sheldrake

Politician slash

Interesting article in today's Observer, about Stephen Frears' new film, The Deal, which is about the relationship between Tony Blair and Gordon Brown. Ooh, the intrigue!

Given the current disclosure of intimate emails and the level of semantic quibbling about the Government's veracity, I wonder if he had any qualms about producing a knowingly fictional version of real events. Was he worried about the boundaries between truth and rumour? 'In this kind of thing,' he says, with some certainty, 'you just have to draw your own line, trust your own judgment or else you would go mad.'

Blair/Brown/Mandelson - my new OT3.

( Boring )

On Thursday last, I (along with several others) was pleased to dine at the residence of the redoubtable clara_swift and family, where I witnessed the remarkable ability of the younger Master Swift to turn his ears inside out, so resembling those of an elf. We later played parlour games, and I failed miserably at a fiendish amusement in which the players are required to match famous actors up according to the moving pictures in which they have acted together. (This despite the kind efforts of the elder Master Swift and the lovely Miss Swift, who read out the answers to me from under the table). My team, however, later proved the victors when it came to Trivial Pursuit (children's version). Indeed, the Swifts are most excellent hosts, and I must thank them for a very delightful evening.

Then, just yesterday, it was my pleasure to receive into my humble abode the ever-charming lobelia321, along with the elder Master Sackville-Baggins. We lunched on the patio, due to the clemency of the weather, and the conversation proved lively and amusing. Later, we visited a famed example of local architecture, drank coffee at a rather questionable establishment, and accidentally went on an unplanned tour of the outlying areas of the town, for which example of my regrettable woolly-headedness I must once again apologise to the lady in question, whose excellent company it was my honour to entertain for the day.

[/early nineteenth century]

I have signed up for this two lines challenge thingy. Maybe this will spur me into actually finishing something. Just lately, I seem to have fallen into this trap of having an apparently brilliant-wow-genius idea, writing a page/paragraph/sentence (the actual amount written is getting increasingly smaller) and then having another brilliant-wow-genius idea, which this time is really brilliant, no it is, not like that last one which turns out, now I think about it, to be rubbish, and must therefore be abandoned in disgust. Almost all the ideas seem to be for weird historical AUs, or pointless spoofs, or hopeless origfic.

*beats up own brain*

Ah, well. Such is life. Farewell, friends. I go, with trepidation, to the word-processing application. But maybe I'll just have another cup of tea first. Or, I need to make some icons. And there's some ironing that needs doing...

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

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! )

I wrote a whole load of stuff in here already, but forget that because Orlando was on Graham Norton!

*dies of squee*

[I paraphrase, as did not have the sense to tape it]:
Graham: You haven't really had many romantic roles up until now, have you?
Orli: No, I've pretty much concentrated on the, er, all-boy action...
Graham: ...all-boy action, yes - I thought I'd seen you somewhere before...

That noise, ladies and gentlemen, was the sound of a hundred tiny little slash-fairies exploding high above you in the treetops. (Because that's what happens, obviously).

And: talked about kissing!
And: flaunted the forelock!
And: Camp Johnny!

Yes, I am easily pleased.

And that was my in-depth review. Hope you enjoyed it.

How much am I loving Servants? A lot much, that's how much. (I just watched the episode I taped the other night). It's just so... cheering. And slashy. Yes, currently shipping George/William. Also Jarvis/Krauss. So there. Also, my mum thought George was Dom. Or, as she knows him, 'someone from Lord of the Rings'.

Right, carry on.

Ugh. Accidentally downed a whole bottle of Jacob's Creek last night. I only meant to have a glass or two, but I suddenly realised I'd just cried constantly through two Sex and the City repeats, and was gesturing wildly at the people on that Perfect Match programme, and shouting things like, "No, no don't pick him you idiots, he's a Telegraph reader. Ashley reads the Guardian, remember? He won't like him! Go for Graham, he's gorgeous..." Don't feel very well today.

Bumped into the Other Ipswich Slasher in town yesterday. We spoke of Ewan and of Bean and of Justin Timberlake and then I insulted Leonardo DiCaprio, and she looked askance at my Elijah-love. In WH Smith, the guy behind the counter was wearing a blue shirt with "Ask me about Harry Potter" emblazoned across the front. "Is is true he's having an affair with Draco Malfoy?" she muttered, and we hurriedly vacated the premises.

In other news, I realise I neglected to properly welcome quailquill to LJ when she got here. But better late than never, eh? So welcome, quailquill!

*throws belated glitter and some sequins for good measure*

...I stayed up watching the Oscars until 4.30.

Oh, Andy Serkis, flashing your little anti-war poster. Love you.
Michael Moore, love you. (Well, come on - how weird would it have been if he'd just stood there and said "Um, thanks very much, bye.")
Adren Brody - haven't seen the film, but wow. Love you too, I think.

Oh, and some people (I'm looking at lobelia321 here) may be interested to know about John Rhys Davies' assertion (to Jonathan Ross) that Michael Caine apparently "looks just as good with his makeup off as with it on."

Now. Ever wondered just exactly why Clare Short decided not to resign after all. badgermonkey and I felt it was time to reveal the truth...

( Clare and Cherie - theirloveissowrong )

I found this by accident. Believe me, I wasn't looking for it. Oh, I so wasn't looking for it. I give you:

Margaret Thatcher/Baroness Young

Oh yes. I dare you to read it. Seriously, it'll make you smile, in a grim kind of way.

In other news, I've been revisiting Twin Peaks through the marvel that is other people's DVDs. Ah, Cooper and Truman. Damn fine upstanding agents of the law they were, indeed...

It's that age-old story. A working relationship that slowly grew into something deeper. Who knows how and when it began, and how long it's been going on? Who cares? Because it's real, it's true, and it's goddamn beautiful. You can see it in their body language when they're together. You can see it in their eyes when they talk about their friendship and the bond that's developed between them . You can see it when they defend one another against those who are... less understanding of what they have together. Oh yes. They are So In Love.

Come on guys. Surely you can't deny it any more. You've seen the evidence, and whatever you think about their stance on the Iraqi crisis, you've got to admit, it really is...

Geortony 4 Eva!!

<3 <3 <3