“McAvoy likes heights. Whenever he can, and it’s not often enough, he puts on the gear and goes up a mountain. ‘You feel like you’re some medieval courier or adventurer on a mission. You’ve got ultimate purpose, you’ve got to get to there. It’s quite dangerous at times,’ he says, and then (his luvvie-ometer clearly emitting some quiet but insistent alarm) hastily clarifies the remark: ‘not because it’s exciting or anything, but just because the weather can come in and you’re on your own. I took Benedict Cumberbatch [his co-star in Starter for Ten and Atonement] up the Brecon Beacons a few weeks back. It was fucking hilarious. We started late because Benedict’s eyes are bigger than his belly, and we’d stopped in Hay-on-Wye and he saw some steak-and-kidney pie, and he had to have it: “Oh, we’ve got to stay and have some pie.” We finally started walking up this mountain, Pen-Y-Fan, at half past three. And of course the cloud came down. But I thought: I am not stopping, Ben, I am not stopping because of your bloody pie. So we kept walking and ended up with 5ft visibility. It was brilliant, though, amazing; this sheer drop, 1,000ft down, just to your left. You knew it was there but you just had to trust you wouldn’t step out into it. And then the cloud cleared for 10 minutes … I just felt I was in heaven.’”—
- James “I am not stopping because of your bloody pie” McAvoy. (via seaghostsoaring)
Yes. Yes, I pay him because I have to pay him, because he’s not like you. If I stopped paying him, he’d stop coming to work – in the limited sense of the word ‘work’ that applies to Douglas.
You ... could ... cut his pay, though.
You want me to cut Douglas’ pay.
No, I-I don’t want you to, I’m just saying you could, theoretically, split it between us. It’s not unreasonable. We do the same job. Why should he get all the pay? I mean, have you ever thought about the way I live at home?
Not – I’m delighted to say – for a single second.
Yes, well, maybe you should. I get ten pounds an hour as a Man with a Van.
Well, there’s your problem. That’s far too cheap. Last time I used one, I paid about twenty-five.
Yes, but my van’s very old and breaks down a lot, and half the time I’m not there because I’m flying an aircraft for you. The only thing I’ve got going for me is that I’m cheap. So I live in a horrible attic in a shared house where I’m the only grown-up. All the other five are students at the agricultural college. I’ve been there nine years now; that’s three generations of students. They pass me on to the next lot like a sort of friendly ghost: ‘Oh, are you living in Parkside Terrace next year? Well, listen, there’s a pilot in the attic but don’t worry, he never bothers anyone.’ I can’t afford to go out, to buy nice food. I live on toast and pasta. Sometimes, for a treat, I have a baked potato. So – just so you know – I’m not asking because I’m greedy.
The Habsburgs often have their hearts buried separately from their embalmed bodies. Many of them are kept in copper urns in Vienna’s Augustiner Church, a few streets away from the imperial crypt in the Cappuchin Church.
But Otto chose to have his heart buried in Hungary, in the Benedictine abbey where he was sent to learn Hungarian as a boy, when he was still Crown Prince.
Later, monks from the abbey followed him into exile to teach him Hungarian literature.
He returned here in the late 1980s as the first cracks appeared in the Iron Curtain.
Working with the pan-European movement, he had long campaigned against communism and worked for the re-unification of Europe.
At the service in Hungary, which was attended by Protestant and Catholic bishops and a rabbi, the monks promised to look after his heart and pray for his soul.
His two sons, Karl and Georg, carried the urn down to the crypt to be buried under a marble slab.
And one of the monks, Father Albin, had another reason for why Otto von Habsburg may have chosen Pannonhalma as a final resting place for his heart.
"Hungary never expelled him personally, and he wanted to be buried in a country which still loves him," he said.