Sometimes I do stuff. Conventions. Theatre trips. Football. Drinking fraps at Starbucks. When I'm not asleep I'm usually wishing I was, and I also watch a lot of tv, both the good stuff and the completely trashy.
Yorkshire Tea: Are you a miffy (milk in first) or a tiffy (tea in first)? Louis: Uh, milk first, miffy, I guess. x
I am a terrible Brit because I hate tea, but as far as I’m concerned only crazy people put the milk in first. How are you supposed to accurately judge the strength if you put the tea in after the milk?! When I make it for Mam, I only know when to stop pouring the milk when the tea has gone the right colour, I wouldn’t have a clue how much to use if I was pouring the milk in first.
Actually, the photographs are spaced ten years apart, not sixteen.
1912 to 1922.
The young, homeless (but no less dapper) wanderer shown in the first survived the sinking of the Titanic and swam to the shores of West Egg. There he built a life and a large, empty house, in an effort to win the heart of the wealthy, upper class woman he’d fallen in love with a decade earlier and had been separated from against his will.
He shed his earlier identity, and changed his name to reflect his new station. Jack was now known as Jay Gatsby, the eccentric millionaire who threw parties every night in the hopes that one day his love would show up and spin with him as they had long ago in the dance hall of the lower decks.