone from the kitchen doorway. “You’re doing the look again.” John said frustratedly and Sherlock cocked a perplexed eyebrow, “Well I can’t see it can I?” John nodded toward the mirror above the mantle and Sherlock glanced at his reflection, stating confusedly, “That’s my face.” “Yes, and it’s doing a thing. You’re doing the we-both-know-what’s-really-going-on-here face.” John pointed out. Sherlock furrowed his brow, countering, “We do.” John shook his head in annoyance, “No. I don’t. Which is why I find the face so annoying.” You waltzed over, bearing mugs of tea, and John gestured to you with a hand, “(F/n) never gives me the face.” Sherlock looked at you with raised eyebrows, accepting a mug from you when you held it out, “Do I do a face?”

You chuckled quietly, “You do.”

He furrowed his brow, “How come you don’t do a face?” “Oh, I do. You know it. It’s the one I give you when I expect you to know something.” You replied, placing a mug in John’s hand before going to retrieve your own from the kitchen. When you came through the doorway again, Sherlock asked, “How come you don’t give John the face then?” You shrugged, sitting on the arm of John’s chair, before you answered, “Simple. I just always assume John has no idea what’s going on so there is no need for the face.” John nodded before actually processing what you said, doing a double take as Sherlock smirked,“You what?” “Oh come on love. You’re clueless ninety percent of the time, that’s a rather small margin for error and it means you don’t have to deal with the face from me as well as Sherlock.” Sherlock gave John a small taunting smile, “It seems I have more faith in your abilities than my sister, the woman you love and who claims to love you.” John looked up at you with a little frown and you raised an eyebrow at him, “I am a Holmes dear. You should consider yourself lucky I even noticed that the face annoys you in the first place.” He thought about this for a moment, giving a slight nod before shaking his head, “All the time? Really?” You pursed your lips and rolled your eyes, “Ok maybe not all the time, sometimes you do know and then you get all flustered and excited. It’s adorable really.” Sherlock nodded in agreement, “And then he gets that little grin with one side higher than the other… It would seem you have a face also John.” You giggled, “Oh you are so right. He has an I-actually-know-something-this-time face.” John cleared his throat, entirely unhappy with where this conversation was going, and you turned to look at him, noting that he was upset. You frowned, “It isn’t a bad thing John. Trust me, it’s not exactly a gift being in a mind like mine or Sherlock’s.” “Speak for yourself,” Sherlock interjected, plopping down in his chair. You glared at him, “Shut it Sherly.” Pouting at John, you continued, “Out of all of us someone has to be the sane one that makes sure we don’t blow up anything. You just have a different responsibility than us in the grand scheme of things. That’s all. Sherly and I know things, and you have the great expanse of common sense to help us make them useful. Sherlock gets to give you the we-both-know-what’s-really-going-on-here face and you get to give him the behave-like-a-proper-human-being face. Which I happen to know that he finds just as annoying as you find the look.” John nodded in thought at this and you slid into his lap wrapping your arms around his neck, “Forgive me?” He knew you were thoroughly playing him as you batted your eyelashes at him and chewed on your lower lip but it didn’t change the fact that it absolutely worked. He sighed, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed your nose, “Yes.” You nuzzled into his neck and Sherlock smirked without looking up from his tea, “She’s manipulating you, you know. All that she said just now was a blatant attempt to restore your spirits and entirely untrue.” You and John both groaned in frustration, “Shut it, Sherlock.”

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bbclesmis · 5 years

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Josh O’Connor: Every actor should just turn up on time, be nice and learn the lines

The actor has charmed as Larry in The Durrells and next up he plays Marius in Les Miserables and Prince Charles in The Crown

Unremittingly grim is how I would describe the BBC’s Les Misérables. Andrew Davies’s song-free adaptation of Victor Hugo’s novel is a litany of grinding poverty, injustice, corruption and exploitation occasionally leavened, if that’s the right word, by short bursts of extreme peril. It’s also completely gripping.

This weekend’s episode introduces a new face. Until now Marius Pontmercy has appeared only as an angelic moppet, parroting royalist slogans fed to him by his overbearing grandfather, Monsieur Gillenormand. Now time moves on and we see him as a young law student, played by Josh O’Connor. It’s an episode full of upheaval for young Pontmercy: without giving too much away, there’s a girl, a family bombshell and a political awakening.

When we meet in a central London café, O’Connor, 28, whom viewers might recognise as Larry from ITV’s The Durrells, is considerably jollier than his earnest student. Dressed in jeans and a well-loved chunky sweater, his very dark, very curly hair constantly threatening insubordination, he is excellent company — all smiles and unfailingly polite. As we talk, it’s clear that, although he’s having a delightful time at the moment (the cast and crew on Les Misérables were “lovely”; working on it and The Crown — he will play the young Prince Charles in the third season, of which more later — had him “wide-eyed and pinching yourself”), he’s very serious about work. He has even read Hugo’s novel, which in unabridged English translation tends towards 1,500 pages.

“I know, that’s mad, isn’t it?” he says. “And I’m a terrible reader. I’m very dyslexic and I find it incredibly hard. It was a struggle, but the themes of it — it’s all about redemption essentially. I was obsessed with that idea, which I’ve stolen from my dad, who is an English teacher. He’s always been really interested in forgiveness and redemption and hope, and it’s very present in that book.”

Although the story is set in Paris between 1815 and 1832, O’Connor thinks it retains its relevance. “There were different translations for the title, like ‘The Wretched’, ‘The Wretched Poor’, ‘The Dispossessed’. I think they’re more accurate. It’s all about class, and the forgotten and the sidelined, which is obviously relevant to now. Marius has an important role in that he is like the audience looking in — he exists as part of a higher social class, but he has this social conscience.

“Obviously we’re in different times, but I would say that we’re experiencing politics in the extreme on both sides at the moment. And while we’re not building barricades, we are setting up camp outside parliament, and how that has manifested itself in recent news has been pretty nasty. To me it seems that there are lines to be drawn from that.”

So upright is Pontmercy — even when languishing in a filthy garret — that you might not immediately make the link between the young lawyer and the role that made O’Connor’s name, the taciturn Yorkshire farmer Johnny Saxby in Francis Lee’s extraordinary 2017 film God’s Own Country. The similarities are almost non-existent — apart from anything else, it took O’Connor’s Saxby about half the film before he cracked a smile. O’Connor’s committed performance as the emotionally inarticulate youth being painfully and beautifully taught how to love and be loved by the tenderness of another man was universally praised and earned him a Bafta rising star nomination and a best actor win at the British Independent Film Awards, among other accolades. Not that he had much choice about commitment: Lee made him spend nearly four weeks working full-time on the farm where the film was shot before they started.

“John, the farmer, he’s an incredible man. He hadn’t had a holiday I don’t think for 25 years. We’d get up at 6am and we’d go and feed the sheep, then we’d come back and have these sandwiches [he uses his hands to indicate something about the size of an entire standard loaf] — plain white bread, greasy bacon, ketchup, more bacon, bread. I turned into an animal, but it was the best energy source. His lifestyle is non-stop. Of course he can’t have a holiday. Sheep don’t rest.” The physicality of O’Connor’s performance is one thing that gives it authenticity — all from John, he says.

“He was hunched over. There are practical reasons — the rain in Yorkshire even somehow rains up, so you’ve got your hood up, and the sheep are down here.” It helped his casting that O’Connor has huge hands. “They’re like spades.” You don’t see much of them in Les Mis — apparently his “city hands” had such terrible eczema when he started filming the series he could hardly open them, which he puts down to subjecting them to farm work on God’s Own Country, although he concedes that the diet may also have been a factor.

If you think Pontmercy and Saxby are different, his next TV role, as Prince Charles, is an even bigger leap. He’s filming at the moment and says it’s “probably the most enjoyable job I’ve done”, perhaps because, instead of a freezing Yorkshire hillside, the locations are “every nice stately home in England, seemingly. We’ve been in Grantham, Buckinghamshire — we rock up and are, like, ‘Who lives in this house?’ I feel like I’m on Antiques Roadshow a lot of the time.”

It’s odd, he says, playing someone so present in the public consciousness, but for him, finding that performance “starts with the voice, and then they’ve got teams of researchers and professionals who work on dialect and movement. If you watch footage of the young Charles, there’s this thing — when he turns, he doesn’t turn with his body, he turns with his neck first, in a weird sort of Justin Timberlake-esque dance move. I find it helpful to have an animal to imagine, because it gives a certain pace to someone.”

Er, OK, I wonder, fearing treason, what animal is the Prince of Wales? O’Connor laughs. “I like to think of Charles at the moment as a sort of tortoise, because he puts his neck out. It’s not even that he’s particularly slow, it’s more this idea of inquisitive head first.” This time it wasn’t the hands that helped O’Connor get the role, but the ears — they’re not, in fact, particularly large, but they are sort of swivelled forwards, as if anticipating something of great interest.

O’Connor was more or less ambivalent about the royal family before — although his grandmother takes a keen interest, he says — but since taking over the role he has developed a fascination with and, he admits, an affection for Charles.

“Essentially you have someone whose whole life only comes into focus when his mother dies. That keeps hitting me — he only has meaning when his mum dies. Where does that put a young man? And then you’ve got his relationships — you can’t just get married or be with someone, they have to meet a set of [outside] criteria. That is a lot to get your head around. I’m discovering something every day about him and the world he exists in.” He tells me about a scene he has just done with Derek Jacobi, who plays the Duke of Windsor, formerly Edward VIII. “You’re playing that interaction, and you think, ‘Who does Prince Charles have, at that stage, as a guide?’ ”

Of course, there’s always his mother, played in the new cast by Hollywood’s queen of the moment, Olivia Colman. O’Connor is predictably adoring of the star of The Favourite, which he thinks is “the film of the year”.

“She’s everything that’s said about her. She’s a proper actress and a proper person. Turns up on time, does her job professionally — she’s wicked. It’s great that the world is loving her because we should.”

He is equally gushy about his co-star Emerald Fennell, who will play the young Camilla Shand, later Parker Bowles, and whom he describes as “such a laugh” (series three and four take us up to 1976, so we’ll have to wait a while for the appearance of Lady Diana Spencer — her casting has not been revealed).

He seems to take immense joy in things, which he puts down to “a pretty perfect upbringing” in Cheltenham, Gloucestershire, as the middle son of three to John, an English teacher, and Emily, a midwife, both now retired. “I’ve got two lovely brothers and I’ve got cracking parents.” He recalls a phrase improbably culled from the American TV crime drama Ozark — “I’m rephrasing it, but if I were to have kids, and they’re half as proud of me as I am of my parents, then I’m sorted. They’re decent and kind and considerate, and as I’m getting older I’m learning that those qualities are the most important things.”

Inspired by his parents, last year he came up with a manifesto for his career: “Turn up on time, be nice and learn your lines. If everyone just did that in the acting world, everything would be just great.” His younger brother, Seb, is an ecological economist and is doing a PhD; the eldest, Barney, is an artist.

O’Connor lives in east London with his girlfriend, whom he politely declines to name, but hopes that they’ll be able to live predominantly outside London in future. “Drama schools say you have to be in London because that’s where the work is and that’s where the auditions are, but more and more the auditions seem to be tapes, for film and television, so maybe we’ll all move up to Yorkshire.” I’m sure Yorkshire would be delighted, I say. “Yeah, who are all these people with scarves? They’re all wearing scarves!”

Soon, although the release date is uncertain, we’ll see him in another film, Hope Gap, in which he plays the son to parents divorcing later in life (Annette Bening and Bill Nighy). It’s a “tiny little film” written and directed by William Nicholson, who is better known for such epics as Gladiator, Tom Hooper’s Les Misérables and Elizabeth: The Golden Age. It won’t surprise you to learn that O’Connor is unfailingly enthusiastic about it and his co-stars. There’s another film, with a much bigger cast, coming up, he says, but it hasn’t been announced, so he can’t tell me what it is, except that it isn’t Star Wars. He is, of course, very apologetic.

As I’m leaving, something occurs to me — is it indeed him shoving his arm inside a cow in an early scene in God’s Own Country? “Yeah!” he says, with startling enthusiasm. “And that was actually really nice. As you know, it’s incredibly cold in Yorkshire, and it’s incredibly warm in there. You go in through the bum, because there’s a thin membrane between the bum and the womb, and you’re checking to see where the head is. And it’s really comforting to the cow. It’s just really pleasurable because you know you’re caring for this animal, but also you’re, like, at least this arm is warm.”

I think we could all learn something from Josh O’Connor’s outlook on life. Les Misérables continues on Sunday at 9pm on BBC One. The third season of The Crown will be on Netflix this year

https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/josh-oconnor-every-actor-should-just-turn-up-on-time-be-nice-and-learn-the-lines-r8bqkcpcb

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team-free-squiggle · 6 years

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T.A.R.D.I.S. Chapter 14: Hopes and Dreams...

Warnings: language, innapropriate jokes, fight scenes, certain song lyrics, Sympathetic Deceit, mentions of fear and anxiety, mentions of weaponry near the end

Thomas and Deceit stumbled out of the Mystical Marshmallow Gateway, much to their Prince’s surprise. Afterall - the Gateway had suddenly appeared in his room, but he hadn’t been able to go through it.

Then Thomas and Deceit walked through, and now they were all staring at each other, and oh my god it had been fucking days since he had seen someone friendly - Roman didn’t realize he was crying until he collapsed.

“Roman?!” Thomas shouted, easily picking him up and putting him in the bed nearby.

“Thomas? Is it really you? Or did Insanity just get to me a bit earlier than anticipated?” Roman murmured.

“It’s me, Roman. God, it’s been.. How long have you been trapped here?” Thomas murmured.

“Two Days.” Deceit looked at him. “That can’t be possible - oh. How long since you hadn’t seen me?”

“Five days.” Roman was sounding stronger now, Deceit having brought him water from a nearby sink.

“What’s he talking about? Dee?” Thomas asked, looking both confused and worried.

“Trapped in here the last 2 days. It was 3 days before that we - Lo, Pat, Virge, and I - were trapped in the Phantom of the Opera. But then he came, and took us here, and sent my loves away, and he’s kept me trapped up here, a damsel to be rescued, and I couldn’t protect them Thomas, I was meant to protect them, this was all my fault -” Roman was rambling and Thomas didn’t know how to handle it. His Prince, his Hopes and Dreams, had never seemed so broken before. He had no idea how to help Roman.

Luckily, Deceit did.

“Roman, my Prince. Please know - this was entirely your fault. You could have prevented this. You are not the victim here at all.” Roman looked up, realizing that the literal embodiment of Deceit was telling him that it was his fault - and that he was lying.

Roman sniffled. “So - Insanity was lying when he said it’s my fault? My own head was lying when it said the same thing?” He looked up at Deceit, both hopeful and scared.

“No, he wasn’t lying.” Deceit smiled comfortingly. Roman giggled and nodded, sitting up and looking much stronger now. The Creative Side looked over at Thomas, who couldn’t help but hug him.

Roman leaned into the hug gratefully, Thomas motioning at Deceit to join their cuddles. Deceit obliged ‘reluctantly,’ making Roman smile and hug them tighter. It was so good to see friendly faces.

Which is when Roman remembered - he wasn’t the only one who needed rescuing.

“Thomas. Dee.” He whispered urgently, looking outside.

“What is i- oh.” Thomas looked where Roman was looking, and what he saw scared him.

“There used to be a sea there. It was gorgeous. But since Insanity came in, everything’s been crumbling into nothingness. Thomas, Insanity is destroying your Imagination. That’s why I collapsed - I am fundamentally tied with the Imagination. We need to stop Insanity. And we need to get the rest of your Sides back.” Roman explained, grimacing when he saw more of the beach tear off and fall into the oncoming nothingness.

Deceit nodded. “Well, then, let’s get the fuck out of here.” He kicked down the door, stepping aside and bowing at it to let Thomas and Roman through.

“Roman, you know where you’re going, right?” Thomas asked, looking down the dark stairwell hesitantly. Roman sighed.

“No, I was only floated slowly up it while unable to escape.” He bit out, before wincing. “Sorry, I just - I’m worried. And am in terrible condition. But yes, I can lead you to where the others are.” Thomas nodded slowly, gently placing a hand on Roman’s shoulder.

“We’ll find them.” Roman nodded, sighing, before getting up and leading the way down the stairs. Thomas followed him, Deceit bringing up the rear in order to make sure the people he cares about are protected.

They made it to the bottom of the staircase without incident, which worried them all more. Insanity must know that Thomas and Deceit were here - their Mystical Marshmallow Gateway wasn’t exactly quiet. So where was he?

Deceit was worried about this, and to some extent, Thomas too. Roman, however, was only concerned with getting his loves out of their respective timelines. So when they reached the main part of the library, Deceit moved out first. He was a slimy little snake, and had therefore mastered the art of hiding in the shadows.

Thomas held Roman back from marching right into a possible trap. Literally, Thomas grabbed Roman’s shirt and pulled him back towards the staircase.

“Thomas, they’re right there!” Roman hissed, pointing at the desk with three upright items on it. Thomas held on tighter.

“Roman, this could be a trap and you know it! I know you want to get them back, but you have got to use your head right now!” He hissed.

“But I love them!” Roman struggled more, his voice rising higher and louder.

“You think I don’t?” Roman turned to Thomas, and was frightened at what he saw. Pure heartbreak, and fear, and an emptiness that could not be names. Whatever Insanity was doing, it wasn’t just affecting Thomas’ Imagination - it was affecting Thomas as well.

Roman sighed, stopped struggling, and lowered his voice.

“I know you do, and I’m sorry. I am. I just -” Roman sat on the nearest step, holding his head in his hands.

“I was right there, Thomas. I could have - I should have - prevented it. I should have stopped him in the first place.” Roman felt the tears slipping down his cheeks, but it was silent. He had learned how to cry silently, though he hadn’t in a long time. But now all his failures, his weaknesses, were coming back.

Roman was not strong enough, at least not in his eyes. Thomas, however, saw differently.

“Roman. I think - what if Insanity is affecting me through you? I need you to think. I need - I need my Prince. Roman, I need you to help me. Please.” Roman looked up at Thomas, a shy smile breaking through.

“I - what if I hurt you though?” Roman’s thought chased away the tiny smile. Thomas vowed to bring it back.

“Well right now, I need my Knight in Shining Armor to help me from the thing that is actually hurting me. So, Prince Roman, will you help me?” Thomas helped his Creativity up, smiling up at the embodiment of his hopes and dreams.

“Of course I will, Thomas!” The shy smile was back, making Thomas smile and hug Roman. Roman’s smile grew, and he hugged back until Dee slithered back to them.

“Psssssst. I totally did not just see that there seems to be no one and no traps out there waiting for us.” Deceit hissed, making Roman look over at Thomas hopefully.

“Alright, so here’s the plan.” Thomas began seriously, making the other two nod. “Dee, Ro, you will do rescue the others. Insanity will likely come after you, so I shall defend. And before you say no, I have the most power considering it’s my Imagination, so it only makes sense that I protect you.” Thomas looked at his two Sides protectively, hoping his plan would work.

Neither Roman nor Deceit liked it, but they had no other ideas. And Thomas did have a point about being the most powerful one here. Not to mention that Dee and Ro both wanted to save the others.

“But why do we have to fight Insanity?” Dee asked, knowing full well why. Ro and Thomas looked at the lying side pointedly, making him blush.

“Sorry, I like having a mind.” Thomas deadpanned.

“I did not know that!” Deceit gasped sarcastically. Roman giggled, making the other two smile. Thomas hugged both Roman and Deceit.

“Go, now. I’ve got your backs.” He nodded encouragingly, and they took off.

“You know Insanity would have put some sort of enchantment on the items. I need you to disable them, then I can pull the others out!” Roman shouted to Dee while they ran. Dee, being the faster runner, got there first, and did what Roman asked. Then he moved on to the others, while Roman opened the book.

Roman knew that he had to find the exact page where Insanity had dumped Patton, but luckily, Insanity had already told him the part of the book. Roman flipped to a few chapters from the end of Return of the King, quickly finding the part where Patton was trapped. Roman flipped a page back, to where the paragraph started, and a sudden light blinded the room.

“You will not touch him aga- what?” Patton sat dizzily on the floor, looking up at Roman and Deceit in shock.

“Patton?” Roman asked softly, holding his arms out. Patton lunged up, jumping into Roman’s arms and sobbing.

“R-roman… please… I… I lost count of how many times… I… I don’t know how I sur-survived…” Patton whispered, crying into the Prince’s shoulder. It was relief and pain and hope, it was sadness and happiness all at once. And as Roman held his love, he felt his heart break.

“Patton, I love you, I’ve got you, my darling heart, my sweet golden ray of sunshine, you’re gonna be okay. You’re safe now. I’ve got you, Patton.” Roman willed a few tears of his own away.

“Roman.” Deceit cleared his throat, signalling to Roman that the next item was ready.

“But Patton-” Roman began, before Thomas stepped in.

“Insanity doesn’t appear to be home right now, and I’ve missed my Morality.” Thomas smiled warmly, and Patton giggled slightly.

“Hey kiddo.” The most emotional side sniffled. Thomas smiled, holding his arms out. Roman planted a quick kiss onto Patton’s lips, making the other smile a little more before he ran over and hugged Thomas.

The next item was Sherlock BBC, Season Two. Roman opened the DVD case, taking out Disc One.

“We have to get a DVD player, we have to scroll to the exact scene where Logan is!” Roman shouted worriedly.

Just then, a TV with a DVD player wheeled itself into the room. The four eyed one another worriedly. Then the stand they were on careened itself towards them, stopping just short of the table where they all were.

“Okay, that’s not creepy at all…” Deceit muttered. He was shaking, and so was Patton, now. This meant that Thomas was shaking, too, leaving Roman the only one less scared.

“Okay, but this means Insanity wants us to have them back. Why?” Thomas was saying. Roman shook his head.

“I don’t know, and I don’t care. We need them.” Roman’s voice was cold, hard. He just wanted Logan and Virgil back. And he didn’t care what it would take. Thomas nodded, agreeing sadly, and Roman put the disc in.

He went to the scene selection, finding the right scene much more quickly that way. There was another bright white light, but this time it was Logan who popped out. Logan didn’t fall the way Patton did. He stood, but he was trembling more than a brown leaf in an autumn wind.

Roman hugged his logical boyfriend tightly, trying to let Logan know that he was okay now. He would be okay.

“Roman? Is that - is that really you?” Logan whispered, still too scared that it was just another trick. Roman smiled bitterly, but spoke calmly.

“Yes my love, it is. It’s really me. And look - Patton’s over there too!” Roman stepped back, letting Logan see.

Logan stared at Patton in shock. “Patton - is that the - are you… real?” Logan backed away as Patton nodded.

“I’m out?” Logan whispered to himself. The others heard him, though, and their hearts broke.

“You are not out. Totally not.” Deceit piped up, making Logan look up. When he saw it was Deceit who had spoken, Logan’s face lit up in a shy, small smile. Logan looked over at Patton, and they ran to each other.

Roman turned to the last item as he smiled at Logan and Patton, who were now kissing each other like they would never let each other go again.

Dee had already done his thing with the game, so Roman popped it into the too convenient console. He vaguely heard Logan and Patton talking with Thomas as he booted up the game, sat down, and loaded it.

The levels that were already beaten had to be the ones that Virgil had done, or so Roman hoped. So he went to the next undone one, and clicked on it. Instantly, a white light came out, and Virgil popped out of the screen - right into Roman’s lap.

“Virgil?” Roman looked up at his anxious boyfriend hopefully. Virgil nodded.

“Roman, my sweet Roman.” He smirked. Roman giggled.

“Nothing too troublesome for you, I hope?” He giggled as they both got up. Virgil nodded, smiling.

“Well, Insanity made you Princess Peach, and I had to rescue you, so it wasn’t anything entirely new.” The anxious side smirked. Thomas, Logan, Patton, and Deceit giggled.

Roman glared at them while making Offended Princey Noises at Virgil. Virgil giggled more, before he recognized the rest of his FamILY behind Roman.

Virgil first dragged Patton and Logan into a hug, then Thomas, and then Deceit. The others all enthusiastically hugged him back, Patton and Logan kissing him as Roman made his way over. Roman kissed his boyfriends, and Thomas smiled, feeling a lot better now that his Sides were all back together.

“So- can we get out of here? Now? Please?” Patton asked after they were all done hugging each other. Logan, Virgil, and Roman nodded in agreement. Deceit shook his head, agreeing as well.

But it was up to Thomas.

“You 5 can go. In fact, you should. But I have to find and confront Insanity. I can’t let him continue to destroy my mind. I have to make him leave.” Thomas sighed.

The sides all glanced at each other, coming to a decision almost immediately.

“The mind is our home. We will stay and fight for it.” Logan stated, as though it were a fact. Virgil nodded.

“Yeah, and it’s my job to protect you, Thomas. I’m not gonna leave you to fend for yourself.” Roman picked up from there.

“And I am a Prince! A Knight in Shining Armor! Who would I be if I didn’t stick around and help you?!” His dramatic flailing earned a good natured chuckle from each of the other Sides.

“I, of course, want to run away for Insanity locking me.” Deceit hissed, glaring at the TV. Thomas nodded sympathetically.

They all looked to Patton, who sighed. He looked up at Thomas with big, round eyes, and Thomas nodded.

Virgil spoke up.

“Patton, it’s okay to be scared. But - we have to save ourselves and each other. And knowing you, you want to help. You just don’t want to go back to that story, is that it?” Virgil hugged his boyfriend.

Patton nodded, burying his head into Virgil’s shoulder. Then Logan came over to them, and whispered something into Patton’s ear. Patton and Virgil nodded, separating.

Patton spoke. “Insanity locked me away into my literal worst nightmare. I don’t want to go back.” But then Patton looked at the TV, and spoke loudly, clearly, and proudly.

“I won’t go back. So Insanity - you can try to come and get me. To get any of us. But I have news for you - we will not back down. You will not win. This is our home, our FamILY. And you will never, ever, break us apart again.”

Virgil smirked, and Patton felt ready. After all, nobody would get to mess with his FamILY and get away with it. Roman smiled at him, and Logan nodded in approval. Even Deceit was looking at him with disapproval. Thomas nodded, making Patton’s heart feel warm and fuzzy before he remembered the situation he and his FamILY were in.

The six of them moved into a circle, watching all angles and protecting each other’s backs.

It was showtime.

...Or it was, until the library they were in began to burn around them.

#big bang fic #lamp sanders #all centered #long fic #angel writes #thomas sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fics

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( I know people won't read this as a matter of fact I don't expect them to, I just wanted somewhere to finally share my feelings, I know a lot of people will think they're pathetic and nothing to stress over, god knows the people I have told (my boyfriend and friend) think it's nothing (I guess it is) but it's something that bothers me. I can't really share with anyone else because 1) they'll say it's stupid and fine, 2) they'll see me as the failure (so that rules out family).

I have a burden on myself that Im a failure, it never leaves me. I get jealous of people that are successful and have better grades than me even though I work my ass for them. In college life was finally great for me in the second year I got abcd in my as which I could drop the D and the C well there was nothing I could do, I wish I'd stayed another year and done another a level but I can't turn the clock. The a and the b was ok. The a was in law, the B in English Language and lietature and the C in Sociology. AS only counts as half an A level (which is needed to go to university - the higher the A level the better the university). The second year was better in that I got friends (I was a real loner with bad self esteem issues during high school, I went from group to group, got humiliated, I could talk about it all day but im sticking to this subject). But at the end of college I got the A Levels BBC. No they're not that bad, some would say they're good. But to me it was a massive disappointment. One that kills me Every time (you can laugh and stop reading thinking may be this might be an interesting read and I've actually been through some s*** and that's fine, im just writing this for myself). Because of my grades I never got accepted into the unis that j wanted, well if I got bbb I could have studied at Lancaster law school which was the only one I wanted. Luckily for me I got the uni that I have now (im not going to say it - I just want to remain as anonymous as possible) but im so happy with my uni, despite many never hearing of it. But it's a starting uni and all the time I think im still not good enough for it, they only accepted me for numbers to get it running,I'd never have got it had it been future years and they could finally choose people decent enough. But I thanked god I got in.

Once there I still felt bad about a levels and considered resitting them (people told me not to as it would have been a waste of time, I disagreed.) But while at university I had my first law mock in contract law And I got 70 percent ( a first) and j was so happy, I thought finally it's changing, I'd studies hard and knew what j was going. However when it came to the real thing I got a 58 (which is a 2:2 - a pass but that beat me up the most) it didn't go towards my final degree but I'd worked so hard for it, I understood everything, I couldn't comprehend why I did bad, at the same time I did legal essentials exam and got a lesser score (still a pass and tbh I was glad at this at it was more business). I cried about them after and that just added on to the hate I already felt. Then in tort I thought as this goes towards degree try to forget about the others (which is an impossible task for me) and just put your all in (which I did and I got 61 percent (you need 60 to get a 2:1). Loads of people get higher, and they all still congratulated me but I was so ashamed. I always thought it was all p*** easy, I thought I did incredible answering all the questions, remembering every single case there was, writing pages and pages,knowing every principle, but I was still doing no where near as well as I hoped) and again i cried. The final module was criminal, And I had been looking forward to this as it was something I wanted to go into. For this I got 62 percent (again I cried). So many people were getting 70 percent and 80 percent (firsts), I.simply felt like I didn't belong. I prayed to god so much for a high grade and worked my ass off, but it felt like it was all against me.

Now I am in my second year, I have my first mock for land law and I've promised in gonna well (although I thought I already was). So that sums up part of the reason why I hate myself and wish I wasn't me.

At university theyr3 already talking to us about signing up for training contracts at law firms and doing plenty of work experience and networking with lawyers. This fills me with dread 1) for the reason I'll mention in th3 next paragraph and 2) because I've always felt like a failure and never having any friends -i can't do any small talk, or talk in general. How would I even get an opportunity when I have no idea how to converse with lawyers or anyone (if anyone is still reading - you're probably thinking omg it's not hard just say hi or whatever - and you're right, but for me it fills me with dread.

As mentioned earlier her3 is the second point. During my second year of college I worked at McDonald's and boy was it a nightmar3. I did it as a Saturday job but each time I was treated like utter s*** from the main manager. I wasn't bad at my job, but I was mad3 to feel bad. I was a customer assistant which meant that I worked on the tills but nearly every week the manager would make.me do the cleaning of the tables (no one likes doing that so it felt so demeaning for me to always do it every week - but I never got any hassle doing it so I was glad to do it,actually relieved to, but still it was humiliating. I could never talk to the work force I tried but it always feels like I have to make an effort with people ( which I do) but it always makes me feel well how does anyone get friends because to me it feels like not a single person makes an effort to make friends (not with me anyway). Every week I'd dread when it would be a Saturday, I would spend Fridays not getting any sleep because I couldn't face working there, setting foot in there ( Even though I haven't worked there for 2 years I still can't go in and I still cry Every time I think of it, just like I do with my memories of high school). The main manager would threaten to sack me most weeks and tell me k was s*** at everything. I could never gain the confidence to defend myself with him or anyone,I just took it. He would humiliate me in front of customers and they would look at me like "oh im glad I ain't you" and "I can't believe I've just witnessed that". But I took it and carried on serving even though I wanted to cry right there ( I never cry in front of people,in fact I would smile and nod like "yes sir, of course sir im so sorry sir"). I remember talking to it with my parents ( I never share anything with them because in so ashamed to admit that im a failure but as j was talking I neglected to mention a lot if thing,they'd tell me to stick up for myself,my dad even offered go have a word with "this guy" and my mum told me to defend myself,but as I told them not even the worst of it,the very minor details of it my eyes welled and I looked down (I never cry in public not even let my eyes well but that I couldn't control) they didn't say anything to the eyes welling up luckily. Anyway, as I was going to uni I finally had an excuse to leave the place (you're probably wondering why I didn't leave earlier and 1) I didn't want people especially my family to se3 me as a failure even though they wouldn't have I always feel like they do and 2 I just never had the balls to give in my notice but I finally I did with the excuse "im going to uni" even though I came home every Saturday and could have kept it. He took it off me and when I checked the timetable he reduced my 2 week notice and just gave me one week (he couldn't wait to get rid of me). Anyway because of this,it has made me feel even more of a failure, I cry every time because I feel like if I couldn't even do a job at McDonald's how can I get any other, especially a lawyer.

A job came up at my mum's work and my younger sister (who gets all As got it), I thought she would hate it cos she's a lot like me for personality but she's thriving in it. I could never worj there because i thought I'd suck at that too but this time they would tell my mum about how s*** I am, that I can't take. I can't take my mum thinking im a failure, she's such a strong character, with my sister her colleagues told her to raise her voice "be like your mum", so that example should explain how different my mum is to me.

And finally I've finished.

#law student #university #training contract #a levels #failure #lawyer #law #student #venting

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Radio Ga Ga (Part 2)

Ok, so. I’ve come up with a part two to my BBC Radio 1 story. Hopefully it doesn’t disappoint. Enjoy! Also a big thank you to @mizpahes for constantly telling me I don't suck, and helping me better this story. You tha real MVP. You can find the first part here Part 1

You’ve spent the past couple of weeks attached at the hip to Nick. From being his shadow during The Breakfast Show, to actually eating breakfast with him in your apartment. The two of you have been nearly inseparable since you started working at BBC Radio 1. You’ve already declared nicknames for each other (you being his “li-uhl cornholio” due to your love of Beavis and Butt-Head, and him being your “bloody scallywag” due to his love of House, M.D., such terms of endearment) and established each other’s guest rooms as your own, respectively. You’ve never had a friendship progress this fast, but you aren’t complaining. Nick is one of the most loyal people you’ve ever met, and you don’t see yourself ever finding anyone who could top him. The only downside to becoming friends with Nick so quickly is that he’s already learned how to read you, and always knows what’s on your mind. This was so easily proven during one of your sleepovers.

“You know who I haven’t seen in a while?” Nick asks you out of the blue while the two of you lounge on your small, but comfy love seat, catching up on The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air reruns.

“Hmm. I’ve got nothing. Not a clue.” You tell him as you pretend to try and read his mind.

“‘Aven’t seen 'Arry around in a bit.” Nick states with a frown plastered to his face.

You know he’s really cut up about it because other than you, Harry is the other big part of his life. Nick also sees him as a little brother that he always needs to look after. He knows Harry’s a grown man who can take care of himself, but ever since they met, Nick’s just always felt this protective instinct come over him when things pertain to the young bloke. Nick’s mentioned him off and on while the two of you started learning everything there is to know about each other. And of course for some reason, you always tend to blush incessantly at the mention of said Adonis’s name. Nick never seemed to notice though, until now. Did he always know, and was just waiting for the right time to bring it up? Or was he all about this slow burn torture? If you had to guess correctly, you’d go with the latter.

After trying to figure out the right response to Nick, you spit out, “No, you sure haven’t. Not since I met him at the station.”

That was probably the worst thing you could have said…

“Ooooh yeah…” Nick continues in a higher pitch, “the day you two love birds laid eyes on each other.”

You roll your eyes at Nick, while trying to contain the ever growing blush that rises up your cheeks.

“Shut up. He doesn’t feel that same way about me.” You huff out, not realizing the ammunition you just freely gave to Nick.

“And what way would you be feeling about a certain Mr. Styles, hmmm?” Nick states curiously trying to see how far he can push the topic.

You eye Nick warily. Should you spill your guts to him? He is your best friend. But he’s also Harry’s. Oh the dilemma…

“Fuck it.” You mumble out as you get ready to gush about the most gorgeous man you’ve ever laid eyes on to the giddy man child in front of you. “Ok, so I like Harry, you happy?” You retort.

“I’ll be happier when you cut the bullshit, and tell me how you really feel.” Nick shoots back with a cock of his brow.

You roll your eyes, dreading the topic that’s looming over your head. No turning back now…

“Fine. Not only do like Harry, I’m like in love with him. I know we’ve only met the one time, but just staring into those green never ending pools he calls eyes could melt me down and turn me into a messy pool myself. I can’t stop thinking about him. I replay our whole meet cute on a loop 24/7. He’s really gotten to me. He’s invading my thoughts, and interrupting my social life because I can’t concentrate on anything else but him.” You suck in a gulp of air after spewing all those thoughts at once. “Please don’t tell him.” You plead with Nick, sadness and embarrassment written all over your face.

“Now love, why would you think I’d ever spill your secrets? I know Harry and I are like brothers, but I’d never betray your trust for him. You’re too important to me.” He continues, “Now, that doesn’t mean I don’t have a sneaky little plan to get you two to end up together.”

“Nick!” You scream, worried about what he may do.

“Don’t worry. You’ll thank me later.” Nick smirks cockily.

And ever since that conversation, you’ve stayed extra observant with whatever Nick was doing. You didn’t want him catching you off guard with any surprises of the Harry variety.

***

About a week after your late night heart to heart with Nick, you finally stop feeling paranoid about his love hijinks. You can actually breathe normally when you come into work. You nod and waive to the receptionist, Francesca, knowing it irks her and you continue on to Nick’s office with a smug grin. As you open the door, you start to spill how your weekend without him was.

“Nick you’ll never guess who called me this weekend…” You’re cut off with a flirty “'ello, love” from none other than your wannabe love interest.

“Harry. Hi, how are you?” You attempt to ask in as calm a voice as possible.

“I’m great, but I’m more interested in who called you this weekend.” He prods with a cheeky smile.

“Oh, um, no one important. It’s stupid, really.” You say reaching for the best lie you could come up with.

Harry looks hurt and mumbles, “Mustn’t be tha’ stupid if your dying to tell Nick.”

Is that jealousy you sense? No, no way. He doesn’t feel that way about me. You ponder. Or does he?

To try and diffuse the situation you try and lighten the previous topic by telling him it was just a cringe-worthy phone call, and that he’d be grateful if you didn’t relay the secondhand embarrassment to him.

Harry just nods still feeling a hint of jealousy that it wasn’t him calling you up over the weekend. He didn’t even have your number for fuck’s sake, and that’s what bothered him the most. Flirting and getting a girl’s number usually came so easy to him, and yet here he was, completely awkward around you. No one’s ever had this effect on him before, and that’s what made him want to be with you even more. The two of you were in no way romantically involved, and yet he still got butterflies in his stomach when he talked to you. He was constantly thinking about you, writing songs about how you made him feel. He just didn’t get how you already had so much power over him.

Just as he’s finally mustered up some courage and is fixing to ask you if you had any plans this weekend, Francesca barges in.

“Hi, Harry,” the receptionist says lustily towards him while completely ignoring Y/N. “Someone brought doughnuts in this morning, and I figured you’d want some before they all ran out.”

“Um, that’s very kind of you Francine, but I’ve already had breakfast. Y/N might want some though.” Harry says completely oblivious of calling her the wrong name.

Francesca only gives him half a smile and then turns to walk out, purposefully passing you up and throwing the doughnuts in the bin.

Once the receptionist has left, Harry remarks, “Damn, who pissed in her Cheerios this morning?” He didn’t mean to say it out loud, but he’s glad he did when you burst into laughter.

“I think that’s just her normal attitude,” you reply wiping tears off your cheeks from laughing so hard at his unexpected response. “Don’t take it personally.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.” Harry states with a wink in your direction. Finally gaining his courage back he continues, “I was however planning on taking you out this weekend if you’re available.” Damn that was smooth, he thought, glad the charm finally came back to me.

Just as Y/N is about to give Harry an answer, Nick comes into the office.

“Sorry that took so long,” Nick continues, “No one can make up their bloody minds about a freaking color swatch. It’s not even that big of a deal. Who cares what color the bathroom is at work? You’re like hardly in there anyway. Anything to waste my damn time…”

With a giggle Y/N spits out, “Are you done now, drama queen?”

Nick gasps incredulously, throwing a hand to his heart. “Well I’ve never felt so offended and betrayed in my whole life.” He giggles along once he’s gotten over his theatrical spell. When he finally settles down from his laughing fit he claps his hands together and states, “Well I definitely need some coffee to perk me up after that bullshit. Either of you want anything?” After you and Harry shake your heads back and forth Nick heads out, but not before spurting out, “Right, well I’ll leave you to horn dogs alone then.” Nick is very pleased with himself as he walks out.

Trying to hold back the embarrassment from Nick’s comment, you change the subject. “So, you were asking me a question earlier, yes?”

“You mean before we were so rudely interrupted?” Harry asks cheekily while you nod your head. “Ah yes, well I believe I proper asked you out, and now I’m just waiting for a response and silently praying that the answer doesn’t destroy me.” He doesn’t mean to sound so desperate, but he’s relieved when he sees you chuckle, finding it kind of cute.

“Harry,” you start, “I would just like to say it’s about damn time.”

“So is that a yes?” He asks cautiously.

You start to giggle at how shy he tends to be around you. “It’s a definite yes.”

#radio ga ga #part two #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #i hope you enjoy #special appearances by #y/n #and #nick grimshaw

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U2′s Songs of Experience

Here are the things in the album and release that U2 have done that tie into this book, summarized without substantiation. I reiterate the list with substantiation below if you actually want to find out if this is going on.

Why this is important: -the book was published January 9th, 2016. Bono received the same book at the halfway mark as a draft in 2011. It was submitted for copyright April 2014 and received its copyright license at the end of that year. So you're dealing with a situation where the book can in no way have been contrived to fit U2's actions with their subsequent album, Songs of Experience. Which implies that Bono contrived his creative output in response to the book, because there are enough of them that it appears it could not have been chance. To find out why that could be of pivotal import, it would pay to read the book, but I'll give you the shorthand, -for the book's entire premise to fly, -Bono was so creatively involved he'd have to agree to its existence on some level. And this is enough to assert that he does. But to understand why that statement can be made that strongly, you'd have to understand what was in the book. Same goes for understanding why that may be so important, but U2 themselves have framed the import themselves quite perfectly by this choice quote they released on the day of the US recent eclipse, "Blackout, it's clear, who you are will appear".

1) Bono appears to have read the halfway draft of this book he got in 2011 -in terms of creating a song that manages to juxtapose finishing the book, along with what might be a reaction to the fact that I have lately published a spate of negative investigative articles about the band with regards to their philanthropy sources, -with the fact that I was on Killiney Bay in the draft right before the first time I met him personally, -a song which actually manages to tie into this circumstance three different ways (relying on the journal entry from the night prior)

2) Bono's preview interview for the album's release (the exclusive Amazon Alexa podcast) had him pulling out and talking about an incident he's practically never discussed, -the theft of his lyrics for U2's album ATYCLB on his laptop - an incident that happened right after I first met him, and was thoroughly documented in the draft he received (as well as the current book), -a theft that happened 18 years ago.

3) U2 have deliberately timed their album's release with both an eclipse (to the day) and a supermoon (which happened two days after the album's release) -both events which happened before and after the first and second time I met and spoke to Bono in person in Dublin in 1999. An eclipse happened at almost at totality over Dublin (over 98%) just days before I met Bono, and the supermoon occurred two days after I met him the second time. U2 timed the release of the album with a supermoon occurring two days after the album's release. All this occurrence was documented in both the draft and the current (pre-published 2016) book.

4) Bono snippets "Walk to the Water" in the BBC promotion of the new album's release, -a song that has never been performed and has only been snippeted four times in all of its existence (including this time). He edited the lyrics so that they emphasize the song's (female) subject, opening by her saying it wasn't cold, and how she walked down the "North Strand" to the sea, -which is exactly where you'd walk to go to U2's secret studio then (in 1999, not when this song was written). This is exactly what transpired when I met Bono the first time. Bono was in a position to know that this was exactly what transpired the first time, because I described the process of finding the secret studio in the draft, including describing which streets, -not to mention the conversation itself.

5) The new album, Songs of Experience has a bonus track, "Book of Your Heart" which actually has Bono describing having reading something given to him exclusively for his reading alone (in which he was a character), that corresponds with several appertaining facts of the book.

6) The most significant of these is that it mentions the name change I made to my legal pen name in order to publish the book. Or at least, this is alluded to as something the writer described in the song has done, and this is something I did to self-publish. This happened after 2011.

7) Prior to this, with Songs of Innocence -Bono titled track 10 after the "sincerely" line of my opening letter that presented the draft, word for word: "This is Where You Can Reach me Now". This is something I cannot document because that letter was saved exclusively to the flash drive that Bono received.

This got started as a reply, which I've kept the link to document because the reply thread is literally when I noticed, in real time, that there could have been a deliberate interplay between the song and my book draft. (As well as the embed code just in case which is not a hyperlink.) Facebook censored me from replying, which is how this analysis took flight.

Anthony: "Pamela Williams this is the stupidest crap I’ve ever read. So Bono stoled lyrics from you? Ok lol"

"No. And not insulting you back Anthony takes some restraint. The lyrics are not a quote -which is apparent to anyone literate. What is he doing by the look of it is tagging the period I was in Ireland and met him personally (and delivered an art theory to him as per lyrics with some pretty serious implications). You might register the fact that every one of these points I'm listing is in the book draft I managed to get to him personally in Chicago, -2011. The draft he got, the chapter I was in Ireland and met him personally was just being begun. I had to summarize it as a series of journal entries." So in the book draft he got:

1) I was crying on Killiney Bay the night after a Full Moon just days before I met Bono for the first time. The night before I was singing my lungs out and dancing on the roof of a Dublin Pub three stories up. -With the song "Love is Bigger Than Anything in its Way". -Bono lyrically suggests to start singing, instead of 'talking' -which would suitably reference the fact that I've done a series of five investigative articles in the last year and a half or so on the band's billionaire sponsorship etc. that were deeply negative. -That's probably the reason for the 'I know the rage in you is strong" reference.

-Now when I went back into writing the Chapter on Ireland in earnest after Bono received the book in 2011, I found I'd made an error and in fact these journal entries were several days apart, -not just one day apart. So the page I put in the book footnotes (that are in the existing published book as hyperlinks) that has these same journal entries (at a higher level of detail) -they're a week or so apart instead of a day apart. The quay I was sitting on (crying) at Dalkey is on Killiney Bay. I said, "I think my heart is completely broken." In the draft Bono got the entry is only two lines and the episode on the roof (June 28th) is listed as the Full Moon the night prior. In reality the second night I listed as June 29th in his draft really took place July 6th. (Yea, I have the original volumes (handwritten journals, -seven of them), the only way this would have even been the result.)

This is not asserting that he is taking lyrics from me. It looks like what happened in the book draft may be something he chose to write a song (actually maybe three plus one deliberate choice of snippet) about. There's a (big) difference between that allegation and alleging "Bono's copping my lyrics".

-Disclaimer, I have run across this interview in The Sun that says the song was written for his sons (heard the same thing about "13 (There is a Light)" -Bono says on record in the liner notes that this is the case, listing three songs by title as dedicated to his children). However, as explained in the book itself, (and further below) -both sons appeared to have been named after the document I handed to Bono the first time I met him, so it may have a dual intention. It may fit both situations and fits this one a little better, as the book puts a host of songs into one giant, narrative uber song. PS: From what I've seen, apart from this one song out of the three I'm referencing, despite the fact that Bono said all the tracks were letters of some sort to people in his life (including fans) the ones I'm mentioning have no such attribution by Bono or the band (fans assume attribution). I'm not sure why Bono would dedicate two songs to his two sons and only one song to his two daughters, and Bono has only attributed one so far to his daughters. So I'm wondering if the song was written with a dual intention, which is not a first in terms of song analysis where Bono is concerned. PPS: I’m not the type to make an assumption about one song because that song "just happens" to fit what he received in a draft. There’s a lot else going on.

2) Bono talks about his laptop getting stolen with all his lyrics on the Alexa interview special that was a retrospective preview to the album, and only broadcast before the album's release (since this individual didn't listen well enough I checked on this interview with second source). This theft happens in the book draft I gave to Bono in 2011, -right after I documented meeting him personally in the draft. "-But [Anthony is] too dim to consider how I might possess a scan of the newsprint article that documents when he recovered it, and exists as its own page because it is an actual book footnote in a book that was already published in iBooks January 9, 2016, -which means I've already written and published this so I cannot have possibly contrived any of these pages, -nor the book's existing context to fit what Bono has since written and U2 have done in releasing this album (same goes for all the links from my book page to follow) - They all exist as hyperlinks in a previously published book." The lyrics/laptop theft is dealt with in considerable detail. Bear in mind Bono's pulling out an event that happened in 1999, -18 years ago, for this interview. -And I know I got the true skivvy on this from a taxi driver because Bono talked in the Alexa interview about negotiating through bad people to get to even badder people. Ergo, The Mirror lied about the recovery.

3) I met Bono for the first time in person less than a week after an eclipse at over 98% totality took place right over Dublin, and this is in the notes Bono received in the book draft, -very shortly after the journal entry where I was crying on Killiney Bay. (Again that's original scanned newsprint that's already footnoted into the book for this very reason.) So, Bono and Co. notify everyone of "The Blackout" (the first single release to Song of Experience) -on the day of an eclipse passing very close to where I live now, it so happens, -in fact where I live it was it was 88% totality. -A blackout is what happens when there's an eclipse, btw. They quoted one song lyric from the song in this mail out to fans in the path of the eclipse: "Blackout, it's clear, who you are will appear". (They don't mention anything about "The Blackout" even being a single release that's in the pipe with this mail-out, what you saw is what people received.) "Eclipse" as both an event and analogy that have very serious occurrences; it is an existent analogy throughout the book. (You can search the term. -In fact the one line of lyric responsible for triggering this whole book, or even traveling to meet Bono in 1999 (let alone bothering to write about it), was "You know the sun is sometimes eclipsed by a moon, y'know I don't see you, when she walks in the room" - "The Fly".)

Interestingly enough, one of the very few (two) religious essays I did for the book centered on a female theologian whose entire religious practice centered on "learning to walk in the dark" - naturally, -because her system of thought was something the book explored doing existentially. (-This was released publicly at the time of writing.)

After signifying the first single with the eclipse, U2 released the album Songs of Experience, two days before a supermoon occurred. -In the book notes Bono received I recorded how I met him personally a second time at the Octagon Bar in The Clarence Hotel in Ireland and the supermoon, which was declared by the Irish Times to be the brightest in 136 years, happened two days after I met him the second time. That is why the book also has a footnote about that as well. -This is also in the notes Bono received that were the book draft at that time. Now what's absolutely mind-blowing about this, is that the supermoon occurs in the book draft two days after I met Bono the second time where we spoke and I gave him a Christmas gift, which is the exact date spacing of how U2 timed the album's release, with the supermoon occurring two days afterward.

4) Bono deliberately snippets "Walk to the Water" in the BBC broadcast promoting this album at the end of the performance of "All I Want Is You": "Walk to the Water" has never been performed. This is the 4th time it's been snippeted in all of its existence (30 years). These are the lyrics. He drops a very sensitive quatrain about the song's subject; she wore a "necklace given to [her] by [her] father".

Rabbit Hole #1

-Bono skips that part of the song in this snippet of "Walk to the Water" to go onto the Dublin streets: she "turned left on the Northstrand, and out towards the sea". -If you know where that is, in Dublin, -you'd know that it changes into Pearse Street when it turns left and later becomes Rings End Road, -and that was exactly how to get to U2's then (1999, certainly not in 1987 when "Walk to the Water" was written) secret studio (which was on Hanover Quay on the Grand Canal, and you can google that location now as they decided to let it go). -If you turned left on the North Strand you'd get to their secret studio, if you just took two more turns at the right place. Turning left on the North Strand is the same as turning towards the mouth of the River Liffey, and the sea. Which I walked before and after meeting Andy a couple of times by chance (Guggi's brother -Guggi is practically Bono's best friend in the world)) -I followed North Strand to Rings End (Rings End was overshooting it, actually the turn off was on Pearse Street) until I came to the secret studio and sat on the bench outside and first met Bono. The book draft Bono got in 2011 goes into these encounters and the walking to get there in a lot of detail because I was in a deadline rush of sorts to sort out to Bono how I actually met him, a deadline determined by a concert ticket. How finding Bono transpired was actually sort of odd and interesting, because it took a series of things happening by chance (Andy included), -and I had to blow Andy's mind by proving that with the song "The First Time" Bono was referencing a feminine Holy Spirit (not by trying to, it was that his mind was blown that prompted him to divulge the location). It took quite a convo to tease the location out of him. So the book mentions "Pearse Street" and "Rings Road". -You can search the book for terms after you've found them on Google Maps. The book has a search option. Incidentally Bono has written a song about Andy all of two times, "Bad" in 1984 (which reappeared and became a regular in their live set after the delivery in 2011 was made), and "Raised by Wolves", which appeared on the first subsequent album "Songs of Innocence" after Bono received this book draft. -Yes, made a note of that observation at the time. (Scroll down, to "let's meet under the cherry tree".)

Now practically the first thing that happens when I relate conversing with Bono the first time in this book (which was the same in the draft) is that Bono goes into a brogue about how cold it is today and waxes apologetic about the state of Ireland's typical weather. And I had to suppress my comment about how it wasn't cold at all, -being from Canada. (For what I avoided saying I interjected the thought "Oh puleez". "oh puleez" will pull up that first conversation with Bono.) -So Bono's literally teased out this verse snippet on the BBC broadcast and modified it (by dropping half of the first verse and going onto the second) -so that it happens to fit the actual context of when I first actually met him -that again (*sigh*) -was transcribed in the book draft I gave to him in 2011 and presently exists in the actual book. -The first line in "Walk to the Water is, "She said it wasn't cold". So the choice of snippet just happens to have fit the real situation.

All of these events happen in just a few pages in the draft that Bono got. They formed the substance of that chapter then, which is certainly not how it stands now.

Rabbit Hole #2

Rabbit Hole #3

5) The album has a bonus track called "Book of Your Heart" - the first verse sure looks like he might be reading a book he received personally that is his sole edition, doesn't it? (No one's ever going to see that draft other than himself.)

The song opens "Right from the start, you put this into words, how you think we should proceed" - I began writing in reference to the matter when I was 21, the "big" concept landed at 25, and then I began writing in earnest. "Love is Bigger Than Anything in Its Way" - has "So young to be the words of your own song". - If you follow the protagonist in this book the full course, you'll find out this linking situation - (-when the protagonist exists as object in an array of songs and you put that all together for the first time as a book, that book is the first elucidation of the whole song-) -this situation of the protagonist as object actually can be traced back to when she was just thirteen years old, with Bono coming into the picture at sixteen, not that any of this was known at those ages. The watershed moment that came on like a neutron bomb happened at age 21. The really freaky part is that in terms of becoming her own song, her own self-conceived myth that ends up playing out through the book, the character she came up with that becomes this myth personae in later years, she came up with at age 12; -first writing the story's beginning at age 14.

"Write a world where we can belong" -in "Love is Bigger Than Anything in its Way" -looks like an endorsement to finish writing (but that the writer is on their own). Bono got a draft that was at the less than halfway mark. And subject to some serious revision in key earlier chapters after he got it (one got added).

"Book of Your Heart" also has the lines "This is the promise that we'll stay, Through the long descriptive passages, Where we don't know what to say" -Also looks like reading a book (and first encounter, the entire intercourse was of what was not said). It's a wordy one that clocks in at 836 pages last I checked (in Word). The song also has "We are not fictitious characters, We don't belong to this world" -which again, indicates characters that exist as writ. It is very fitting for a book that centers on Bono and a protagonist between the two of them, plus an associated ensemble cast, and deals in pre-conception existence (post-death as well).

6) "Book of Your Heart" mentions a name change. When I met Bono and made the deliveries, both in 1999 and 2011, I went by a different name. The book's legal pen name is Pamela Williams. (It's right on the cover.) You'd have to be fairly aware of me, I know, to understand that I changed my name between 2011 and now to release the book, -but I did so on all my social media, it so happens. If you find this dubious, well, I decided on the pen name in 2000. It's on record in the book itself that I'm going to change my name for it -and what the name will be. You can search the name inside the book also to find this out.

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Belgian GP: Why Spa 1998 stays probably the most exceptional F1 races ever

Former world champion Damon Hill received a Components 1 race for the 22nd and last time at Spa on 30 August 1998

“Oh, that is horrible, that is fairly appalling, that is the worst begin to a grand prix I’ve ever seen in the entire of my life.”

Legendary commentator Murray Walker was seldom misplaced for phrases and true to kind they didn’t fail him when it got here to calling the unbelievable 1998 Belgian Grand Prix.

With the 20-year anniversary of the race approaching, now appears time to look again on an enthralling occasion that featured a 13-car pile-up, spectacular crashes, a livid pit-lane bust-up, horrendous climate from begin to end and a maiden win for one of many sport’s underdogs.

BBC Sport remembers probably the most incident-filled races within the 68-year historical past of the game, with evaluation all through from the BBC’s chief Components 1 author Andrew Benson, who was there that day.

“Reminiscences are slightly hazy – it was 20 years in the past, in any case,” says Benson.

“However they quantity to a mixture of shock, shock, pleasure and most of all, a way of a form of pervading insanity throughout.”

Unfortunate 13 – first-lap chaos units the tone

The race was the 13th of 16 that season, with McLaren’s Mika Hakkinen main the drivers’ championship and chasing his first world title, seven factors away from two-time champion Michael Schumacher of Ferrari.

The weekend was vigorous from the outset with Hakkinen, Jacques Villeneuve and Mika Salo crashing in follow, earlier than Hakkinen took pole with Schumacher fourth.

Come Sunday, the heavens opened in an enormous approach, however the determination was taken to begin the race on the scheduled time with out a security automotive.

And it appeared to be a smart transfer because the vehicles bought beneath approach… for all of 15 seconds.

Hakkinen led the pack down the hill in direction of Eau Rouge after which the drama began.

David Coulthard will get it improper on the exit of the primary nook and is spat throughout the observe

Eventual race winner Damon Hill avoids being collected however others behind are much less lucky

As Coulthard’s battered McLaren slithers down the limitations, the accident collects Eddie Irvine (Ferrari), Rubens Barrichello (Stewart), Olivier Panis, Jarno Trulli (each Prost), Johnny Herbert (Sauber) and Mika Salo (Arrows)

Alexander Wurz (Benetton) and Jos Verstappen (Stewart) are additionally caught within the chaos, whereas the Tyrrell of Ricardo Rosset is a latecomer to the difficulty, slamming into the vehicles forward

13 vehicles are in the end broken within the accident. 4 are unable to take the restart

So what was it like being in the course of all this?

In 2015, Ferrari’s Eddie Irvine told the official Formula 1 website that it had been “a bit scary”.

“I had no brakes, no steering, nothing was working,” he stated.

“I used to be simply sitting there hurtling down the observe with wheels hitting me on the pinnacle and vehicles going all over. There was nothing I may do besides sit there and assume ‘the place is that this taking me?’ It was not nice…”

Jordan’s Ralf Schumacher was proper in the course of all of it – however he was extraordinarily fortunate.

“It was fairly humorous, as a result of I simply noticed a McLaren sideways in entrance of me and I noticed the mess happening throughout me,” Ralf Schumacher later recalled.

“I moved my automotive left, parked it in impartial and waited, simply in time to see an Arrows abruptly miss me by about 10 centimetres.

“Then when all the pieces had settled, I simply engaged a gear and went by means of.”

However the begin of the race just isn’t what sticks in Benson’s thoughts.

“Oddly, the huge pile-up initially, involving a complete of 13 vehicles or greater than half the sector, just isn’t essentially the most highly effective recollection. Most of it entails Michael Schumacher in a method or one other,” stated the BBC’s chief F1 author.

So what did Michael Schumacher rise up to?

Michael Schumacher (proper) ploughs into Coulthard, who had slowed however was nonetheless on the racing line

The rain was nonetheless heavy and the restart was additionally dramatic.

Hakkinen made a gradual begin and spun earlier than the Sauber of Johnny Herbert went into him, ending each their races. Benetton’s Alexander Wurz was one other casualty after a collision with David Coulthard, which left the Scot on the again.

Quickly, the wounded McLaren was being hunted down by chief Schumacher.

On the downhill straight to the 150mph Pouhon nook, Coulthard, on the racing line, backed off to let Schumacher by. However caught unawares, the German’s automotive smashed into the again of the McLaren, ripping off the Ferrari’s proper entrance wheel.

“Oh God!” sputtered Murray Walker, who was incredulous.

Again within the pits, Schumacher assumed Coulthard acted intentionally to hinder the German’s world title hopes to assist Hakkinen – and the German set off right down to the McLaren storage.

‘It was apparent it was simply a type of issues’

Benson’s view of the incident

“Schumacher gave the impression to be on the best way to a routine, dominant wet-weather win, till he shockingly rammed into the again of Coulthard’s McLaren.

“It was apparent – to everybody bar Schumacher – that it was simply a type of issues that may occur on a stinking moist Ardennes day, when visibility on the race observe was nearly non-existent.

“Schumacher, although, didn’t see it that approach. He assumed Coulthard had slowed intentionally, in an try and make the Ferrari ram into him, to assist team-mate Hakkinen within the title battle.

“Everybody who is aware of Coulthard is aware of that is a nonsense, however Schumacher three-wheeled his automotive again to the pits, stormed out of it, and raced off right down to confront his rival within the McLaren pit.

“‘You tried to kill me!’ he screamed as he tried to seize Coulthard’s throat, whereas being held again by Ferrari’s then-sporting director – and future crew boss – Stefano Domenicali.

“There was a rapprochement of types later, however then Schumacher took exception to one thing else…”

‘I will put one thing to you, I feel you’d higher hear’

With solely eight vehicles nonetheless working, the Jordan crew, nonetheless winless after 125 grands prix, discovered themselves vaulted into first and second place, with 1996 world champion Damon Hill out in entrance from team-mate Ralf Schumacher.

The circumstances have been nonetheless horrendous, however the German was the sooner man and difficult Hill’s lead.

Involved they might find yourself dropping Jordan’s first ever F1 win – by no means thoughts a one-two – Hill radioed the crew to say they might proceed to race in the event that they preferred however that it could make extra sense to again off.

Hill’s message over the crew radio. Shortly afterwards, Schumacher was advised ‘Ralf, you can’t overtake Damon, OK? That may be a crew order’

Crew boss Eddie Jordan agreed and insisted that Ralf Schumacher, who was leaving the crew on the finish of the season, couldn’t overtake Hill. The German, reluctantly and after a brief interval of radio silence, lastly acknowledged the order.

Hill took the win, his 22nd and last victory of his profession, whereas Jordan skipped down the pits in celebration of not only a maiden win but in addition a surprising one-two.

“I appeared like a whole fool,” Jordan stated years later. “The euphoria, the thrill it simply took over. It was a day I shall by no means, ever overlook. There have been so many issues wrapped into these couple of hours – intrigue, rigidity, not believing it may occur”

Michael Schumacher, in the meantime, was nonetheless simmering after his earlier crash and sought out the Jordan crew boss – who gave the German his F1 debut seven years beforehand – to complain in regards to the therapy of his youthful brother.

Rain, champagne and Hill’s smile

Benson’s view from the media centre

“Jordan’s imposition of crew orders made Eddie Jordan the contemporary goal of the older Schumacher’s ire, which was a little bit of a jolt for the Irishman, who till then had been jigging round deliriously, swearing joyously at one and all, as he celebrated his crew’s coming of age.

“He was not the one disbelieving one. Again within the media centre, Hill was surrounded by a posse of British journalists – this author amongst them – after the official information convention ended [things were a bit more informal in those days].

“Hill talked as he tried to take it in, because the odor of rain, sweat and champagne wafted up from his yellow overalls.

“20 years later it could be, however Hill’s uncomprehending smile, the huddle, and its accompanying aroma are maybe the clearest reminiscence of all.”

Twists, turns and crashes – pictures from an unbelievable race

Irvine’s Ferrari and Coulthard’s McLaren look distinctly second-hand after the first-lap crash

On the restart, championship chief Hakkinen involves grief – once more exiting the primary nook – and is out

Hill and Schumacher rumble previous as Hakkinen’s McLaren is faraway from the observe

Giancarlo Fisichella’s race ended on lap 26 after this spectacular crash with Shinji Nakano, who – remarkably given the course of journey of his rear wing – was in a position to proceed after prolonged repairs

Fisichella surveys what stays of his smoking Benetton

Coulthard endured a troubled afternoon on the wheel of the McLaren

This race was the primary of 4 victories for the Jordan crew

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The Daily Tulip

The Daily Tulip – News From Around The World

Saturday 7th July 2018

Good Morning Gentle Reader…. How are you feeling this Saturday morning, I’m always telling you about me and Bella, but I realise that I haven’t asked how you are for quite a while, let me get you a cup of coffee while I listen … All the usual aches and pains that come with older age… mmmmm, I suffer from that to, and your fingers are a little stiff, Rheumatism you think, I have stiff fingers from trying to stop falling… trouble getting to the Doctor and when you do he will not listen … try living in Spain, where they speak perfect English when they are on holiday in London, but bugger all in the surgery…. Well I’m glad we had the chance to speak, and that you’re doing ok, Bella wants to walk, would you like to come with us?

'DEAD' WOMAN FOUND ALIVE IN SOUTH AFRICA MORGUE FRIDGE….A South African woman is recovering in hospital after being discovered alive in a mortuary fridge. The woman was taken to Carletonville morgue, in Gauteng province, having been declared dead by paramedics following a road accident. Ambulance company Distress Alert said she had shown "no form of life", South Africa's TimesLive website reports. But when a morgue worker returned to check on the body in the fridge, he found the woman was breathing. An official has confirmed to the BBC the woman is now being treated in hospital after being referred by forensics officers. She has not been named. An investigation into the incident is being carried out, but Distress Alert operations manager Gerrit Bradnick said there was "no proof of any negligence" on his company's behalf. "This did not happen because our paramedics are not properly trained," he told TimesLive. Mr Bradnick told TimesSelect she was one of several people involved in a car accident which left two others dead on Sunday, 24 June. This is not the first time this year someone has woken up in a mortuary after being declared dead. In January an inmate at a jail in Spain's Asturias region regained consciousness hours before an autopsy was due to be performed. Three doctors had certified him dead… New you dying to hear…..

REDOINE FAID: PARIS HELICOPTER PRISON BREAK FOR GANGSTER….A notorious gangster is on the run after escaping by helicopter from a prison in the Paris region. Redoine faid was helped by three heavily-armed men with assault rifles. Two gunmen in balaclavas used smoke bombs and angle-grinders to break into the visitors' room where Faid was talking to his brother. A third man in the prison courtyard guarded the helicopter and its pilot - a flying instructor whom the men had taken hostage. The helicopter flew to the nearby Gonesse area, where it was found by local police. Faid, 46, has been serving a 25-year sentence for a failed robbery during which a police officer was killed. This is the armed robber's second prison break: in 2013, he escaped after seizing four guards as human shields and blowing several doors off with dynamite. He staged that escape less than half an hour after arriving at a prison in northern France, and spent six weeks on the run. Nearly 3,000 French police have been drafted into the manhunt, a police source told AFP. "Everything is being done to locate the fugitive," an interior ministry official said.

PLASTIC BAGS: SHOP ASSISTANT 'GRABBED BY THROAT' AS AUSTRALIA BAN STARTS….Tempers flared in Australia over the weekend as retailers implemented a ban on single-use plastic bags. One customer reportedly grabbed a shop assistant by the throat, while another called staff "money-grabbing scum". The ban on single-use bags is part of a national push to reduce waste. Retailers in four of six Australian states now face fines for using them. More than 60 countries including the UK have now introduced bans or levies on single-use bags, according to the UN. The UN environment agency estimates that up to 5 trillion single-use bags are consumed worldwide each year. Australian chain Woolworths introduced a ban on the bags on 20 June, ahead of the 1 July deadline, offering reusable bags for 15 cents (£0.08; $0.11) instead. But customer "bag rage" pushed the chain to reverse the policy and offer the reusable bags for free until 8 July. "They just want a little extra help from us to get through the transition," said Claire Peters, Woolworths managing director, in a statement.

INDIA 'WHATSAPP CHILD ABDUCTION RUMOURS': FIVE MORE LYNCHED….Five men have been lynched by a mob in India's western state of Maharashtra allegedly over rumours of child abduction spreading over WhatsApp. Twelve people have been arrested for the killings, which happened on Sunday, police told BBC Marathi. The victims belonged to a nomadic community and had been passing through the village, police said. Despite attempts by the police to counter them, incidents of lynchings resulting from such rumours continue. The police have imposed a curfew in the village as the situation remains tense and additional police forces have also been deployed. They said that people from this community often pass though villages begging and they had been doing that when they were attacked. One of the men was allegedly seen talking to a girl and some villagers suspected the group and questioned them. "Since the villagers were not satisfied with their answers, they took the men to a room and started beating them with bamboo sticks and stones," M. Ramkumar, a senior police official, told BBC Marathi's Pravin Thakre. The rumours were likely to have been spurred by WhatsApp messages that had gone viral in the village, he said. When the police arrived, he added, the mob attacked them as well. "This is a very serious and unfortunate incident," Dada Bhuse, a local lawmaker, told the BBC. "We'll take strict action against the accused and against those who spread these rumours."

OLDHAM MANCHESTER ENGLAND, PHONE PORN HEAD TEACHER BANNED FOR LIFE…. A primary school head teacher who had a stack of porn images on her phone has been given a lifetime teaching ban. Catherine Jones, 42, inflated pupil grades, took her partner on a paid-for school trip to Manchester United and bought computer kit with school funds, the Teacher Regulation Agency found. It also ruled that Ms Jones could not have the ban reviewed. Ms Jones was head teacher at Willowpark Primary Academy in Oldham, Greater Manchester, from 2012 to 2016. The agency's professional conduct panel found Ms Jones guilty of "unacceptable professional conduct" and ruled that she had also brought the "profession into disrepute". The panel upheld an allegation that she recorded and stored "explicit" sexual images on her smart phone and asked an IT apprentice to back up the images on her laptop. It also found that Ms Jones had tampered with pupils' SATs grades to show a higher level than they had achieved. The findings against Ms Jones included: Pocketing £350 from a Christmas fair to "pay her mortgage" Buying a printer, scanner and tablet computer using school funds for her own use Failing to return the computers when she was asked Taking her partner on a trip to Manchester United funded by the academy The panel, which sat on 7 June, ruled that Ms Jones would not be able to apply for a review of the ban arguing she showed "no evidence of any insight, regret, remorse or reparations". Its decision was endorsed by Secretary of State for Education Damian Hinds, who said: "In view of the seriousness of the allegations found proved against her, I have decided that Catherine Jones shall not be entitled to apply for restoration of her eligibility to teach."

Well Gentle Reader I hope you enjoyed our look at the news from around the world this, morning… …

Our Tulips today are rather spectacular, what do you think?

A Sincere Thank You for your company and Thank You for your likes and comments I love them and always try to reply, so please keep them coming, it's always good fun, As is my custom, I will go and get myself another mug of "Colombian" Coffee and wish you a safe Saturday 7th July 2018 from my home on the southern coast of Spain, where the blue waters of the Alboran Sea washes the coast of Africa and Europe and the smell of the night blooming Jasmine and Honeysuckle fills the air…and a crazy old guy and his dog Bella go out for a walk at 4:00 am…on the streets of Estepona…

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genforwardlegacy-blog · 7 years

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Ever done something, well, stupid that’s changed your life??

http://genforward.org/blog/what-if-how-one-decision-can-change-a-life/

Ok, let’s start today's GenForward blog here by saying that I’m pretty happy in my life right now. Yes it would be great to have a bunch more money, and to maybe have to do a bit less work, and maybe have a bit more in the way of actual family time, but hey the big things outweigh the little things.

I sometimes sit back and think about the madness that has been my life. Of how I went from being a small boy growing up in a small town in the county, to where I am now, sitting here in the USA, married to someone from another different country in Europe, doing what I’m doing and being happy. The odds are ridiculous.

My past has been filled with good times and bad, smart decisions and even more poor ones (but usually made with reasons of good intent). I have earned money in the hundreds of thousands per year, and I have been practically homeless. I have travelled all over the world and lived like a rock star, and more often I’ve barely scratched my way though to the next week.

All of it is what’s made the “me” that I actually like today. Much as some of the bad stuff I may fleetingly wish to change, I understand that it cannot happen and still give me the same end result. So instead of trying to change my past (when my son finally finishes inventing the time machine he’s been working on, with Lego and bits of cardboard box, then I may actually have a choice in changing the past, but for now...), I embrace it. I try to see what lessons can be learned and maybe passed on.

All of that being said, there are certain moments that I look back on and can see how they would have potentially changed EVERYTHING. Moments when my life would have gone on a track that was 180 degrees from where I ended up heading. Who can say where the journey might have ended in that case, maybe better, maybe worse. I think ultimately I would probably have been happier in my work for many years, however that’s by the by.

The incident in question was when I was 17 years old, shortly before I moved out of home (which is another story altogether). I had been born into the home computer revolution. All of my life I had been involved with computers, video games and electronics.

I got my first system in about 1976 or 77. It was a Binatone game system that you plugged straight into the TV. Using this wonder of modern technology, me and my brother were able to battle it out in various “sports” involving a court with various bits filled in or missing. There were 3 sides for squash, 2 sides with open ends for tennis, 4 sides with a hole at each end for football (soccer), and the game involved bouncing a square dot of a “ball” around with a stick of varying lengths (long for normal setting, short for pro).

Over the years I had exposure to everything from the Spectrum ZX81 with it’s amazing 1k of inbuilt RAM (you could upgrade by plugging in a small suitcase sized brick that gave you 16K), through my BBC B with which I started to learn BASIC programming, then to a series of Commodore machines (which were practically impossible to programme but had the best games).

I had always loved these things and could regularly be found down the local computer/CB radio store, acting as a pretend employee, technology expert and general gaming guru. When I hit 16 and left High School, I then picked up Computer Science as one of my Advanced Level subjects. I found it easy but didn’t do particularly well at the exam, primarily due to the mark being about 50% based on a programming exercise.

I had proclaimed that I would write a programme to catalogue my ever growing record collection. It was supposed to be carried out over several terms of homework assignments. Due to my usual fascination with beer rather than schoolwork, I ended up sitting in a corridor finishing off my project (18 months work condensed into 4 days) just as the envelopes were being sealed to send them off for marking. Needless to say, “Not his best work”, would have been a fair tagline.

So, next step was either university or work. Given that I had just spent 2 years avoiding education, my parents didn’t want to back me in going to university, to just bum about and throw away another two years or more. Besides, I wanted to go and earn some money. I had had a taste of proper money (well, over 100 pounds a week) working in a local bacon factory over the summer holidays, and I liked the feel of cash to burn.

My Stepfather was and IT Director for a big multinational firm at the time, and he was good enough to pull a few strings to get me an interview as a trainee computer programmer/systems designer, at a small IT firm about 15 miles away. This was right up my street, so I was well chuffed with the whole idea.

I went along for the interview which really consisted of a bunch of people being sat in a room and given an IQ test, followed by a 5 minute chat where I could impress them with my 3 week A level project, which had barely qualified for a grade, written in a coding language that they didn’t use.

Next thing I hear is that they want another talk. I am told when I turn up that although I had no experience, they were talking to me because I had scored higher in the IQ test than the guy who was running the company (had no idea what that meant then but it sounded good). I am also sure that my Stepfather probably had a finger in greasing the wheels. I was to join them and start the following Monday morning at 9am, sharp.

Well, I was there by 9am, but I wasn’t exactly “sharp”. You see I had been out to celebrate my new job on the Friday......and the Saturday.....and the Sunday night. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the Sunday night had involved crossing paths with a young lady, with whom I became quite smitten (not sure if alcohol was at play here but I had been smitten by her sister 2 nights earlier as well). Being naïve teenagers, living in the country and with no place to go, we left the pub (well after closing time as we were both regulars and the landlord was a believer in after hours “lock-ins”).

She was a little older than me and actually had a car (of sorts), so she drove me home and we parked outside my house. Then, how shall I put it, time kind of got away from me. By the time I could drag myself away, I had about 20 minutes to go and get showered and dressed, and to catch the bus that would take me to my new job. At this point, sleep was simply not an option. But hey, I was 17 and could officially handle anything.

I arrive at the new job and a complete doomsday scenario unfolds.

Instead of the engaging induction into the world of the company, and computers in general, that I had been expecting, I was greeted with a book. They explained that as I knew nothing, I should start by reading bit about the basics of programming in “C”, and that till I had an understanding of that they really couldn’t do anything with me.

I was led to a room where a couple of what looked like 20 somethings, clicking away at chunky computer keyboards. Apart from the click of the keys, there was silence. The room had no windows. Air conditioning in the UK is still few and far between; in 1987....well, just no, so it was hot. The book they gave me might as well have been titled “1001 ways to be certain not to stimulate any interest at all in your reader”. It had to happen.

I probably managed about 30 minutes before my eyes started to sting and get heavy. I made a trip to the toilet to splash water on my face. Good for maybe another 15 minutes, by now the room was spinning. More water. HELP!

Next thing I knew, I was prodded awake by the HR person who kindly informed me that, due to the fact that I had fallen asleep twice, and that my snoring was interfering with the other coders, my services were no longer required. They took back their book, and I was thrown out unceremoniously into the street, to wait for the next bus home.

My Stepfather got on the phone to the firm, and tried to explain a bit and fight my corner. It got to the point where it was conceded that the boss may have overreacted a bit, but now that he had, he wasn’t backing down. That couple of hours signaled the end of my career in computing.

Although I did have a genuine passion for computers and computing, as was generally the case back then, the education we had received bore no relation to what was wanted in the work place. Although I applied for other jobs, the next thing I got offered was a job in a local supermarket. To be fair, not exactly the toughest job to land. However it was money, and given that I had just decided to move out of home (and in with the girl whose attractions had so distracted me, so maybe it wasn’t just the drink), money mattered in a big way now as I had bills.

From there, I got promoted within a week, and that was the beginning of a long and varied path to where I am today. Although I do look back on that moment as pivotal in my life, and it’s one of those where the “If you could do one thing differently” question raises its head, as I have mentioned before, I don’t regret it. It would have changed a great many things in my life I’m sure, but that’s not my story now. It’s done. I’m happy now.

Despite this, the reason I relate this story, and I have told this to my son as well, is to illustrate how one stupid decision (and lets face it, sitting up all night before you’re about to start a new job is pretty stupid, whatever the “excuse”), can change the course of a person’s life. Fortunately for me, it worked out ok in the end and it only really affected me.

The kind of bad decisions I really worry about my son making, are the ones like taking a drink and getting behind the wheel of a car, or not having the ability to say “No” to his friends, when every sane bone in his body should be screaming at him that what he’s getting involved with is wrong.

The kind of things that really have to take-backs, no do-over’s, it’s done. The problem is, you can tell your children all day long, but at the end of the day, there’s no reason they are likely to be any smarter than you or I were at that age. It’s kinda tough to explain to them how little they really know, especially as they progress though the dangerous teenage years with temptations of alcohol, drugs and sex lying there in front of them. That's a big part of why we came up with GenForward, to have the answers there for them without having to ask directly. You might not be lucky enough to get the question from them till after it's too late so some advice beats none.

They are already struggling to create their own personality and be their own person. Old enough to think they know everything, yet young enough to know next to nothing. Well, that was me at least and, though the world has changed a great deal since those times; people haven’t so much I think.

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markwatkinsconsumerguide · 7 years

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Consumer Guide / No.40 / Maggie K de Monde (Swans Way & Scarlet Fantastic) with Mark Watkins.

MW: Maggie, you wrote your first song - “Gloriana” - aged 14. Can you recall the first two lines? What's the story behind it?

MKDM : Mark, the first two lines were : “ Mrs Moffat’s done a bunk, the barbs she ate made her a punk. She flies higher, cooler higher, in her automatic Hotpoint spin drier.”

“Gloriana” is an imaginary state of grace/imaginary place where everything is calm and full of love, and there is no suffering, and everything and everyone is in perfect harmony. A Utopian fantasy. I think I was very influenced by the TV show Rock Follies at the time!

MW: How did Swans Way, then Scarlet Fantastic, come about?

MKDM: I met Rick P Jones at Kent uni where I was studying French and Drama. Rick was a guitarist. We formed our first band Playthings, and then we met Robert Shaw and decided to do something completely different - which to us, meant ditching our original instruments and starting afresh on something new. Hence me playing the drums!! We read a lot, and watched a lot of old '50s movies, and listened to many soundtracks (French and Italian). We were looking for some different influences. Marcel Proust wrote a novel, “Swann’s Way”. I think we may have chosen our name as a nod to this, although we spelt our name differently, as we didn’t want people to think that we were all about the book.

After the release of a critically acclaimed album, The Fugitive Kind, Rick and I became restless, and decided we wanted to take a different musical direction. We weren’t inspired by Swans Way any more. We bought our own studio gear and Rick learned to programme drum machines and synths etc and we came up with a glam/pop/electro/ kind of sound which seemed quite unique to us at the time. We were into larger than life imagery and big slogans: - “Energy Breeds Energy” , “Deconstruct the bad vibes” and many more. I think we felt we were on a bit of a mission, we were very much into the idea of spreading peace and love! We used to describe our sound and imagery as a mix of the REAL the SURREAL and the FANTASTIC. We needed a name that encompassed all this so we chose Scarlet Fantastic! Rick used to make a joke and say it was the colour of my lipstick!

MW: How did Swans Way and Scarlet Fantastic compare and contrast?

MKDM: I think there were similarities in the sense that we were out on our own, doing our own thing, writing songs from the heart, but sound wise there were definite differences as Swans Way had a very organic sound and Scarlet Fantastic was more electro. Lyrics were a very important part of both projects.

MW: Tell me about Duran Duran...

MKDM: Rick and I were in our first band Playthings before Swans Way. Duran Duran used to say that we were the other best band in Birmingham apart from themselves. Birmingham back in the '80s was a very close knit scene, everyone knew everyone. We toured with Duran Duran as they had their first hit “Planet Earth”. I was with Simon sound checking for a gig at Aston Uni when they received the news that “Planet Earth” had charted. Simon was a big, friendly, bouncy ex-drama student, always the flirt too!! Jon Taylor was the one who was always perceived as the cool one (I guess he was initially a little shy). My mum had a cup of tea with him once and said: “what a lovely boy he is!” . Nick Rhodes was the one who people would sometimes say had a tendency to be somewhat of a poseur, but I think he was genuinely into quite diverse and left field art projects etc. Andy Taylor the guitarist was the most down to earth, a salt of the earth Northern lad and Roger Taylor the drummer just always looked incredibly cool!!

MW: …careless memories of BBC Radio 1?

MKDM: I used to love doing Radio one sessions, going to the big studios in Maida Vale and then getting all excited when the sessions would air. Swans Way played live several times on Radio One sessions but I can’t remember whose show we were on. Janice Long was a great supporter of ours along with her producer Mike Hawkes.

MW: ...TV appearances?

MKDM: I think Top Of The Pops and The Tube were always my faves. Both shows were iconic for their time. I miss them both, and sadly there seems nothing like them today. The Tube made several really interesting films of Swans Way and Scarlet Fantastic ; it’s so great that those time were captured on celluloid and can now be see on YouTube all these years on!

MW: Maggie, tell me about your new album Reverie...

MKDM : Well Mark, I called my new album Reverie as I felt the word describes the sound. Reverie is released on Dirtbag Baby Records and it’s distributed by Right Track through Universal. It’s a gentle, dreamy alt-folk album. A journalist recently described it as ethereal folk. It’s a very song based album. I wanted the emphasis to be on my voice and my words. I had an idea for the overall sound and it was a joy to work with my husband and musical partner on it, Mark Leif Kahal, he produced it and played most of the instruments on it too. We really went for clarity and an uncluttered sound. The songs were very much influenced by dreams and nature. There are many similar themes to the original Scarlet Fantastic from 30 years ago but the sound on this new album is very different. It’s more in keeping with my previous album Union which was by Maggie and Martin, a collaboration I did with Marc Almond’s keyboard player.

MW: OK, let’s talk books...

MKDM: The most recent book I read was written by my friend Clayton Littlewood, “Dirty White Boy”. It’s about a shop he had on Old Compton St., and the daily goings on with all the Soho locals. It’s hysterical. It’s a real fun read and it’s in a diary form as Clayton started off by blogging but ended up turning it into a novel. I love his observations of people and places, he’s so insightful and so funny!

My next read will be a re-read, “Tender is the night”, by Scott Fitzgerald. It’s been on my mind often lately and definitely needs a revisit. I love the time it’s set in and I’ve been enjoying a lot of artists from this period recently too. I have also just bought “Testimony” by Robbie Robertson; I can’t wait to to get tucked into this! I’m a huge fan of his and the whole period with all his contemporaries, some legends. It’s meant to be a brilliant book.

MW: Which newspapers can’t you live without?

MKDM: I read The Guardian and The London Evening Standard. Simon Jenkins is one of my favourite journalists. On world news, I’m a big Christiane Amanpour fan.

MW: What are the best and worst aspects of social media?

MKDM: The best aspects are being able to spread the news about my work and to connect and reconnect with people/old friends/new friends/like minded people etc. I enjoy learning about new projects and hearing reactions to world situations etc. I feel the whole “community” aspect of it can be a positive thing. The worst aspects are the cruelty and bullying that can occur, especially amongst teens. I think people can also waste way too much time on social media and forget about/neglect real life. I do know that it does help socially isolated people and lonely people which is a very positive thing.

MW: List your Top 10 favourite EIGHTIES albums...

MKDM:

1 Joshua Tree - U2 (1987) 2 This is The Sea - Waterboys (1985) 3 Faith - George Michael (1987) 4 Kick - INXS (1987) 5 Purple Rain - Prince (1984) 6 Let’s Dance - Bowie (1983) 7 Sign o’ the Times - Prince (1987) 8 The Lion and the Cobra - Sinead O'Connor (1987) 9 Fisherman's Blues - The Waterboys (1988) 10 Hounds of Love - Kate Bush (1985)

Each album I’ve listed here reminds me of a very specific time in my life and a very specific feeling evoked when listening to the music. My life’s journey has been accompanied by some very poignant soundtracks. I spent a very special time in South Africa with my father before relocating to Dublin which was full of magic. Throughout my African experience then onto my Dublin experience, before, during and after, The Joshua Tree held a very special kind of magic for me as did the top 5 albums I’ve listed, all of them in fact! Very hard trying to pick the favourite. All sensational and played an important part in my life, helped me through a few things and celebrated with me too!

MW: Which BOWIE song is your favourite? How did you feel on hearing the sad news of his death?

MKDM: Mark - I was devastated when I heard of his death. It’s so difficult trying to pick one favourite song, I have many but one which never fails to move me is “Wild is the Wind”.

MW: You live in Eastbourne. What do you enjoy doing along the South Coast?

MKDM: I love the nature here. I walk and cycle often and spend a lot of time by the sea. I’m enjoying painting again. We have a fantastic modern art museum here, affiliated with the Tate, so I’m often there. We have some great record shops and cafes and some amazing restaurants too (I’m a real foodie!!). I often hop over to St. Leonards, Hastings or Brighton. London isn’t far either. I travel a lot around the South East as there is always a lots going on. Music, art shows etc. I have my own studio so I record a lot of stuff here too.

MW: … plans for 2017?

MKDM: I have a song “Heartbreak House” on Hifi Sean’s album Hifi Sean Ft. The video for the song will be released shortly. I filmed it in St Leonards, it’s turned out to be a rather neo-Gothic affair! Sean is ex-Soup Dragons, his album is doing very well, his track with Crystal Waters has just gone into the Top 40. There are some interesting artists on the album, Yoko Ono, Fred B52’s, David Mc Almont and many many more. As well as being a part of that I’m writing new material and I’m also painting a series of still lifes in oils. You can keep up with me on my Facebook musician pages, Maggie K de Monde, Scarlet Fantastic and Swans Way. There is also a website www.scarlet-fantastic.co.uk

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ultrasfcb-blog · 6 years

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Belgian GP: Why Spa 1998 stays probably the most exceptional F1 races ever

Former world champion Damon Hill received a Components 1 race for the 22nd and last time at Spa on 30 August 1998

“Oh, that is horrible, that is fairly appalling, that is the worst begin to a grand prix I’ve ever seen in the entire of my life.”

Legendary commentator Murray Walker was seldom misplaced for phrases and true to kind they didn’t fail him when it got here to calling the unbelievable 1998 Belgian Grand Prix.

“Reminiscences are slightly hazy – it was 20 years in the past, in any case,” says Benson.

“However they quantity to a mixture of shock, shock, pleasure and most of all, a way of a form of pervading insanity throughout.”

Unfortunate 13 – first-lap chaos units the tone

The weekend was vigorous from the outset with Hakkinen, Jacques Villeneuve and Mika Salo crashing in follow, earlier than Hakkinen took pole with Schumacher fourth.

Come Sunday, the heavens opened in an enormous approach, however the determination was taken to begin the race on the scheduled time with out a security automotive.

And it appeared to be a smart transfer because the vehicles bought beneath approach… for all of 15 seconds.

Hakkinen led the pack down the hill in direction of Eau Rouge after which the drama began.

David Coulthard will get it improper on the exit of the primary nook and is spat throughout the observe

Eventual race winner Damon Hill avoids being collected however others behind are much less lucky

13 vehicles are in the end broken within the accident. 4 are unable to take the restart

So what was it like being in the course of all this?

In 2015, Ferrari’s Eddie Irvine told the official Formula 1 website that it had been “a bit scary”.

“I had no brakes, no steering, nothing was working,” he stated.

Jordan’s Ralf Schumacher was proper in the course of all of it – however he was extraordinarily fortunate.

“It was fairly humorous, as a result of I simply noticed a McLaren sideways in entrance of me and I noticed the mess happening throughout me,” Ralf Schumacher later recalled.

“I moved my automotive left, parked it in impartial and waited, simply in time to see an Arrows abruptly miss me by about 10 centimetres.

“Then when all the pieces had settled, I simply engaged a gear and went by means of.”

However the begin of the race just isn’t what sticks in Benson’s thoughts.

So what did Michael Schumacher rise up to?

Michael Schumacher (proper) ploughs into Coulthard, who had slowed however was nonetheless on the racing line

The rain was nonetheless heavy and the restart was additionally dramatic.

Quickly, the wounded McLaren was being hunted down by chief Schumacher.

“Oh God!” sputtered Murray Walker, who was incredulous.

Again within the pits, Schumacher assumed Coulthard acted intentionally to hinder the German’s world title hopes to assist Hakkinen – and the German set off right down to the McLaren storage.

‘It was apparent it was simply a type of issues’

Benson’s view of the incident

“Schumacher gave the impression to be on the best way to a routine, dominant wet-weather win, till he shockingly rammed into the again of Coulthard’s McLaren.

“‘You tried to kill me!’ he screamed as he tried to seize Coulthard’s throat, whereas being held again by Ferrari’s then-sporting director – and future crew boss – Stefano Domenicali.

“There was a rapprochement of types later, however then Schumacher took exception to one thing else…”

‘I will put one thing to you, I feel you’d higher hear’

The circumstances have been nonetheless horrendous, however the German was the sooner man and difficult Hill’s lead.

Hill’s message over the crew radio. Shortly afterwards, Schumacher was advised ‘Ralf, you can’t overtake Damon, OK? That may be a crew order’

Hill took the win, his 22nd and last victory of his profession, whereas Jordan skipped down the pits in celebration of not only a maiden win but in addition a surprising one-two.

Rain, champagne and Hill’s smile

Benson’s view from the media centre

“Hill talked as he tried to take it in, because the odor of rain, sweat and champagne wafted up from his yellow overalls.

“20 years later it could be, however Hill’s uncomprehending smile, the huddle, and its accompanying aroma are maybe the clearest reminiscence of all.”

Twists, turns and crashes – pictures from an unbelievable race

Irvine’s Ferrari and Coulthard’s McLaren look distinctly second-hand after the first-lap crash

On the restart, championship chief Hakkinen involves grief – once more exiting the primary nook – and is out

Hill and Schumacher rumble previous as Hakkinen’s McLaren is faraway from the observe

Fisichella surveys what stays of his smoking Benetton

Coulthard endured a troubled afternoon on the wheel of the McLaren

This race was the primary of 4 victories for the Jordan crew

Quiz – title the Spa 1998 beginning grid

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1998 Belgium GP beginning grid

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ultrasfcb-blog · 6 years

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Belgian GP: Why Spa 1998 stays probably the most exceptional F1 races ever

Former world champion Damon Hill received a Components 1 race for the 22nd and last time at Spa on 30 August 1998

“Oh, that is horrible, that is fairly appalling, that is the worst begin to a grand prix I’ve ever seen in the entire of my life.”

Legendary commentator Murray Walker was seldom misplaced for phrases and true to kind they didn’t fail him when it got here to calling the unbelievable 1998 Belgian Grand Prix.

“Reminiscences are slightly hazy – it was 20 years in the past, in any case,” says Benson.

“However they quantity to a mixture of shock, shock, pleasure and most of all, a way of a form of pervading insanity throughout.”

Unfortunate 13 – first-lap chaos units the tone

The weekend was vigorous from the outset with Hakkinen, Jacques Villeneuve and Mika Salo crashing in follow, earlier than Hakkinen took pole with Schumacher fourth.

Come Sunday, the heavens opened in an enormous approach, however the determination was taken to begin the race on the scheduled time with out a security automotive.

And it appeared to be a smart transfer because the vehicles bought beneath approach… for all of 15 seconds.

Hakkinen led the pack down the hill in direction of Eau Rouge after which the drama began.

David Coulthard will get it improper on the exit of the primary nook and is spat throughout the observe

Eventual race winner Damon Hill avoids being collected however others behind are much less lucky

13 vehicles are in the end broken within the accident. 4 are unable to take the restart

So what was it like being in the course of all this?

In 2015, Ferrari’s Eddie Irvine told the official Formula 1 website that it had been “a bit scary”.

“I had no brakes, no steering, nothing was working,” he stated.

Jordan’s Ralf Schumacher was proper in the course of all of it – however he was extraordinarily fortunate.

“It was fairly humorous, as a result of I simply noticed a McLaren sideways in entrance of me and I noticed the mess happening throughout me,” Ralf Schumacher later recalled.

“I moved my automotive left, parked it in impartial and waited, simply in time to see an Arrows abruptly miss me by about 10 centimetres.

“Then when all the pieces had settled, I simply engaged a gear and went by means of.”

However the begin of the race just isn’t what sticks in Benson’s thoughts.

So what did Michael Schumacher rise up to?

Michael Schumacher (proper) ploughs into Coulthard, who had slowed however was nonetheless on the racing line

The rain was nonetheless heavy and the restart was additionally dramatic.

Quickly, the wounded McLaren was being hunted down by chief Schumacher.

“Oh God!” sputtered Murray Walker, who was incredulous.

Again within the pits, Schumacher assumed Coulthard acted intentionally to hinder the German’s world title hopes to assist Hakkinen – and the German set off right down to the McLaren storage.

‘It was apparent it was simply a type of issues’

Benson’s view of the incident

“Schumacher gave the impression to be on the best way to a routine, dominant wet-weather win, till he shockingly rammed into the again of Coulthard’s McLaren.

“‘You tried to kill me!’ he screamed as he tried to seize Coulthard’s throat, whereas being held again by Ferrari’s then-sporting director – and future crew boss – Stefano Domenicali.

“There was a rapprochement of types later, however then Schumacher took exception to one thing else…”

‘I will put one thing to you, I feel you’d higher hear’

The circumstances have been nonetheless horrendous, however the German was the sooner man and difficult Hill’s lead.

Hill’s message over the crew radio. Shortly afterwards, Schumacher was advised ‘Ralf, you can’t overtake Damon, OK? That may be a crew order’

Hill took the win, his 22nd and last victory of his profession, whereas Jordan skipped down the pits in celebration of not only a maiden win but in addition a surprising one-two.

Rain, champagne and Hill’s smile

Benson’s view from the media centre

“Hill talked as he tried to take it in, because the odor of rain, sweat and champagne wafted up from his yellow overalls.

“20 years later it could be, however Hill’s uncomprehending smile, the huddle, and its accompanying aroma are maybe the clearest reminiscence of all.”

Twists, turns and crashes – pictures from an unbelievable race

Irvine’s Ferrari and Coulthard’s McLaren look distinctly second-hand after the first-lap crash

On the restart, championship chief Hakkinen involves grief – once more exiting the primary nook – and is out

Hill and Schumacher rumble previous as Hakkinen’s McLaren is faraway from the observe

Fisichella surveys what stays of his smoking Benetton

Coulthard endured a troubled afternoon on the wheel of the McLaren

This race was the primary of 4 victories for the Jordan crew

Quiz – title the Spa 1998 beginning grid

You will have six minutes to search out out.

1998 Belgium GP beginning grid

Rating: 0 / 22

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