Apparently bacon sales in the US are down 95% since the Swine Flu outbreak. Which has lead me to imagine a dystopic world in which pork products are no longer eaten, and yet a band of dedicated baconophiles get together for secret meetings where no-one knows each other's real name and together they eat illegal hand-reared bacon in scent-proofed rooms. A short story I need to write and the world needs to read? Y/N
If you are worried about Flu, then
heypais has some comforting words:
Toby and I have this covered.
This is quite similar to my recent request for prompts, but I thought I'd pick up this meme anyway, to further kick start my writing:
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing from me (word prompts are good too). In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level (I'm not going to, like, put a wolverine* in your bathtub or anything, but I do think you will have more fun if you do it than if you don't).
I'll write Merlin, Top Gear, The Mighty Boosh, Supernatural RPS, *coff* Midsomer Murders, X-Men movieverse (Wolverine-centic if poss pls), Boondock Saints, and I'd be happy to take a crack at Being Human if you want. Also if you remember that basically I'm a RPS whore, particularly for the likes of Gary Oldman, Tim Roth, John Simm, David Tennant, Cary Grant, Colin Morgan, Bradley James, Roger Federer, Rafa Nadal, firefighters, and
you lot. But I can take a shot at others (Philip Glenister?) - try me and if I can't do it I'll say so.
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Wolverine in my bathtub? Yes please!