Firefly and Starsky & Hutch

So, Firefly. I've been urged by various people this weekend to buy it and I think I will. A trip to the big shiny HMV in the Bullring after work might be required.

I was quite overcome with Starsky and Hutch love last night, watching the Channel 4 documentary about them. The actors are so funny together - they seem like genuine good friends.

The programme also showed that scene where Hutch breaks down in tears and Starsky takes him in a passionate embrace, and the angle it's filmed from makes them look like they're snogging wildly. They talked about the homoerotic thing. Some chap -a producer I think- said that back then no one saw anything like that in S&H, apart from the small army of women writing slash about them. David Soul and Paul Michael Glaser seemed rather bemused by their recent return to popularity, and there was a hilariously awkward meeting with Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson, who were nervous and babbling. In all, the programme got me quite interested in reading some fic.

Happy anniversary, darling livejournal

Today is my 2 year lj anniversary and this is my 559th post. I'm reading Starsky and Hutch slash to celebrate - it's a funny story, and well-written too. Starsky is in hospital recovering from being temporarily dead, a teenage helper is reading him Wuthering Heights during which he keep glazing over and drifting off, and Hutch keeps appearing, like Cathy. Except he's really there, not a ghost. Moments of mutual awkwardness ensue as Starsky begins to Realise Something About Their Relationship.

eta: Oh, and then it goes slightly stream of conciousness as Hutch takes over the reading of the book, and they *both* begin to Realise Something About Their Relationship. Not quite so much fun, that bit.