Thursday

A few things of interest as I pootled round LJ this morning:

An LJ photo hosting service! Looks v cool. It's very red.

In hp_britglish, lexin asks for things that give away that the writer isn't British

A charming and funny untitled Good Omens fic by lovelyzelda.

Other things

I've been watching The Long Firm, a 4 part series set in the sixties about a queer, increasingly mentally unbalanced East End gangster with a passion for Judy Garland. It's unremittingly grim. You might the think the Judy Garland thing would be played for a bit of humour, but it isn't - he gets to meet her and she's a wreck, plied with booze and drugs by hangers on. He sees her on stage, where she gets boo'ed off and pelted with bread rolls by the audience.  Despite the grimness, or maybe because of it, it's compulsive viewing. The acting is uniformly wonderful, especially Mark Strong as Harry Starks, the main character. There's something about him that's just ultra masculine. And he has amazingly beautiful hands. I guess this is where the shallow lust creeps in.

I finally found a copy of The Fall of the Kings by Ellen Kushner and Delia Sherman - in Forbidden Planet in Birmingham. I've been looking forward to reading it so much because I loved Swordspoint. I don't think this one is as good though, from reading the first few chapters.

Also, postcard squee! partly on my own behalf from being organised - I sent of the final batch this morning, and what a fine set they were:) I also got a postcard from daegaer showing the Dali museum and the large shiny eggs that decorate its rooftops.

The Asphyx

Last night I did a google search for 'soul trapped under car park'.

One of the results on the first page was: Framlingham  - the jewel of Suffolk. Now, I know these small towns can be a bit suffocating, but I pity the poor people of Framlingham ...

The reason for the search was that neither me or Mr Lux could remember the title of a particular film. It featured a man who ended up with his soul trapped in a safe, which over time became buried under a large modern building.  I eventually found it through IMDB and a vague notion that it featured Robert Powell.  Of course you all know the film I'm talking about.  The Asphyx!  We both remember it as being one of the most chilling films we ever saw as children, especially the moment when Robert Stephens (who plays the man with his soul trapped under a car park) turns round at the end to reveal - really really bad 'old age' make-up.