Random things of note:

*** Clearly I must be the only person in the world who is completely unmoved and unimpressed and frequently bored by the new Joseph Arthur double album, Redemption City. Or so it would seem from the plethora of retweets. Seriously contemplating unfollowing him until the next album comes out. Problem is then I may not know ( Read more... )

So last night was awesome. I don't know what I expected, probably nothing for once. I was just happy that I'd get to see xeyr and shaula82.

( ... we fell ... )

I do make the most extraordinary sounds when reading The Scarlet Pimpernel.

It's quite alarming, really.

Gad, Leslie Howard as Percy Blakeney does sinful things to my insides ... that scene by the fireplace ... the subtle changes of his expression, the way he moves closer to her and closer and then leans in and unf. And the way he turns away and the whole room opens up. 'ods teeth but that's great camera work.

(  ... anti-Nazi subtext wahey! )

So I was kinda impetuous yesterday morning and ordered the new Gary Numan album, Dead Son Rising, from the UK because fuck me but I couldn't find a listing in any of my usual stores, online or otherwise. And argh, nuff moaning, I had to have it nao. I just can't believe they wouldn't let me download it as well. Or at least give me the option to buy ( Read more... )

*sigh* Don't want to go to work today. It's all chill and grey today, the sunshine trapped in the silver air, and I want to huddle under the warm quilts and read some of my Pamela Travers' What The Bee Knows, then alternate with Regarding 'Jane Eyre', and go back to writing my own novel.

( ... deep inside ... )

So I just finished one of the big scenes in the novel.

Only took me all day. Like, really, I'm not kidding. ( ... if you're in need ... )

And finally, Montgomery Clift: A Biography by Patricia Bosworth.

If you read any biography of Montgomery Clift, read this one. The rest don't matter.

( ... you'll remember me somehow ... )

Oh, and that Loretta Chase. Silk Is For Seduction.

( ... round and round ... )

Right. So I gave up on Villette. For now. I'll go back to it, oh yes I will, when loins are properly girded and shoulders squared and jaw gritted, etc.

Instead I gave myself permission to read Meredith Duran's latest novel. Which, you know, I've only been bleating about for several months now.

( ... all over me ... )