We have both tonight. I haven't smelled city night fog since-- I swear-- 1962, when the Grey Cup got fogged out. This was because the Grey Cup was played at Exhibition Stadium, a time I can now scarce remember. So scarcely can I remember it, I thought it was 1963, but that was Kennedy ( Read more... )

Either there are two books with a protagonist who mainlines The Seven Samurai as background to their life, or I'm hallucinating. Because the one I remember browsing years ago was about a teenaged boy in America, not a single Mum in England. Alas, the one I have is the single Mum one, and it's beginning to get up my nose, in spite of having a ( Read more... )

I-have-finished-a-fic-go-me. Not dragons. Seven Samurai. Kyuuzou (that's the swordsman)/ Katsushirou (that's the kid.) And to spare you all I've used English spelling for the names which are otherwise u-heavy.
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