UPDATE, BEX. UPDATE.

It seems only pure, undiluted fangirlish glee can inspire me enough to post on LJ at the moment, hence the somewhat running theme of my last few entries. LJ's just been a bit, I don't know, blah. Which it shouldn't be, what with its 10th birthday an' all. Maybe I was a bit blah on my 10th (actually, I was a bit *hormonal* what ( Read more... )

MY FAMILY SPOILERS FOR NEXT MONTH, 'YO.

*twitches with glee*

Is it asking too much to get him back in leather/silk again too, or other black shiny fabrics? Can I be hopeful?

Also, Bobbeh3 doesn't like chocolate all that much.

...... WELL NOW I'M JUST EVEN DEDDER.

Bobbeh2 and Bobbeh Lindsay manhandling one another? Silk pyjamas? Bobbeh Lindsay trying to remove them? Caught in an uncompromising position by the Psychiatrist from Red Dwarf (no chairs screwed down here at all)? Absolutely high level of unintended slash? DED, I TELLS YE.

"Alice + Lydia + Jamie + Channy buzzin and wot"
That's the word on the street, apparently. Or according to what was written several times on the green slips. Kids.

Well, time for some cunningly...er....timed Diner fic. With rather a lot of posh violence and several little twists because Crispin and James are behaving a little differently than usual. ( Read more... )

Re: tonight's My Family.

When I was questioning today how Robert Bathurst (our deare Bobbeh2!) would be mistaken for a courier, and joked about him coming in wearing motorbike leathers, I didn't think.....he....actually....would....

YNHYRUIHDFRDhjudiftp8 ruijriour48e hnrifrkelgel.

And, I WAS TALKING TO THAT LAST WEEK.

Argh, Mrs McIntire returneth! *tries to stay composed*

Bless you, Flist, for liking my fic. Bit of a fic at any rate. And now:
( Stop! Meme Time! )