No pub quiz, alas!
sheafrotherdon and I joked a bit about London reactions to crises and hardships and such and I realise now that during the War the Marauders (I want to say Sirius, but I think all of them, even James and Lily, pre-pregnancy) would have been more likely down the pub discussing quidditch scores, playing some wizarding equivalent of darts and taking the piss out of some Ministry figure* than holed up at home having an angst-fest. In fact the image I can't get out of my head is Sirius basking at one of those riverside pubs at Hammersmith, watching the sun set and the lights coming on underneath the bridge, making everything green and beautiful.
*lots of sex optional fanfic extra.
Of course, then people close would start getting hurt and things would change. The veneer would drop a bit but for the most part it would all be tea and hobnobs (actually great. possess all necessary 'up' chemicals). Until OMG Crisis! And it makes so much sense that you can only laugh in a situation like that rather than cry. Crying is not on the emotional map.
Anyway, the pub is where I wanted to be this evening but I thought transport would still be too precarious. Sunset was an interesting haze of red though. Pretty in an unusual way.
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Think I scared the crap out of my mother this morning.
"Hi, it's me."
"Oh, hi."
"I just wanted to ring to say I'm ok."
"Oh, that's good. How's the weather?"
"Umm, have you not seen the bomb news?"
"I've been in bed reading" (a bit uneasy at mention of 'bomb')
"Oh, well there were some pretty major bombs here, very near my university."
"Oh. Well I haven't had the tv on."
"Well, I'm ok, and I wanted to let you know before you saw the news."
"Oh."
"But I have to go now because I'm not calling on a card."
"Oh, ok. Thanks for calling. I love you."
"Bye. Me too."
And now I await the phone call from dad, who I knew would have been asleep already this morning (my time).
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I love the House and Wilson relationship. It's complicated, it has depth and, because it is easy on the eye, it is nicely slashable. But that scene in Kids where they are discussing the job applicant? SO gay even if they're not sleeping with anyone (or women shock! horror!).
House: Did you see her shoes?
Wilson: Her shoes? What, did your horoscope in Vogue tell you to avoid women wearing green shoes?
House: The eyes can mislead, the smile can lie, but the shoes always tell the truth.
Wilson: They were Prada. It means she has good taste.
House: They were not Prada. You wouldn’t know Prada if one stepped on your scrotum.
I don't even have to close my eyes to hear Carson catting out "They were not Prada."
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I forgot to say that I have loved and continue to love this Archbishop of Canterbury. I have oft-thought it would be neat to become an Anglican just to have him as a spiritual leader. That his name is Rowan delights me for some reason
*lots of sex optional fanfic extra.
Of course, then people close would start getting hurt and things would change. The veneer would drop a bit but for the most part it would all be tea and hobnobs (actually great. possess all necessary 'up' chemicals). Until OMG Crisis! And it makes so much sense that you can only laugh in a situation like that rather than cry. Crying is not on the emotional map.
Anyway, the pub is where I wanted to be this evening but I thought transport would still be too precarious. Sunset was an interesting haze of red though. Pretty in an unusual way.
***
Think I scared the crap out of my mother this morning.
"Hi, it's me."
"Oh, hi."
"I just wanted to ring to say I'm ok."
"Oh, that's good. How's the weather?"
"Umm, have you not seen the bomb news?"
"I've been in bed reading" (a bit uneasy at mention of 'bomb')
"Oh, well there were some pretty major bombs here, very near my university."
"Oh. Well I haven't had the tv on."
"Well, I'm ok, and I wanted to let you know before you saw the news."
"Oh."
"But I have to go now because I'm not calling on a card."
"Oh, ok. Thanks for calling. I love you."
"Bye. Me too."
And now I await the phone call from dad, who I knew would have been asleep already this morning (my time).
***
I love the House and Wilson relationship. It's complicated, it has depth and, because it is easy on the eye, it is nicely slashable. But that scene in Kids where they are discussing the job applicant? SO gay even if they're not sleeping with anyone (or women shock! horror!).
House: Did you see her shoes?
Wilson: Her shoes? What, did your horoscope in Vogue tell you to avoid women wearing green shoes?
House: The eyes can mislead, the smile can lie, but the shoes always tell the truth.
Wilson: They were Prada. It means she has good taste.
House: They were not Prada. You wouldn’t know Prada if one stepped on your scrotum.
I don't even have to close my eyes to hear Carson catting out "They were not Prada."
***
I forgot to say that I have loved and continue to love this Archbishop of Canterbury. I have oft-thought it would be neat to become an Anglican just to have him as a spiritual leader. That his name is Rowan delights me for some reason