You Know His Name…?

Because it’s Tuesday and (here, at least) it’s raining – and because I know how much you enjoyed the last Hawkeye mash-up video… have another one.

That Barton certainly gets around, doesn’t he?



Alias Hawkeye

I like back-story. I believe all characters should have one: whether it ends up on the page or the screen, or whether it stays in a notebook or in their creator’s head. Our past makes us what we are, and I tend to believe the same is true of people who are completely made-up too. (And I have the Notebooks Full Of Crazy to prove this when it comes to my own writing. Mallory had a back-story before he got anywhere near his guns…)

Anyway, I’ve been enjoying some of the fanficesque character mash-ups I’ve found on Youtube lately.

The rules seem to be pretty simple: take a character in a film, and use other films featuring the same actor to build a backstory for your choice.

Some of them are mental. Some of them are nothing short of brilliant.

Ages ago, I posted the “David’s Initiation” video I found, which sets up STAND BY ME as a prequel to THE LOST BOYS (what did I say? Brilliant) and now I’ve got a new favourite:

Everyone is Clint Barton Undercover:


How cool is that? They’re all Hawkeye!

The sound’s a bit of a shambles, but frankly, I don’t care. Bonus points for the clever use of Samuel L. Jackson there. Seriously.

So cool.

Apropos of nothing…

I’ve had a hard week. It’s been… tough.

And despite there being some very nice things happening (catching up with friends, heading to the Gemmell Awards for the first time, realising that I’m lucky enough to know some wonderful people, hearing the actual bound copies of B&F are in…) there have also been some very challenging things. However, I’ve done quite enough whining about all this sort of thing, so I thought I’d do something positive.



Yes. That’s much better, isn’t it?

With Bows On

All this talk of Katniss and Hawkeye and the Green Arrow (or “Arrow” as we’re apparently calling him now)… it’s made me nostalgic.

So much so that I went to the bow cupboard and pulled out my own kit for the first time in… well, ages. I do bang on about longbows, but I’m a recurve archer too – I learned on a recurve, and I still have one. 

It’s been a while since I shot – given that young children and archery fields aren’t the best mix – and it took me longer than it should have to remember which way up the bow limbs were supposed to go, which way up the sight went, which way up the string went, how the flipping bow-stringer works (one of the reasons I switched primarily to longbow was the simplicity of putting the bow up. Recurves are… more demanding. Don’t even start me on compounds: they’re the divas of the archery world, requiring winching and oiling and goodness only knows what. Also, they have training wheels on them. That’s not proper archery, is it?) but finally, after much swearing and head-scratching, here’s my recurve:

Being a medievalist through-and-through, my bows have all had names. It’s the done thing in medieval literature, so it was natural I applied it to my own arsenal. The bow in the pictures above is Mordred. With a draw weight of 32lbs, he’s heavier than my first bow: a lightweight recurve which only needed something like 25lbs of pull to bring her to full draw. She was a lady, delicate and dainty. She behaved.

Guinevere, spring 2006

With marvellous disregard for any Arthurian literature I’ve ever read, I nicknamed her Guinevere.

The heavier draw weight meant I could move up to longer targets – but that was when I started to fall in love with longbows.

Shooting longbow is a completely different experience to recurve. You don’t have any of the aids a modern bow uses (I stopped with a basic pin sight, and an arrow rest with a button that pushed the arrow into a better position, but you can put stabiliser bars, weights… all kinds of kit onto the limbs of a bow to improve your shooting) and it’s incredibly disorientating when you switch from having an arrow rest and a sight… to having to balance the arrow on the edge of your hand and sight by eye.

Longbow shooting is also fast: because you don’t have a sight, there’s nothing to adjust – you look down the shaft of the arrow, place it on a marker that you think will guide your aim… and you shoot.

Every tournament begins with a round of 6 arrows called “sighters” which don’t count towards scoring: they’re used to help calibrate sights, or in the case of longbows, to find a marker.

God help you if your perfect marker is a tree branch: you wouldn’t believe how much they move…

Longbow archers tend to be more sociable at a shoot: with no sights, and wooden arrows which are more likely to be affected by wind, they spend the majority of it picking arrows out of the ground. As their kit is quick to put up, they spend a lot of time hanging around, particularly when there are also compound archers (who take a lot longer to shoot) involves. It might be just my experience, but many of them are incredibly knowledgeable when it comes to the history of archery and the longbow in particular.

The longbow archers at my old club were also apocalyptically sweary: I think they took pride in channelling the spirit of Agincourt… as well they should be. Getting to shoot the longbow over in France, on part of the Agincourt battlefield, was pretty special, and something I won’t forget in a hurry.

And archery does seem to be having a bit of a moment: between Katniss and the launch of the CW’s new Green Arrow vehicle, Arrow – not to mention Hawkeye, hopefully there’ll be a whole new batch of baby archers stepping up to the line soon…

I hope so.