I just finished watching Craig Ferguson's discussion with Stephen Fry. I feel like after having sex. Nay, better than that. Like I just finished reading a really good book. Quite possibly something written by Stephen Fry ( Read more... )

On Tuesday it was cabaret night at the Banana Café (why, yes, it is a gay club) but me and my friend only got there after two bars in the Quartier latin and then the Truskel (of Franz Ferdinand fame). Around four AM we were at the point where you start quoting The Bridget Jones Diary, share headphones to listen to Abba songs and say things like: " ( Read more... )

I saw Jules Massenet's Werther tonight at the Opéra Bastille. I think this has sufficiently filled my emo quota for the rest of the spring. As embarrassing as it is to admit, I actually happen to love the novel. If ever there was a book that should have ended in a threeway, happily ever after... *sigh ( Read more... )

I've been with a cold since Friday, which kind of ruined all of my lovely plans for the weekend. (Being on immunosuppressants sucks.) I was going to go see a Musset play last night but stayed indoors instead reading fic, catching up on tv and sleeping. Apart from Bell's lovely Water Lilies I hadn't been reading any fic for over a month, so it was ( Read more... )

If someone cared enough to have me at gun point and demanded to know the name of my favourite novel, I just might be persuaded into choosing and answer "Orlando" by Virginia Woolf. The reasons are as varied and overlapping as the tone and themes of the novel itself: for instance, the way in which the narrative problematizes gender without treating ( Read more... )

I had half forgotten how much I love Julia Ormond. I watched the remake of Sabrina today, because I wanted make myself feel embarrassed and unoriginal about going to Paris. (Obviously I'm going to return home next year and marry Harrison Ford.) Anyways, Julia Ormond - gorgeous and talented. Imdb kindly informs me she is to appear alongside Jason ( Read more... )

Another book meme! Gakked from, well, lots of lovely people.

1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag your friends, and acknowledge who tagged you.

Well, I guess the nearest would be the one I have on my lap: Kristin Lavransdatter by Sigrid Undset (1920-1922) (English ( Read more... )

Am drinking Moroccon mint tea and eating Brunberg's milk chocolate. Yet, life is not brilliant. I'd say I haven't slept in a week, only that would be a lie. I do feel like I haven't had any proper rest in ages, though. I've had a headache and increasing muscle pains for four days now. Today I had lots of cortisone injected into my hip and thigh ( Read more... )

So, in twelve days Turku's very own Queer Studies conference takes place, and I will be there queering the little town Avonlea and its odd residents. The only problem is my presentation. Like the customer who purchased the dead parrot, I am simply not happy with it. First of all it's way too long - not the parrot, that metaphor is deceased and ( Read more... )