To Jeanne Boleyn, for all your efforts to make wikipedia a friendly, fun, and welcoming place to all. -- Jack McNamee (talk) 23:52, 18 October 2009 (UTC)
The Random Acts of Kindness Barnstar
To Jeanne for bringing smiles to our facesAndy F (talk) 11:58, 6 March 2010 (UTC)
The Copyeditor's Barnstar
Thanks for all your efforts Bojan Talk 17:12, 14 June 2010 (UTC)
The Special Barnstar
For having by far the nicest userpage I have ever seen! :D Robster1983 (talk) 12:58, 22 July 2010 (UTC)
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This user has been on Wikipedia for 16 years, 7 months and 18 days.
I award myself the Margaret of Anjou Award for possessing the adroit ability to avoid edit-warring by the unrestrained use of diplomacy, impeccable manners, scintillating wit and charm to reach compromises
Hello, I'm Jeanne Boleyn. My real name is actually Jeanne, however most of my friends call me Jenny. (Yes, I do have friends, incredible as that may sound).
Throughout my life, I've held an odd assortment of jobs which I'll thankfully not itemise here due to the fact that I've happily forgotten most of them! I currently reside in Italy although I am not Italian. I was born in Santa Monica, California (lucky me). I am the youngest child of four. I attended Venice High School in Los Angeles (ah...El Lay, land of the flashy, rich movie star). I am, however, mostly self-educated, hold no degrees, and did not attend university. (I do not regret the latter!) I have also lived in Ireland, England, Texas, two weeks in Florida, and now Italy. I have visited Northern Ireland, Wales, Scotland, Canada, Mexico, and many American states.
My ancestry is Irish (both Southern and Northern), English, French, and German. In fact, a number of my maternal ancestors have their own articles on Wikipedia, including Adrienne Du Vivier, John Johns Trigg, Anne Bourchier, 7th Baroness Bourchier. My distant maternal cousin was Canadian hockey legend Bernie Geoffrion, also known as Boom Boom Geoffrion, and one of my direct ancestresses was a notorious La Baleine Bride. My zodiac sign is Cancer I have four children; a big, bad gold cat named Tony an affectionate, sprightly grey and white Aegean cat named Marilyn and another gold cat Ricky. I have dark green eyes, a dash of freckles across my nose, and am 5'8 tall (1.73). Currently my hair is long and dyed blue-black.
I have a penchant for black clothing, black footwear, and black nail varnish, and I own a rather large doll, photo, and book collection. My passions are disco dancing, reading, writing, photography, using the Internet, Tarot cards, studying astrology, genealogy, listening to music, watching films. I love discussions which can last far into the wee hours of the morning, travelling, and visiting ancient castles and places with a lot of atmosphere. I also enjoy going to car meets and watching Formula One on tv. I'm a fan of Michael Schumacher and Ferrari. Ironically, I do not drive a car myself. My favourite cities and towns are Venice (Italy), Taranto (Italy), Turin, Milan, Messina, Dublin, Belfast, Rome, London, Edinburgh, Tombstone (Arizona), and Taormina.
I'm a Monarchist, I believe in God and reincarnation, I am of the Anglican religion and I despise the current PC mentality as it restricts freedom of thought and smooth flow of speech. My social class is fluid, which basically means that I am intrinsically quite refined, and possess enough of the required social graces to mix easily in polite society, yet I am also street-wise, and if needs be, can find my way rather nicely around the gutter. I admit I have done so on occasion, but shall not delve further into that (Sorry but one must retain a bit of mystery, no?).
I'm also a long-standing Rolling Stones fan. Keith Richards is my personal hero, my male alter-ego, and in my opinion, the greatest rock guitarist of all time!!!
As far as Wikipedia articles are concerned, I am an inclusionist. Like Christmas presents under the tree, the more the merrier! As I'm just a wee bit opinionated (a trait I received from my Ulster forebears) I'm sure to annoy quite a few people. I shall now offer my apologies in advance. I do, however, strive to remain civil keeping only the merest trace of acid on my fingertips.
I'm a Medievalist, or to use the local lingo, a Wikimedievalist (One has to always keep abreast of the current slang to maintain one's cool, hip, with-it image).
You'll be hearing from me quite often. (Now this is an understatement, if there ever was one!!)
I prefer to use British English rather than American. I do not smoke nor do I possess any tattoos. This female also loves Vodka and Red Bull cocktails and Mexican food!!!
My nicknames include Jenny, Medusa, and Lucrezia Borgia. My pet hates also include housework, cooking, ironing, and all other kinds of boring, mundane crap that consumes my precious time on this Earth. I also hate conceit, rudeness, condescension, sarcastic people, and those who use profanity to flex their muscles in a pathetic attempt to intimidate others with their balls-out stance. The fact that I happen to use profanity to excess is neither here nor there. I cannot abide dress codes at the workplace or other stupid rules of that sort.
Don't like me? No? Oh well... c'est la vie (said with nonchalant neo-Templarian hauteur). Ciao for now!
Go with the flow, man, or else you get the sh.t kicked out of you. Just picture yourself standing in the first couple of rows at an Aerosmith concert in 1978 amidst a seething, churning, agitated mob of drunken humanity and you'll get the picture.
Occasionally one has to eat Humble Pie. Now, this is not such a bad thing, especially when it comes in the form of Steve Marriott. Yummy or more-ish as they used to say when I lived in Brighton.
In addition to the three silver rules of survival, to edit successfully at Wikipedia, one needs the courage of Richard the Lion Heart, the hide of an elephant, the patience of St. Catherine tied to her wheel, plus a decent library certainly doesn't hurt.
Let me add the caveat that my articles are not written with the purpose of offending, demonising, castigating or exonerating any group or individuals; but rather to inform readers of events that happened during this sad and bloody conflict, and the people who were involved.
Hey, if you're going to sing, then sing, don't talk. You are paid to sing and/or play a musical instrument, not pontificate. We didn't hear The Big Bopper preach politics on stage before he sang Chantilly Lace, Mick Jagger didn't fire off a spitting tirade against President Richard Nixon; and we didn't have to suffer through Freddie and the Dreamers doing a Talleyrand routine when they performed I'm Telling You Now on the Ed Sullivan Show. You could have chosen to charm the bouncer into letting you through the front door into the rarified world of politics; instead you opted to enter by the back door, in the guise of a rock star, cherishing the hope that it would prove a launching pad on your rocket trip to power. You are, however, destined to be absolutely and utterly disappointed as you're never, ever going to be Tony Blair. Accept it, shut up, and get over it.
Jeanne receiving a corny come-on lineGotcha! My dance floor stalker caught in the act. You can see his hand reaching out to touch me, although I am hidden from view
"Can our tongues take a sleigh ride together?" - romantic French guy
"Do you want to meet George Harrison?" - J., a Hare Krishna guy, who was originally a Lowrider from East LA
"Come on, come on make love to meeeee" - Guy in my street in West LA as he squeezes his crotch. I was only 13 at the time. Hornball.
"I'm Jesus Christ. Come home and sup with me, otherwise you will be damned for all eternity" - Guy at Venice Beach,
"Your first lover should be a Capricorn" - New Yorker by the name of Dennis doing my chart in Hollywood. (He just happened to be a Caprickorn!!!) I was 14 at the time. Hornball.
"Do you want to meet Mick Jagger?" - English guy on #91S R.T.D. bus as it barrelled along Sunset Boulevard
"Hey, like I really dig you a lot. Do you want to come over to my pad?" - Kenny K., a classmate at Venice High School
"Wow! Like totally radical, you remind me exactly of Cher" - Surfer Chris Bigg
"You'll have to sleep at my house because the lights on my car don't work and I don't want to get busted by the cops for driving seven miles without them." - Max Lazer, glam punk singer
"You remind me of Cher" - Kev T., English guy on train from Canterbury to Brighton
"Are you from Pasadena?" - English guy at LA disco, 1980 (My reply to him: "No, and I don't drive a Litle Douce Coupe either")
"Why don't we go out to my car and make love?" - guy into whose arms I fell at a Boomtown Rats concert, Los Angeles, 1980
"You moight as well screw me, as you'll end up screwing someone just loike me in Dooblin" - Dubliner Dave Clarke in a crowded Brighton pub
"Do you want to meet Bob Geldof?" - Dave Clarke (see above)
"You can't let me go home with a bleedin' bugle loike this!!!!! What will Grainne (his girlfriend and my boss) say?" - Victor Miles, at my grotty Rathmines flat
"Do you screw?" - Guy at Dublin disco
"Oi suppose a roide's outta da question?" - Drunken Dubliner at the American Erection
"Ye remeyend me of the sohng the Blahck Rohse (English translation: You remind me of the song the Black Rose)" - Jumbo S., my drunken flatmate from Omagh, as he clumsily attempts to pull me down onto his single bed
"Has anybody ever told you you've got really sexy eyes?" - Danny W., English guy I worked with at the American Erection in Dublin
"Do you want a lift? We can get you there a lot quicker!" - A group of British squaddies in a landrover outside Lisburn, Northern Ireland, 1986 (Yeah, right!)
"Ye're gonna giet the screwin' of a laayyyyiiiiifetiiiiime (translation: You're going to receive the screwing of a lifetime)" - Steve H., a guy from Ballymurphy, West Belfast, 1986
"I truly love my girlfriend, but I want to f..k you" - Damiano, a Sicilian guy in 1988 as he pats his crotch
"I have genital herpes. Gotta problem with that?" - American sailor in Sicily, 1988
"I have been dreaming of you for the past nine months" - Sicilian man in 1988
"Wanna go out to mah truuuuuuuuuuuck?" - Jeff H., a Texan Brad Pitt-lookalike just outside Paris, Texas, 1993
"You remind me of Cher" - Irish bus driver, 2001
"You need a man tonight" - Middle-aged Mancunian, 2002
"I want to penetrate you with my eyes" - Italian man, 2009
I support the prudent application of the death penalty
I strongly opposedomestic violence, rape, and child abuse. (And if more people opposed these living nightmares they would not occur with such frequency!)
I oppose the findings of the Warren Commission into the assassination of John F. Kennedy and I firmly believe that Lee Harvey Oswalddid not act alone, and was instead part of a larger conspiracy. (No, I will not state my opinion as to the identity of the conspirators although I do have my own theory)
I oppose attacks against all organised religions. A person is free to be an atheist if he or she chooses, but don't knock people who believe in God, Allah, Jesus, or Buddha.
I support free health care for everybody
I oppose the burning of flags in public, and catcalling at stadiums during the playing of national anthems.
I STRONGLY CONDEMN the terrorist attacks which are still going on at this moment in Bombay, and I offer my condolences to the families of the dead and injured.
I STRONGLY OPPOSE the sentence of execution laid upon Tariq Aziz. Why does he have to die?
I STRONGLY OPPOSE the lapidation of Sakineh Mohammadi Ashtiani. We are living in the 21st century, not the Stone Age!! Her life must be spared!
I ABSOLUTELY CONDEMN the Moscow Airport bombing and wish to extend my deepest sympathy to the families of the dead and injured.
I TOTALLY AND VIGOROUSLY CONDEMN the barbaric slaughter of those magnificent tigers, lions and bears in Ohio. As usual, animals have to pay the price of human ignorance. Couldn't the morons have used a tranquiliser gun instead of destroying the beautiful, splendid creatures?
I adamantly oppose the wanton demolition of all the priceless Victorian and Edwardian buildings in Belfast-one of my favourite cities of which I have so many pleasant memories. It was bad enough the planners wiped out Sailortown, Pound Loney and so much of Sandy Row, the Shankill and Falls. Do they have to obliterate the City Centre as well?!!!!
Hit-and-run editors who often make their appearance at a given article and can undo the work of months in a matter of minutes sans prior discussion or consensus
Censorship
The recent spate of files being deleted at Commons with no sign of slowing down. This bodes ill for the quality of Wikipedia articles. In the future, will landscape photographs have to be copyrighted to God?
Pending changes on BLPs
Rude, cocky, balls-out editors who adopt a "my way or the highway" approach to collaborative editing
My dear cousin Jack Rorke, and his son Michael, taken in Vietnam, 1967
In loving memory of my cousin Jack Rorke, and his son Michael. May you both rest in peace and forget the ugly and undeserved cruelty that beastial mankind foisted upon you both in the decade when everybody should have been having fun.
Should anyone wish to contact me, they may do so here at my E-Mail address: jeannegriffin@hotmail.it I'll keep everything said to me in the strictest confidence, and while I do welcome frank comments, be they critical or otherwise, I shall only reply to those with Wikipedia user names, anonymous IP's or cranks will be ignored. I can also be reached at Twitter: @JeanneGriffin3
My user page and related talk page are proof in themselves that parallel time does indeed exist and was not merely a figment of Dan Curtis's imagination. On my pages, in various co-existing dimensions, the inhabitants of Naxos, Sicily have not yet been massacred by the army of Dionysius of Syracuse; Jesus, Dismas, and Gestus are drinking to their mutual health from a cup of vinegar; the Magna Carta is waiting for the royal signature, thus King John of England is happily walling people up and plucking out eyes; Charles d'Albret is arrogantly placing the visored-helmet upon his head as he disdainfully surveys the bedraggled troops of Henry V fine-tuning their longbows before the Battle of Agincourt; Margaret of Anjou is carefully selecting the man who will father her legitimate son, Edward of Westminster ("Butler or Beaufort, who shall it be? Oh, decisions, decisions"); Leonardo Da Vinci is painting a nervous Cecilia Gallerani (Hope that fu..ing ermine doesn't pee on my new Roberto Cavalli dress!"); Queen Anne Boleyn has not yet lost her head; the Spanish Armada is still a resplendant forest of oak; Lee Harvey Oswald is selecting curtain rods at a hardware shop in Irving, Texas; Brian Jones plays sitar for the Rolling Stones as (Ed Sullivan frowns in consternation); Jim Morrison cycles along Pacific Avenue; and user Jeanne Boleyn is seated (under dreaming spires) on Venice High School's quad which is an Aunt Ruby's quilt of various shades of lush emerald green grass; her long flowing hair iridescent with sparkling rainbow-winks of glitter, long coltish legs in their wide flared jeans crossed Indian-style, is giving free astrology lessons, and discussing with Tom W., Eric M. and Patsy G. the merits of David Bowie's latest album.
In no particular order (thus no offense is given-therefore, none should be taken):
GoodDay, for bringing out the wild and zany side of my character which I thought had sunk back in 1912 along with the Titanic
Big Dunc, for his constant help and advice which he has tirelessly given me ever since I crashed-landed at Wikipedia in April 2008 with all the finesse of a meteorite
Jack Forbes, another kind and humourous gentleman
Sarah777, for defending me against a trollish attack
High King, for saying that I looked like Chrissie Hynde in one of my photos (Jim Kerr is not my cuppa tea, however)
Daicaregos, for being a nice guy; helping me with the Sibyl de Neufmarché article; politely correcting me on my Maud de Braose article as well as accurately noting my Goth tendencies
Boleyn, for our mutual collaboration on Tudor-related articles
PKM, for providing me with an image of Agnes Keith
QP10qp, for his cultured wit, sage advice, and help on Charlotte de Sauve
Joegoodfriend, for his constant defence of poor little me against the omnipotent force of the Oswald acted alone crowd
Frania W, for her charm, praise, style, and élan français
AndyF, a very nice guy with a sense of humour (a characteristic rarely found in Wikipedians)
Sal73, for our work together on Sicilian articles
Daaviiid, another medievalist is bound to find favour with me
Nick19thind, for awarding me a barnstar for my work on fashion articles
Henry V, for his sheer determination, politeness, and the proof that there does exist on this planet another human being as obsessive as I am
Jack1755, for his wit, intelligence, politeness, and knowledge of history which is awe-inspiring
Attilios, for his help on Italian-related articles
DayTrivia, for her many articles which she has created on historical personages
Millbanks, a nice, decent chap even though we'll never see eye to eye on the European Union-Sorry!
Keresaspa for all his help on Troubles-related articles
Last but certainly not least, I need to mention Titch Tucker who has gone away, but has not, nor will he ever be, forgotten. A million thank-yous for your many acts of kindness, and sharing with us at Wikipedia, your gentle soul
Henry VIII and his six wives, including Anne Boleyn, were a myth; they never existed (Scream!)
The Rolling Stones mimed all their live performances (Scream!)
Internet and Wikipedia have not been invented yet, my only sources of entertainment are crappy TV sit-coms (Scream!)
I switch on KMET (a little bit of heaven, 94.7), and the Peter Frampton song Show Me The Way is playing over and over and over......(Scream!)
I open my wardrobe only to discover that all I've got to wear are high-waisted, flared jeans, wrinkly, knee-length skirts, horrible striped jumpers, rust-coloured t-shirts, and platform espadrilles (Scream!)
I look into the mirror to find that my hair is its natural colour of dark brown and parted in the middle (Scream!)
I am still in high school, so I walk down to Venice Boulevard and I catch the #75 Rapid Transit District (RTD) bus to Venice High School where I am forced to fight off the amorous advances of surfer Chris Biggs (Scream!)
My maternal grandmother, Frances Carolyn Parsley (24 December 1884-25 September 1920). An interesting bit of trivia: She died in Commerce Street, Dallas; and is buried in the same cemetery as Lee Harvey OswaldMy paternal grandfather, Maurice Michael Griffin (15 April 1862- 1908) and his sister, Mary
Hi Jeanne, I see you have resurrected an image for use in a few UDR based articles and you have used differing text to describe them. I hope you do not mind, but I have amended the text on them to reflect the content better. There is no indication of the date of the photograph so the long hair must indicate the fashion at the time. The UDR soldiers were civilians most of the time and had to live among the community they served. If they had had strict military short hair cuts, they would have stood out more thus endangering their personal safety. Gavin Lisburn (talk) 22:47, 3 March 2011 (UTC)
I noticed on Asarlaí's talk page that you intend to make a page on the 5th of June 1976 Coleraine bar attack, I commend your efforts and please notify me when it is created.
Beannacht!
Boundarylayer (talk) 00:16, 28 November 2011 (UTC)
A fact from the article [[Bianca Riario Janet Beaton ]], which this user created or significantly contributed to, has been featured in the Did you know... section on the Main Page.
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