My parents are both medieval historians, which meant that growing up I spent a lot of time in Europe (to quote Eddie Izzard, “where the History is”). As an adult, it sounds like an awesome childhood, spending every 3rd year in Oxford, travelling around to see castles & ruins, etc. But I recently found some photographs from my youth that seem to tell a different story.
You can read the delight in my eyes. I think this was castle # 7 of this one specific road trip. We didn’t have a car when we lived in England, so we’d store up all our castlegoing into one fun filled week of rental car adventure.
I’d love to tell you that this is from the same road trip, but the truth is, I only had that one jacket. But can you blame me? When you find a jacket THAT attractive, who needs multiple options? I subscribe to this same theory today, as anyone who knows me can attest.
My parents rented me to this man in exchange for a rare manuscript. The worst part was when he teabagpiped my chin.
Looking back on all these photos, it’s hard to say which one best sums up my life in England. But it’s pretty easy for me to say which one best sums up my life during the years we spent in the U.S.
YEEEHAW!! Lighting shit on fire while naked in the gutter! U.S.A! U.S.A.!!!