Nancy Wake, who has died in London just before her 99th birthday, was a New Zealander brought up in Australia. She became a nurse, a journalist who interviewed Adolf Hitler, a wealthy French socialite, a British agent and a French resistance leader. She led 7,000 guerrilla fighters in battles against the Nazis in the northern Auvergne, just before the D-Day landings in 1944. On one occasion, she strangled an SS sentry with her bare hands. On another, she cycled 500 miles to replace lost codes. In June 1944, she led her fighters in an attack on the Gestapo headquarters at Montlucon in central France.
Ms Wake was furious the TV series [later made about her life] suggested she had had a love affair with one of her fellow fighters. She was too busy killing Nazis for amorous entanglements, she said.
Nancy recalled later in life that her parachute had snagged in a tree. The French resistance fighter who freed her said he wished all trees bore “such beautiful fruit.” Nancy retorted: “Don’t give me that French shit.”"
DON’T GIVE ME THAT FRENCH SHIT.
Ms. Wake … had mixed feelings about previous cinematic efforts to portray her wartime exploits … “It was well-acted but in parts it was extremely stupid,” she said. “At one stage they had me cooking eggs and bacon to feed the men. For goodness’ sake, did the Allies parachute me into France to fry eggs and bacon for the men? There wasn’t an egg to be had for love nor money. Even if there had been why would I be frying it? I had men to do that sort of thing.”
IT GOT BETTER
Some words to use when writing things:
this is my favorite goofy pun ever, I have told it at least five times
I don’t care, fuck you
as you all know, saint patrick walked barefoot as an act of contrition, which made his feet rugged and blistered. he ate an ascetic’s diet, which made him weak and additionally gave him bad breath.
all of this made him
a super-calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis
oh my god
i know me too it was so unexpected like i was just sat in shock for ages afterwords like how omg i think i cried a bit too fucking tv shows man they ruin lives
The red wedding was big, and it hurts, and is terrible, but it puts a lot of things in the story (both to this point, and to come) into perspective. Firstly, there are consequences when you’re in charge. You can’t just live your life when you’re king, or the president, or the CEO of the company. You have to do what’s right by the people you lead, and that isn’t always what’s right by you. The reason this is an important lesson in aSoIaF is because almost every leader in Westeros is doing their job poorly, and Robb should be a red flag to them all.
Second, we spend a lot of time in Westeros not knowing where a lot of people stand. The Red Wedding clears a lot of that up, and the North remembers. This is Vital, and believe me, is very relevant.
Third, It actually opens a lot of possibilities. Most importantly, something they left out of the show, and something that I PRAY TO GOD isn’t left out for good. While Robb was at Riverrun, he wrote a letter to Jon. As king, and specifically, King of the North, he took a couple liberties with this letter. Firstly, he named him. He gave him the Stark name, and granted him Winterfell. Now, we all know men of the black can hold no lands nor titles, so the second part, and perhaps the most important part of the letter was terminating his service to the Night’s Watch (an unprecedented act, mostly because it’s universally agreed that service to the Night’s Watch is until death.) Now. This letter, in King Robb’s hand, leaves Jon king of the north, if that letter ever gets to him. Lucky us, if Robb would have left it with anybody, he would have left it with the very most trustworthy person in the whole damn entirety of Westeros. Blackfish, who vanished at the wedding.
Sorry for the book spoilers, but I figure they’re not actually spoilers, because you’re already at that part, they just left it out of the show.
Again, RW is our bane. There was a going theory that the Starks were all being groomed for various positions on the King’s Council. Robb as king, Jon is being groomed as a leader of an Army, Bran is learning about his powers (High Mage was once a position on the council, before magic died with the dragons), Arya is picking up the skills necessary to be a master of whisperers, Sansa is learning to be Master of Coin (sorry, mild spoiler), and I can’t even talk about my THEORIES regarding Rickon. I don’t want anyone to murder me.
The Red Wedding ended the dream of a Stark regime, and that hurts, a lot.
All I can say, is go read the damn books.