TV Watching: The Originals Season 2

I wasn’t sure about the rebirth of the Mikaelsons in new bodies. But then in season 1 I wasn’t sure about Hayley or Cami at all. I always felt in The Vampire Diaries that the Original family was severely under used so when The Originals came along with three of them, I was pleased. I guess I always felt the regret that Michael, Esther, Kol and Finn had been disposed of in TVD and did want them more explored.

Season 2 has three of them, body swapped and brought back from the dead. Initially I was disappointed in the new actors, I guess I wanted to see them originally. Somewhere along the line though, I came to really like Kol and Finn, Kol especially. Somehow, as in season 1, I’d warmed to characters without realising it (although I’m still on the fence with Cami). I think I only realised how much I was enjoying Kol (partly his nicer side with Davina) when NewRebecca walked in. Did the two actesses study together because Rebecca is perfect!

Rebecca and Caroline are my two favourites across these shows so the loss of Rebecca in season 1 was a disappointment to me. Now, don’t get me wrong, VampRebecca will always be my favourite, but NewRebecca is channeling her soooo well! Her strutting around with Nik and Elijah is simply perfect. However, I’m not sure I want to see Kol come back in a third body! Would the chemistry with Davina still be there?

I’m also liking Finn’s body swapped guy being simply himself. I hope NewRebecca sticks around – I like her even more with Marcel than originally. Michael’s demise was poor. He’s always removed too soon, his banter and teaming with Klaus was fantastic. Sadly, Elijah has bored me this year and I started to warm and then cool to Hayley again. I really want Kol back!

And Rebecca. In either body!


Three to Four – Poem

I’m coming for you, I hear you baby,
The first sound you’ll ever make,
The wailing screech of air filling those lungs,
And the first sound I ever heard. You.
A solitary salty drop rolls down a chubbied cheek,
Alone yet never apart. Oh, how I miss you already!
Your arms, your smile, your gorgeous little laugh,
Your Mummy.
First class male to your doorstep,
From my arms to yours
From my heart to yours
The way you love me.
At least we are without strangers as we sail so far apart.
I will return to you. Soon, my boy.
I will change the world
But you are always mine.


His Heart – Poem

A man stands by the side of the road,
A stranger to the home behind.
He’s trying to hide, trying to blend in,
But he’s alone with cars and brick.
Occupied with his phone, he pretends and keeps his eyes down.
He fails.
She sees him and calls: “Daddy!”
His heart breaks at her smile, the joy in her eyes.
Through the pain and uncertainty she still loves him.
He’s encouraged to wave by the woman,
But she’s already there.
At four she can’t be stopped!

Then his eyes settle on the boy,
The boy he would do anything for, give anything for.
Yet the boy doesn’t see him.
His heart breaks.
It shouldn’t be this way. They should be his.
He loves them, he wants them,
All he wants is to protect them,
The boy’s eyes are guided and his chubby face lights up.
Does he know how much he’s loved?
Waving the boy stumbles with distraction and Daddy isn’t there to catch him.
Daddy isn’t allowed to catch him.
Mummy saw to that.
He wants to catch him, to hold him forever.

They pass him and he helplessly watches them pass,
His heart passes by.
This isn’t his fault.
He did nothing wrong.
He simply wants his children more than twice a month.
The car pulls up and in it he climbs, soon passing,
His children, the couple and his heart.
His girl sees him, she’s too clever for her own good.
His boy doesn’t, lost in a toddler’s mind.
His heart has gone for another fourteen sleepless.

© 9th July 2011

TV Watching: Revenge – The End

Revenge – The End… Pathetic.

Sorry, but I found it absolutely awful. I haven’t liked much of the final season. The David Clarke reveal was a shocker, but odd. His family dynamics with Victoria and Charlotte was odd. The introduction of Ben was odd. David Clarke’s gangster dude, odd. Margeaux’s huge old flip, odd.

Louise was fantastic. I loved her and Nolan. I hope they grow old together as Besties.

Oh, Nolan’s boyfriend who clearly was a plot device to break him and Louise up, send Loopy-Lou to Victoria and then conveniently disappear with a foster kiddie. Honestly? This show used to be clever.

I distinctly remember seeing Victoria light her lighter sitting in the chair. Now, it’s one thing to mislead the viewers but another to show a lie.

Ben, oh dear old Ben! Did he really deserve such a death? Such a nothing. I mean, Jack was right and Ems needed time to get over Aiden, but did Ben, clearly brought in to serve no other point than keep Ems from Jack until the big send off, deserve a stab in the back?

And Charlotte, dear sweet Charlotte who was kept from her biological father all her life and was then apparently not there when he died! Maybe his death scene was supposed to all be about David and Amanda – the pair that the whole show was kind of about – and I get that, but to feel like Charlotte wasn’t there yet made it to Amanda’s wedding is a hard sell for me. Perhaps she was just inside. Perhaps we should have been shown that, without stealing it from Amanda. Didn’t he love both daughters infinity times infinity?

I found it interesting to see how Emily became Amanda and the reactions of the world, but that was pretty much all I liked this year other than Nolan. As for Emily/Amanda and Jack. Sorry, but I loved Aiden for her and her happy ending should have been last year, Victoria suitable revenged and Emily and Aiden living somewhere completely different. Some what like Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle in the Batman film.

And I am totally ignoring the dream.

Nolan was his usual fantastic self. Long live his revenging with Loopy-Lou on hand.

New Semi-Regular Series – TV Watching

I only have about three scheduled posts left of poetry from my back catalogue and so any future poems will be if and when inspiration takes me to write them and I’ve been considering a few new angles to take this blog. I don’t travel anymore, and anytime that I do it’s with the children so will be posted about on their adventures site. I rarely get time to write, but I do have an idea for a new photo series on here. I need to find the right materials first. What I am ready to start doing is posting about television. It’s, you know, probably my greatest love and the one thing that always remains constant in my life! Haha!

Nothing stops me from watching TV (my Tivo is up at about 81%). I watch new shows, I watch old shows, I love to do whole series rewatches. And I do like stating my opinion. It won’t be a super regular thing (far more as and when). It will cover incredibly random shows from the present and past. I can’t even guarantee to post close to when the episode aired, but I’m hoping to build up a little catalogue of my show thoughts here.

I’ve done a few over on my parenting blog and, rather than copying them into this blog, here are the links:

How I Met Your Mother

The 100, Season 2

The 100, Season 1

The Flash



Vampire Diaries

Tomorrow People


I definitely have a JAG (anyone remember that one?) post planned and an Originals one. I might have to write about how disappointed I was with the Revenge season finale, too! So, I hope you enjoy reading the previous entries and look forward to my random thoughts on some incredibly random TV shows!


What Do We Do? – Poem

What do we do? Usually drink. Usually laugh. Usually play.
I fight against it. Fight for control.
The phone drops, the control clatters to the floor with it
A storm begins and flood defences fail
Sandbags wash away, barriers collapse
The tide comes in, the rain pelts down
Flash of light. One. Two. Growl low within me
As the darkness dawns, floods flow higher.

What do we do? Usually drink. Usually play. Usually laugh.
The storm sets in on my heart and I sink lower
Rain is rising, carpet comforts me, prevents my heart drowning
And then his arms, I grab on for my life
He’s my swimming aid, my rubber ring wrapped ‘round
The thoughts set in as selfish sobs escape
I think of them, yet I fear for me
I mumble and stumble, he cooks and cares
What will I do without you?

What do we do? Usually drink. Usually talk. Always laugh.
Mind is vacant, needed that way
Need to be empty: No thoughts, no feelings, no tears
I walk the streets of youth, eyes filling, near spilling
With each step, I pound the concrete hard
My memories of me. Of us. Of her. Banished.
Repeat the words, they’re all that exist:
What do we do? Usually drink. Usually dance, usually… Bubble.
Keep on and on, nearly there now.
What do we do?
Block everything else, nothing exists.
Only the words.
Usually dance. Usually drink.
Autopilot, these streets are mine.
What do we do?
Keep going. Nearly there.
What do we do?
Few more steps, keys in hand.
Usually – home.
© May 2008. The italics are “taken” from a single titled Wearing my Rolex by Wiley, which was released on 5th May 2008. It is used without Wiley or his record company’s permission, for the purpose of this poem and the original line of the song is: What would we do/Usually drink, usually dance, usually babble. It was the song I was listening to on a journey and the only thing that stopped me completely breaking down, alone in the middle of the street. The babble/bubble thing is just me being unable to hear the words clearly enough, but I like the bubble part!

Petulance – Poem

Many others are allowed to succeed, yet not me,
I am deemed unworthy for the joy of new times,
Revelling in their moments, boasting with earnt glee,
All around here new blood always surrounds me,
Crying in sorrow when others end their bumpy path,
Lacking far more than I, yet no luck for me,
Enough of this unfairness and pain. End it now, please!

Evil people need their punishing, what have I done?
Leaving a part of me behind, losing it over and again,
Chances are changing, percentages slowly dropping,
Always the same feelings of wanting, failing,
Reeling as my heart breaks yet again, blood dripping,
Inside depression fills me as I simply watch,
Money seems so important, but does not buy me this.
(c) 2011