James Marsters' team has embraced the new FaceBook Timeline, and in this case I really approve. There are tons of pictures I hadn't seen before and some interviews I knew nothing about. I like this one, for instance, from back in S2 (1997) which shows Dru was always Spike's sire:

( Cut for a couple of lengthy interviews )

I seem to be swamped with Stuff To Do right now.

First, many thanks to the kind people who sent me vgifts (Maia and Slaymesoftly), ecards and LJ posts of birthday wishes. I am trying to reply in person to each one, but please forgive me if I've missed you so far.

I had a lovely day yesterday - I visited oxfordia during the day and, though the lovely Miss G was ( Read more... )

Actually it was rather a lot of James. This is Not a Bad Thing.

But as it's late and I'm knackered, just a couple of quick photos. It was a lovely day, with great, like-minded people, old friends and new. And I was in the front row, so there was lots of Teh Pretteh to stare at.


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I found this on YouTube - and it has one of James's own songs as the track, with the most gorgeous dirty snigger in it. The creator is one "PBnJStuff" - I know no more, but it's a good piece of work, worth sharing.

Yes, it's kinda hot. *g*

Click to view

It’s taken me a few days to get my head together and sort out my photos. Here at last, though, is my attempt at reporting on the JM “Love Hearts” event in Notting Hill

( My hotel )

I have a shiny DVD here, sent by the wonderful hesadevil. It contains
High Plains Invaders. Lovely Cowboy!James with aliens and B-movie silliness!

It won't play. Colour me distraught. Can anybody help me, pretty please ( Read more... )

This is based on my notes about what James and Gareth said in the specifically drama-technique section of the day, which is what I was most looking forward to. It’s not complete by any means, as I was just too absorbed by some of it to take notes consistently.

Oh, I might have been distracted by some pretty as well...

( Detail with a drama teacher's slant on it. And pics. Just click. )

I woke a little later on Sunday, not exactly surprisingly, packed up and staggered the quarter-mile to F’s flat, where I was able to leave my bags. And just possibly show off a certain photograph. I may have had a goofy smile on my face at the time, but if challenged I’ll deny it. I gave F some post from home and a copy of her tenancy agreement, ( Read more... )

Saturday morning - more fun with TV buttons so I could do my usual trick of slipping in and out of sleep with John Humphrys. Then I performed the useful job of acting as a back-up alarm clock for my daughter, F, and met her, barely any minutes late, at the corner of the Hampstead Road, equidistant between her flat and my hotel. We headed down to ( Read more... )

Actually, an evening plus a day. So I'll break it into more than one post, so there's room for a few pictures or so...

I’m very fortunate that I don’t teach last two lessons on a Friday this year, so after a slightly fraught Year 9 lesson in which three groups rehearsed their own interpretation of the first chapter of Waugh’s Decline and Fall - ( Read more... )