We also had a trip down to Brighton for my friends' civil partnership ceremony, which was great and included people singing Jaques Brel at the reception! While he might not write the cheeriest songs, they do pack a certain punch when bellowed from the stage of a small bar. There were also some of the best chocolate brownies I've ever tasted - so sticky that it seemed like they'd bee dipped in molasses. Diversions included Victorian parlour games and a fake seance that mostly seemed to involve chanting 'oogabooga!' The World Horror Convention was taking place at the same time, with Neil Gaiman as surprise guest I later discovered! But neither of us felt justified in shelling out all that cash for tickets so we didn't go.
I wore an gorgeous dress that I got from ebay - it's a copy of a copy of a 1950s design from Vivien of Holloway. I have all consuming lust for all their dresses.
The day after, I took my bags and things down to the Oxford Literary Festival craft market. It was a bit of an odd do, not very well advertised and some seriously grumpy sellers... but I didn't care because my stuff sold really well! We spent a lot of time sitting in deckchairs at our stall trying to recognise the famous authors. I think I saw Germaine Greer and someone else who we were sure was on the Late Review. Strangely, famous authors are not as easy to recognise as you'd think.
I'm still writing my help_haiti story. I'm so sorry, amai_kaminari and lechymonk. I'm usually pretty good at getting things done for deadlines and I can't remember ever being this tardy with a fic. It's taken a while to get my head around writing Hakkai and Gojyo again, and figuring out what I wanted to say about them. They didn't want to comply for a long time, and were recalcitrant, and I've been forced to begin the story by pretending it's not a story at all, just a description of them waking up, brushing their teeth, having breakfast, going shopping. Along the way, I have sneaked in some plot and it seems to have worked. I'll be in touch soon with the finished story.
scribblemoose, it was really good to chat with you the other night, and I'm glad we did. *hugs*
I tried to tidy up my flist the other day, mostly removing people who don't post anymore, or who post in a language I can't read. If someone is surprised I've defriended them it's almost definitely because I made a mistake with my ticky boxes, so please let me know if that's the case.
I liked the new Dr Who a lot - I thought I'd really not enjoy Matt Smith's performance, based on the things my inner curmudgeon was saying but I really enjoyed it. Take that inner curmudgeon!
Oh the tennis. They are still so pretty, rich and super fit and kind of gay. The clay season is getting underway on Monday in Monte Carlo so I'm going to upping my posting levels to celebrate sweaty dudes covered in crushed brick dust. buckle_berry and I have been arranging our Wimbers trip, which has cheered me up hugely, and hopefully niennah will be coming down too.
the_moonmoth left a comment on a story I wrote in 2003. I looked at the date and felt strange. Seven rich and busy years of fandoms and writing have gone by since then, but I still remember Good Omens fandom with great fondness. It was where I met daegaer, after all. Although, the_moonmoth I, um, just deleted your comment by accident while futzing around in my inbox. /o\ Sorry.
Finally, there are tadpoles! One week old and creepy as hell.
( writhing tadpoles )