I crashed a wedding with my friend Jes last weekend.
Not–particularly precisely exactly crashed. More like hid amongst the ferns and jasmine and exotica of a conservatory, gawking (politely) at flowers with beards… 1,719 more words
The fourth branch of the Mabinogion is shaped by exchanges between Arianrhod and Gwydion. From the moment he brings her into the story by suggesting her as Math’s footholder (which seems such an innoncent idea: let’s get my sister, your niece, to do it!) the two are at odds. 1,653 more words