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My New Guilty TV Pleasure – The Ministry of Time
Fed up flicking through Netflix deciding what the hell to watch? Or simply suffering from #Droughtlander? That easily recognisable condition when you’re missing #Outlander and its hunky, time-travelling hero, Jamie Fraser? Then check out The Ministry of Time (El Ministerio del Tiempo) for a fun, highly addictive time-travelling romp Spanish style with several time-travelling hunks […]
Continue readingMY Outlander Review – The Battle Joined
My favourite TV series is back (well on Amazon at least) and we’re talking grief, honour, everyday sexism and perhaps most importantly of all: is Murtagh alive? Contains SPOILERS. Droughtlander is finally over and season 3 of Outlander is back. Our intrepid lovers Jamie (Sam Heughan) and Claire (Caitriona Balfe) are separated through time and […]
Continue readingHow to survive Droughtlander – Learn Gaelic!
A language that makes even learning Russian seem easy, it’s a great way to concentrate your mind and gives you yet another excuse (if one is needed) to watch Outlander again! I’m a linguist. I enjoy learning languages. One of my favourite past times as a schoolchild was to spend my evenings learning German grammar. […]
Continue readingMY Comic Life – Outlanderish Sex, Pastries, Instagram, Queen Mum & Scotland
Stand up comedy can lead you into weird situations. Most recently, one of the weirdest has to be watching an explicit sex scene in Outlander with Jen Brister in the latter’s kitchen in preparation for our Droughtlander podcast. (We were reviewing the episode OK). To be fair, as I’ve watched that episode 30-40 times already […]
Continue readingHow to survive Droughtlander – Outlander vs Dragonfly in Amber
If you’re an Outlander geek like me (and chances are if you’re reading this you are) you can have hours of fun clocking up the differences between the novel and the TV series, trying to figure out why they did what they did and what the hell you think about it. As a rule, screen […]
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