|What a happy bunch. Oh, don't you look lovely!|
M: And we're back! In this post will expound upon the first episode of the hit series Downton Abbey. Yes, that's Downton. Not 'downtown.'
J: I'm entranced...
M: You're much better at the typing than I am. I guess no one can tell who's typing. Moving on...Jenna, what first drew you to watch Downton Abbey?
J: Oh god, everybody and their mother. And plus, I'm enamored of all things British and witty. And I knew it was only a matter of time until I was completely sucked in.
M: Brilliant. For those of us who've not yet had the Downton experience, how would you describe this fair show?
J: Fairly. Um, it's a thorough and vastly entertaining portrayal of life in the British countryside at a manor. Is it a manor?
M: An 'abbey'?
J: It's an abbey? I don't know. Whatever... Everyone from the kitchen maid to Lord Grantham is given equal screen time, and the dialogue will not disappoint the most fervent lovers of dry British humor.
M: Would you say it's like reading a book?
J: Depends on the book...If you mean it makes you feel educated and enlightened, then yes. Just read the article.
|Back hallway brogue-ing.|
J: Fascinating. The subtle yet discernible differences between the servants' brogue and the family's brogue and even the American mother's quasi-brogue are wonderful to listen to. I ended a sentence with a preposition. That's a big no-no.
M: I won't tell...Anything else you care to add regarding this invigorating new drama?
|The jewelry. I die.|
M: Quite right. Well, there you have it folks. Two posts. One night. That. Just. Happened. Until next time...