August 20th, 2003
|03:37 pm - polls not yet closed
Handsomest writer ever update - one of altariel's friends, nominates Rupert Brooke.
He was quite dishy - another photo here
Interestingly (to me, at least), Rupert and I have the same birthday. And he died on Shakespeare's birthday.
"Cambridge people rarely smile,
Being urban, squat, and packed with guile;
And Royston men in the far South
Are black and fierce and strange of mouth;
At Over they fling oaths at one,
And worse than oaths at Trumpington,
And Ditton girls are mean and dirty,
And there's none in Harston under thirty,
And folks in Shelford and those parts
Have twisted lips and twisted hearts,
And Barton men make Cockney rhymes,
And Coton's full of nameless crimes,
And things are done you'd not believe
At Madingley on Christmas Eve.
Strong men have run for miles and miles,
When one from Cherry Hinton smiles;
Strong men have blanched, and shot their wives,
Rather than send them to St. Ives;
Strong men have cried like babes, bydam,
To hear what happened at Babraham.
But Grantchester! ah, Grantchester!
There's peace and holy quiet there..."
Rupert Brooke, The Old Vicarage, Grantchester
I reckon he ain't pretty no more.