“The Night King is coming.” “The dead are already here.”
Been waiting for a battle? Well, this week’s Game of Thrones should have satisfied, delivering the show’s longest ever ep, and it was pretty much all battle, all the time, from beginning to end. Exciting though that sounds, it does run the risk of being pretty one note; even carnage gets dull after an hour or so.
“Do you want me to apologise? I won’t. We were at war. Everything I did, I did for my house and my family. I’d do it all again.”
If you’re chafing for the first of this last season’s Big Battles, you may well have been disappointed this week. For the second week in a row, we were stuck at Winterfell as yet more characters came together in readiness for the Impending Doom of the White Walkers attack.
“We don’t have time for all this. The Night King has your dragon. He’s one of them now.. The Wall has fallen. The dead move south.”
So, I’ve been quiet on the blog of late, I know. The CELTA course was so intensive that I spent all my time writing lessons and assignments, teaching and planning. As I’ve moved into the real world of doing this for money, I’m still spending all my creativity putting lessons together, rather than writing here.
But more about my life in Barcelona will follow! For now, though, Game of Thrones is back for its very last season. I’ve been blogging every episode since season two, so teaching work aside, I’m going to see it through to the end 🙂
It’s a civilised start for the first day of my CELTA course –
it begins at 11am. Plenty of time for a bit of a lie in and a leisurely stroll
to Oxford House TEFL language school. It’s easy to find; a couple of minutes
walk to the next left turn off Carrer de la Marina, then just a long schlep
down Carrer de la Disputacio. All told, it takes about twenty minutes. I don’t
think I’ll be bothering with the Metro for this journey at all.
Arriving at the unfortunately named Barcelona El Prat
airport, I encounter my first bit of Spanish efficiency as I board the train to
town. The train pulls out, slows down, then stops. For ages. Eventually it
starts to move, slowly. Then stops. For ages.
It’s been a mad few months since the end of the Big Trip,
during which my outlook on life totally changed, along with my plans for the
future. After the emotionally draining but vital week I spent here in October,
I got a lot of things straight in my head, and made a lot of Big Decisions.
Yes, I was going to get a tattoo.
Ever since we
got our first good look at David Tennant in 2005’s The Christmas Invasion, the Doctor
Who Christmas special has become a festive tradition. So you can imagine
the apoplexy of some of the more… reactionary fans when the BBC announced that,
for the first time in 13 years, there would be no new Doctor Who this Christmas (Ian Levine practically exploded, again).