Oh, yes, the sauna scene... I've got to get me some SERIOUS screencaps of that one once I've ordered the boxset. *sighs happily* Thank gawd he was willing to get kis kit off. Erm, a lot, in fact.
Hmm, well, as B jumps both sides of the stick like I do, maybe I can get him very interested in our man... XD (Or maybe I'm just evil ;)) I think he's just glad I'm not as obsessed with my favourite band as I used to be and actually like more tangible things now ;)
Aw, thank you very much, that's really lovely of you to say! :) Yes, I'm moving into his/our flat in January, which means having to leave my job, which is a shame, but it's too far from where I'm going to be living. Oh - and the flat's even closer to London than where I'm living now, you'll be pleased to know - in fact, it's technically IN London! And seeing as by 2008, Wood Lane Underground station will be re-opening (that's the one as close to the BBC as you can get), I wouldn't say transport there would be a problem, at the very least... *gets stocking mask and placard of Dix with "Have You Seen This Man?" scrawled on it*
Yeah yeah, he was young, he needed the money... good thing, so we have some fun now. *eg* (No, I'm not mean. Honestly. ;-)))
That would be one of my life's dreams: Snuggling up on the sofa with a sweet real life guy, watching a film and drooling over the same actor! *sigh*
As it is, I seem to be unable to find any kind of boyfriend, not to mention one of those rare guys who are not only in touch with their feminine side, but with their gay side as well. AND who fancies overweight, bespectacled little me of all people. Impossible, I know. But a girl can dream... and for lack of real life drool fuel, I dream of David. ;-)
Never mind, most of the time I'm a truly happy single. I have so much to do I wouldn't have time for a boyfriend anyway. More time to draw and write and invent and play... one day I'll make enough money to feed a cat, and then I'll have someone to cuddle, and all the blokes can all go f*** themselves. (End of rant, not to be taken too seriously)
You lucky, lucky thing, you're going to live IN London! I have heard the rents there are astronomical. A bloke from my english theatre group told me even highly paid business people can only afford to share a flat, like the students do over here. (Maybe he was exaggerating, he always does.)
I have to keep this train station in mind. :-) Allright, transport wouldn't be a problem, now we have to find out how well guarded this building is, and weather the archives are in the cellar or in the attic. :-) Stocking mask: check. Big backpack for the tapes: Check. Would it be better to sneak in during the daytime or to break in at night, what do you think? *grin* I fear this is turning into a plotbunny. ;-)
Hmm, well, as B jumps both sides of the stick like I do, maybe I can get him very interested in our man... XD (Or maybe I'm just evil ;)) I think he's just glad I'm not as obsessed with my favourite band as I used to be and actually like more tangible things now ;)
Aw, thank you very much, that's really lovely of you to say! :) Yes, I'm moving into his/our flat in January, which means having to leave my job, which is a shame, but it's too far from where I'm going to be living. Oh - and the flat's even closer to London than where I'm living now, you'll be pleased to know - in fact, it's technically IN London! And seeing as by 2008, Wood Lane Underground station will be re-opening (that's the one as close to the BBC as you can get), I wouldn't say transport there would be a problem, at the very least... *gets stocking mask and placard of Dix with "Have You Seen This Man?" scrawled on it*
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That would be one of my life's dreams: Snuggling up on the sofa with a sweet real life guy, watching a film and drooling over the same actor! *sigh*
As it is, I seem to be unable to find any kind of boyfriend, not to mention one of those rare guys who are not only in touch with their feminine side, but with their gay side as well. AND who fancies overweight, bespectacled little me of all people. Impossible, I know. But a girl can dream... and for lack of real life drool fuel, I dream of David. ;-)
Never mind, most of the time I'm a truly happy single. I have so much to do I wouldn't have time for a boyfriend anyway. More time to draw and write and invent and play... one day I'll make enough money to feed a cat, and then I'll have someone to cuddle, and all the blokes can all go f*** themselves. (End of rant, not to be taken too seriously)
You lucky, lucky thing, you're going to live IN London! I have heard the rents there are astronomical. A bloke from my english theatre group told me even highly paid business people can only afford to share a flat, like the students do over here. (Maybe he was exaggerating, he always does.)
I have to keep this train station in mind. :-) Allright, transport wouldn't be a problem, now we have to find out how well guarded this building is, and weather the archives are in the cellar or in the attic. :-) Stocking mask: check. Big backpack for the tapes: Check. Would it be better to sneak in during the daytime or to break in at night, what do you think? *grin* I fear this is turning into a plotbunny. ;-)
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