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Today at work, I was attacked by the evil spirit of slash.

I present:

Potato-Farming Expert RPS

Title: Aphid Attacks Hot Up
Fandom: Agricultural Journalism
Pairing: Michael Tait/Richard Harrington/Our Reporter
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This never happened. I do not know Mr Tait or Dr Harrington. This is amateur fiction. Very amateur fiction. I am making no money from it, unless you count the pittance they paid me to key the article in before I started messing with it. Parts of this were written by some faceless press officer with no knowledge of punctuation. I stole those bits.
Warnings: Reference to oilseed rape. Spoilers for the national aphid monitoring scheme. Really bad.
Notes: Our reporter is an original fictional character. We don't have any reporters.

( Potato blight is hot! )

Went to see the trailer for the pirate film last night. Er, I mean Charlie's Angels. No, I enjoyed the Angels greatly; they were tres sexy et amusing. It's just... the pirates...

What was I saying? Oh yeah. So, I thought I behaved perfectly normally, but clara_swift somehow gives me the impression that perhaps I was a little over-enthusiastic about the pirate film trailer. Pirate... film... Pirates...

Yeah. Anyway. Not quite lobelia321 standard perhaps, but I fear I am on that slippery slope. We shall draw a veil over it. After that we went to the incomparable 'Old Orleans' theme pub handily situated next to the cinema for people still recovering from the combined effects of Pirates and Angels. Pirates... Er. And then clara_swift and I wittered on about slash till closing time, leaving our hapless companions to chat amongst themselves.

Pirates...

I'm reading The Changeover by Margaret Mahy, which I first read when I was about twelve, hiding in the school library at lunchtime because I hated everyone in the school and they hated me. Which simplified things. Anyway. Let me say, this book knocks Harry Potter into a cocked hat. Read it. Oh, Sorenson Carlisle...

... and Pirates, obviously