nostalgia strikes again
rediscovered one of my favorite childhood movies Bedknobs and Broomsticks the other day and now have an earworm that is persistent as the song is charming:
full lyrics here.
It's conjuring up HP-like images a la Diagon Alley (quite the plot-bunny for a fanfic, I would say), especially the more melancholy strain of the song (which, of course, is what's stuck on REPEAT in my head). It's a shame that Angela Lansbury spent most of her prime being typecast as a prim older lady; lightning struck me this afternoon that maybe, if one could get over her recognizability, she'd make a fantastic Sybilla if the Lymond Chronicles ever get made into a movie: sweet on the outside, but quick as a whip and slightly twisted like her son. ;P )
SCARY BUT TRUE: it actually exists! Curiosity + Google = revelation of a lifetime. Apparently there really is an antiques market in London on the Portabello Road. And here I thought Disney was making things up.
Portabello Road, Portabello Road
Street where the riches of ages are sold.
Anything and everything a chap can unload
Is sold off the barrows in Portabello Road.
full lyrics here.
It's conjuring up HP-like images a la Diagon Alley (quite the plot-bunny for a fanfic, I would say), especially the more melancholy strain of the song (which, of course, is what's stuck on REPEAT in my head). It's a shame that Angela Lansbury spent most of her prime being typecast as a prim older lady; lightning struck me this afternoon that maybe, if one could get over her recognizability, she'd make a fantastic Sybilla if the Lymond Chronicles ever get made into a movie: sweet on the outside, but quick as a whip and slightly twisted like her son. ;P )
SCARY BUT TRUE: it actually exists! Curiosity + Google = revelation of a lifetime. Apparently there really is an antiques market in London on the Portabello Road. And here I thought Disney was making things up.
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