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Chelsie 2012!

I feel like this could be Chelsie’s year, I’m not sure why. But Mary/Matthew are pretty much sorted (yes I’m sure they’ll manage a little more angst but the big WILL THEY question has been answered so I don’t see how it can be dragged out much further), Branson and Sybil got together, Anna and Bates got together… Every show needs a tantalising will they/won’t they romance (IMO) so who does that leave?  Edith and Anthiny Strallan (I think this could also be a good year for Edith. Finally! She deserves a break!) and who else?  Will Fellowes go from having three strong developing romance storylines to one?  I think not! (I really really hope not!!)

So the only other candidates are… uh huh, Carson and Mrs Hughes! Plus, Fellowes MUST have picked up on how many people ship this pairing becaue Phyllis and Jim obviously know. Would Fellowes be so bold as to completely ignore so many people?

Now, I’m not saying he’ll go all out romantic with them, it wouldn’t suit the characters anyway, but I think he will give them something, perhaps a few more heart to heart chats, maybe Carson will have an excuse to hold Mrs Hughes’s hand (he held Mrs Patmore’s in Series 1!) Thinking about it, Carson/Hughes have never been given any specific story, scene, moment (except the ‘don’t tell me you’ll miss me’ scene) where it looks like Fellowes is making a concious effort to show they have feelings for each other. The only indication is the small looks they give each other now and then and that obviously is down to Jim and Phyllis. What if Fellowes never had any intention of Chelsie being anything more than platonic and what the audience keeps picking up on is just Jim and Phyllis’s interpretation of the Chelsie relationship?  Does that make sense? 

God, I started out feeling really positive and now I’m not sure :( Gah! Pretend I stopped writing after the first paragraph!

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Random Elsie Hughes story! (random story generator)

It all started when our predictably heroic hero, Elsie Hughes, woke up in a secret vineyard. It was the sixth time it had happened. Feeling exceedingly displeased, Elsie Hughes stroked a gerbil, thinking it would make her feel better (but as usual, it did not). Absolutely thrilled, she realized that her beloved storecupboard key was missing!  Immediately she called her so-called friend, Charles Carson. Elsie Hughes had known Charles Carson for (plus or minus) 200,000 years, the majority of which were eccentric ones.  Charles Carson was unique. He was clever though sometimes a little… stupid. Elsie Hughes called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

   Charles Carson picked up to a very glad Elsie Hughes. Charles Carson calmly assured her that most albino cats yawn before mating, yet spotted wolf hamsters usually explosively cringe *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Elsie Hughes.  Why was Charles Carson trying to distract Elsie Hughes?  Because he had snuck out from Elsie Hughes’s with the storecupboard key only three days prior.  It was a flamboyant little storecupboard key… how could he resist?

   It didn’t take long before Elsie Hughes got back to the subject at hand: her storecupboard key. Charles Carson sneezed. Relunctantly, Charles Carson invited her over, assuring her they’d find the storecupboard key. Elsie Hughes grabbed her canoe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Charles Carson realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the storecupboard key and he had to do it thoughtfully. He figured that if Elsie Hughes took the noise-polluting import, he had take at least eleven minutes before Elsie Hughes would get there.  But if she took the motor car?  Then Charles Carson would be barely screwed.

   Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Charles Carson was interrupted by two stupid gerbils that were lured by his storecupboard key. Charles Carson panicked; ‘Not again’, he thought. Feeling exasperated, he deftly reached for his wolverine and fearlessly stroked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent—the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the haunted thicket, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief.  That’s when he heard the motor car rolling up.  It was Elsie Hughes.


   As she pulled up, she felt a sense of urgency. She had had to make an unscheduled stop at Egg Roll King to pick up a 12-pack of potatos, so she knew she was running late.  With a apt leap, Elsie Hughes was out of the motor car and went charismatically jaunting toward Charles Carson’s front door.  Meanwhile inside,  Charles Carson was panicking.  Not thinking, he tossed the storecupboard key into a box of bananas and then slid the box behind his giraffe. Charles Carson was displeased but at least the storecupboard key was concealed.  The doorbell rang.

   ‘Come in,’ Charles Carson charismatically purred.  With a skillful push, Elsie Hughes opened the door.  ‘Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some annoying self-righteous ass in a wannabe go-fast Civic,’ she lied.  ‘It’s fine,’ Charles Carson assured her. Elsie Hughes took a seat right next to where Charles Carson had hidden the storecupboard key. Charles Carson yawned trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness.  ‘Uhh, can I get you anything?’ he blurted.  But Elsie Hughes was distracted. In a tragically predictable turn of events, Charles Carson noticed a pestering look on Elsie Hughes’s face. Elsie Hughes slowly opened her mouth to speak.

   ‘…What’s that smell?’

   Charles Carson felt a stabbing pain in his armpit when Elsie Hughes asked this.  In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the storecupboard key right by his oscillating fan. ‘Wh-what?  I don’t smell anything..!’  A lie.  A funny-smelling look started to form on Elsie Hughes’s face. She turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. ‘Th-th-those are just my grandma’s gerbils from when she used to have pet disease-carrying chipmunks.  She, uh…dropped ‘em by here earlier’. Elsie Hughes nodded with fake acknowledgement…then, before Charles Carson could react, Elsie Hughes aggressively lunged toward the box and opened it.  The storecupboard key was plainly in view.

   Elsie Hughes stared at Charles Carson for what what must’ve been five microseconds. Before the all-seeing eyes of a perpetually displeased diety, Charles Carson groped flamboyantly in Elsie Hughes’s direction, clearly desperate. Elsie Hughes grabbed the storecupboard key and bolted for the door.  It was locked. Charles Carson let out a sassy chuckle. ‘If only you hadn’t been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Elsie Hughes,’ he rebuked. Charles Carson always had been a little oafish, so Elsie Hughes knew that reconciliation was not an option; she needed to escape before Charles Carson did something crazy, like… start chucking bananas at him or something. In a tragically predictable turn of events, she gripped her storecupboard key tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

   Charles Carson looked on, blankly. ‘What the hell?  That seemed excessive.  The other door was open, you know.’ Silence from Elsie Hughes. ‘And to think, I varnished that window frame two days ago…it never ends!’ Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Elsie Hughes. ‘Oh.  You ..okay?’ Still silence. Charles Carson walked over to the window and looked down. Elsie Hughes was gone.


   Just yonder, Elsie Hughes was struggling to make her way through the bush behind Charles Carson’s place. Elsie Hughes had severely hurt her kidney during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength.  Another pack of feral gerbils suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the storecupboard key.  One by one they latched on to Elsie Hughes.  Already weakened from her injury, Elsie Hughes yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed.  The last thing she saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of gerbils running off with her storecupboard key.

   But then God came down with His plucky smile and restored Elsie Hughes’s storecupboard key. Feeling angered, God smote the gerbils for their injustice.  Then He got in His ‘modded’ Civic and zipped away with the fortitude of  half a million albino cats running from a enormous pack of Indonesian devil cats. Elsie Hughes jumped with joy when she saw this. Her storecupboard key was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in three minutes her favorite TV show,  TOWIE, was going to come on (followed immediately by ‘When legless puppies meet hand grenade’). Elsie Hughes was relieved. And so, everyone except Charles Carson and a few weapon of mass destruction-toting South American hissing sloths lived blissfully happy, forever after.

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Downton Abbey: American fans vs the Rest

Just something I have noticed and after talking to my American cousin I was wondering what others think….

American fans seems to be mostly crazy about the family/upstairs characters whilst British and fans from other countries are often more into the servants/downstairs characters’ storylines.  My cousin is obsessed with Matthew and Mary and now is all excited that Shirley MacLaine is going to be in it. She dislikes the Bates/Anna story because she thinks it is boring and barely remembers the names of any of the other downstairs characters and she says she and her friends from day one considered the show to be about the family and the servants are just supporting characters.  Most of my friends here in the UK are more interested in the servants and find the whole Matthew/Mary thing quite cliched. All my UK friends are Carson/Hughes shippers ad even those who aren’t really into DA (ie don’t watch it obsessively) still think there is a chemistry between Carson and Mrs Hughes and consider them main characters. My cousin barely registers that they are in the show! 


EDIT: I’ve had to edit because I cannot reply to my own post!  Is there more focus on the upstairs characters in US media? 

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