Withnail & I
After weeks of unseasonably amazing weather, the Northern England chill has finally arrived in all it’s flurry. It’s cold, quite cold actually, and it’s just getting started. Which is bad news for me, you see, I am in the middle of a war with the heating company. The imperialist swine wish to charge me $60 a month for very rarely using my gas heat. I fight back by wearing a coat, scarf, and hat while I’m at home, with the occasional bit of scotch when it’s particularly cold.
As I explained my situation to my English friends hoping for moral support they only retorted with: “welcome to a country that doesn’t use oil like water!” and further proceeded to recite facts and figures about how the US consumes more oil than almost all other countries combined. So much for brethren to my cause… It is amazing though, how much we take for granted the price of oil and gas in the States. Here a gallon of gas would cost you on average around $7.50-8.00. A gallon! It makes $3.10 a gallon seem much, much, more affordable somehow.
I found solace however after watching Withnail & I, an English cult classic comedy about two out of work actors. I delighted to see them bundled in their own home, going out for tea and staying far too long just to enjoy the free heat, etc. And as I clanked around on the keys of my typewriter I couldn’t help but feel like I was actually living the English adventure I had imagined before I came. I wanted to be poor and scrounging for ideas to make the best of it. And not only am I living it, but I’m loving it. I know that may sound crazy, but I think when you don’t have much you really appreciate what is more important. And here I can keep my focus.
That is not so say however that my focus isn’t exactly always where it should be. Currently I should be focusing on French because quite frankly I’m rubbish at it. I even went as far to get a tutor who, as politely and innocently as she could muster, suggested that I learn Spanish instead. I also tried watching French films so as to hear the language more but after a few I had to be honest with myself in knowing I was watching them for entertainment and not actually learning from it. It’s just that there is so much that I view as an adventure. I love going out and exploring different parts. Or trying the heavenly seasonal goodies from bakeries like: mince pies with a large dollop or brandy butter, or marzipan teacakes, or burnt toffee pudding. With so much to see and learn about the English culture who has time for French?
Fear not though Grandma, or mom, or anyone else who would lecture me on my academics, I am doing great in all my other classes. And I’m not going to give up on French! After all, how could I sweep Audrey Tautou off her feet if I can’t even speak the language?

November 15th, 2007 at 12:41 am
In honor of you, I too will not turn up the heat this winter. Nance and I will walk around wearing our winter coats and beanies. In honor of our friend Brandon O’larey…
And by all that I mean we will imagine being cold and having to wear winter coats and beanies, while walking around in shorts and tank tops sipping hot coco in a comfy 70 degree house.
November 15th, 2007 at 3:07 pm
How I hate you…
November 15th, 2007 at 6:01 pm
well… if it makes you feel any better the heat in my bedroom is broken and we don’t turn on our living room heaters becasue they’re behind things that will catch on fire..
the result of all this is that i too walk around the house wearing winter clothes.. but i found my space heater last night and cranked is up in my bedroom…
have you considered investing in a space heater or an electric blanket?
November 18th, 2007 at 3:53 pm
Yes yes… and if this makes you feel any better my dear Brendy Bird, I am lazing about in 80 degree weather in the very very intolerable Mayan Riviera. Oh Torture I tell you! They make you go to the white sand beaches and lay out in the hot hot sun… sometimes you are even forced to swim in the crystal clear ocean. Serving where the need is great is such a sacrifice!! So.. when you are freezing your little O’larey bottom off… Just think of your favorite Krysta (me) and know that I am suffering right there with you. I hope this note brings you some solace. As for me.. I think I will go cut all of my pants into shorts. Love you!
November 21st, 2007 at 5:49 pm
While Brandon lives in Dickensian squalor I sit in front of a roaring coal and wood fire with the heating toasting the rest of the house. Doubtless that’s why he’s angling to come here and drink all my beer and hot chocolate. Oh.. and sorry for being so cruel when you looked for sympathy:-)
November 21st, 2007 at 6:17 pm
No I like it, especially the “Dickinsian squalor” bit. But you forgot to mention that I am also angling to come over to play on your giant iMac.
November 23rd, 2007 at 5:02 pm
Yes, it is possible to enjoy deprivations. Your comments reminded me of part of the conversation in “My Dinner With Andre”, which I think you would love if you haven’t seen it yet. One part of the discussion revolves around the ethical implications of an electric blanket. If one becomes dependant on it, will they lose appreciation for the heat of their mate? Will they become impartial to the cold reality just outside their blanket?
You have been freed of such considerations.
Bundle up.
November 28th, 2007 at 12:57 am
For French motivation, you might like “Paris, Je T’aime”. It’s a marathon of short films. You’re bound to like a few. I sure did.