Your next show addiction

Since some of you haven’t ventured from the safety of your home since Game of Thrones season five’s SHOCKING ending, still frozen in terror from the quite frankly cruel, pure coldblooded evilness of THAT, I have just the remedy. Yes, they’ve beheaded Sean Bean and let Joffrey live for too long but by god this is an outrage....

Anyway, before I let my tears blur my writing I’d like to bring to your attention a safer substitute for your addiction, that won’t leave you crying over your favourite character dying. And it comes flying in to save the day in a Kilt.

Based on the international bestselling books by Diana Gabaldon, Outlander is the GOT alternative. A historical romance about a kickass no shit taking WWI nurse Clair Beauchamp who ends up in 1743 Scottish Highlands via some magical stones.*

Encountering dastardly cads and swashbuckling red head Scots within the first few hours of her displacement Claire survives on her wits and luck. But, like GOT there is gore, the opening scenes show Claire covered in blood repairing a horrific leg wound behind the Front Lines. Then there’s the romance, the cheeky scenes are definitely more….saucy? Well, so graphic that when I started to show my mum it I had to leave the room from embarrassment at forgetting it and having to suffer from the awkwardness. Yet, she still watches the show. Now that induces a shudder of yuck through me.

Anyway, the adaption from the books is just so beautifully crafted, and I can promise the long-suffering fans of franchises who are emotionally distraught over the murder of beloved characters as a plot device Outlander is a safe blanket to wrap yourselves in. It has all the excitement of Game of Thrones and adventure of Russell T Davis era Doctor Who, but, unfortunately, no dragons. Unless you count Claire’s fiery relationship with a certain tawny lad…

My advice, watch Outlander before a tidal wave of kilts explodes everywhere. That way you get the smug satisfaction of saying you watched it first. And won’t get any spoilers. For people who like reading the books beforehand the first book published in the English edition is called “Cross Stitch,” and if you’re not normally a big reader try it anyway. It has enough drama and dramatic twists to give Corrie a run for its money.

Now go forth in your tartan pyjamas and whiskey fuelled drunkenness and rebound from Game of Thrones like the hot piece of ass you are.

*Disclaimer: No whiskey or disorderly Scots were involved in the transportation of person from time A to time B

Introducing...

It’s the summer holiday and like any true teenager born between the 90s and Generation X, I am in a committed relationship with my laptop.

Now, let’s just assume I’ve been living under a rock for the past couple of years, which basically, is me avoiding further internet embarrassment from my pre-teen years and only now have decided to start blogging (and the award for longest sentences and shitty grammar goes to….)

My name is Belle and I live a 40 minute train ride from London.

Let’s face it, if I said where I was from most of you would have no idea. So I won't say specifically. Also, internet stranger danger ya know? My mother would be proud.

Being English if you can’t pinpoint the whereabouts of your home in relation to the nearest city (or landmark) then you should just hang your head in shame give back your passport to the Queen right now. I mean it. 

Go on then, bugger off to Buckingham palace.

I’m 17 and read more than I speak. Which is ironic considering I’m a wannabe drama student and have a long list of tried and tested swearwords that have got me in trouble more times than I'd like to admit. 

If you ever want to spot me in a crowded room I have a tendency to contort my face to the music I listen to, in practice for when I go onto win my BAFTA. So if you see a curly haired, emotional looking girl on the 10:35 southbound Bakerloo tube from Waterloo on a Saturday, it’s likely me listening to the Fray’s “How to save a life.” Because I’m just that cool.

I hope you like babbling of an inexperienced blogger who on the side takes advantages of having very talented friends who photograph her *cough* Ella *cough*, tries and fails miserably with makeup tutorials, and has a deep love for Pride and Prejudice.

 

*For super secret internet safety reasons here's a picture of me disguised in a blue wig pretending I'm Coraline