Not the teen horror film, but a thought I had last night. It was a Twilight at the Museums event where we used to live, and Katy took J and A to the botanical gardens while I took K and L to the Fitzwilliam Museum. We had to queue for ages to get in, but they waited very patiently (minor proud daddy moment) and we finally got in and were given a sheet to fill in.
The first room was the armoury, full of impressive suits of armour and weapons, including a fully armoured knight on horseback with lance. (Little fact I learned today from Wikipedia while trying to enter something into True Knowledge – lance comes from the French word lancer (to throw) because it started out as a spear.)
Anyway, K saw a particular display case and said “Look, a zweihander!” Yes, a dirty great German sword from 1580 (in this case), used to attack rows of pikemen by anyone brave / foolish / drunk enough to do so, and strong enough to lift and swing the thing. The time spent listening to my patter on the MilPil (military pavilion) seems to have entered his long term memory – I’m not sure whether to be pleased or worried!
