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Shallow? I'm not shallow.
Aug. 22nd, 2003 09:07 pmLupin has a moustache in the film? Damn. *cries*
I hate moustaches. Apart from the one Daniel Day-Lewis wore in Gangs of New York. That was a good one, and on him it was sexy (that's the first time ever I've thought that facial hair was attractive), but Lupin's mustache, Lord help me, looks small and bristly and ginger and deeply unsexy, and I fear I'll never be able to love it.
But apart from the moustache shock, it's been a good day. I got some lovely feedback in my inbox this morning, which made me happy. Various complicated things at work were sorted out and now we have a very rough (but at least we have one) time-scale for all the writing we have to do. At last, a plan!
I got on with my Remus/Sirius fest story on the train home, despite being coughed on by Coughing Man. Honestly, I could feel the wind of his passage, it was awful. The seats were shaking, people's hats were flying off, small children rolling down the aisle like tumbleweeds. Luckily he got off at Oxford to go and spread some more germs around in the fresh air.
So, tonight I am drinking wine, thinking about doing some typing up of stories, and pottering about online, and defintely not thinking about moustaches.
I hate moustaches. Apart from the one Daniel Day-Lewis wore in Gangs of New York. That was a good one, and on him it was sexy (that's the first time ever I've thought that facial hair was attractive), but Lupin's mustache, Lord help me, looks small and bristly and ginger and deeply unsexy, and I fear I'll never be able to love it.
But apart from the moustache shock, it's been a good day. I got some lovely feedback in my inbox this morning, which made me happy. Various complicated things at work were sorted out and now we have a very rough (but at least we have one) time-scale for all the writing we have to do. At last, a plan!
I got on with my Remus/Sirius fest story on the train home, despite being coughed on by Coughing Man. Honestly, I could feel the wind of his passage, it was awful. The seats were shaking, people's hats were flying off, small children rolling down the aisle like tumbleweeds. Luckily he got off at Oxford to go and spread some more germs around in the fresh air.
So, tonight I am drinking wine, thinking about doing some typing up of stories, and pottering about online, and defintely not thinking about moustaches.