Am sitting here with Leonard Cohen on the stereo, sipping from a Darth Vader head filled with hot chocolate, Baileys and whipped cream, stomach filled with a delicious meal of sausage and mash and fresh from a relaxing bath with scenty-good Lush products. Combined with the fact that I spent all day watching the second season of SG1 and making fun ( Read more... )

If you listen real hard, you may be able to hear my blood singing. And what is it singing, you ask? Why, the Ballad of Jayne. And why should my blood, more notable for carrying oxygen to my body parts than for harbouring any musical attributes, be singing in such a jaunty fashion? Because I am going to see Serenity tomorrow. Seriously, I don't ( Read more... )