If I'm going to bore you, I might as well do it with pictures...
(Still tired, for reasons. I will interact again v soon.)
Please, just take your mug back to Brighton and get married now, that is all ♥:
(Shh. I am over-identifying with stuff, go away. ;-p)
Also, being tired I watched more of S6. There were two hard-hitting episodes that ended in suicide, interspersed with two comic episodes, one being a Christmas episode. This is a bit random for one day's TV. Also, I really need one of you to have already watched Public Eye so you can explain some of the episodes to me, because I am too dim. Or possibly I should stop being distracted at vital moments by the amusing bit of discontinuity that means Frank thinks he spent a year in Brighton staying with Helen Mortimer, when in fact it seems to have been somewhere between two and four. You'd really think they would have noticed, even if they were having fun with the wiping up. (Or in other words "The Man Who Said Sorry" is a very unusual and amazing bit of TV, and I need to watch it again with actual brain to take in the point of it properly. I think I get it, I think. Maybe. I don't know.)
Also, the horror! When I was small our Christmas decorations used to look a lot like these. I mean, we had less and more tastefully arranged, but still. And this was about ten years after this is set. I suppose we did use the same ones for about forever and my parents married in 1975, and my grandparents might even have let them have some of theirs or something...
"And your Christmas decorations are atrocious!!"*
Because all private detectives like decorating themselves for Christmas, obviously. He makes paper chains like I used to when I was little as well. He doesn't wear those, though.
And then they played a version of "Ding Dong Merrily On High" over the end credits instead of the proper theme tune and my brain imploded, so I decided to screencap stuff and share and go to bed.
(I did screencap also 1972 Gareth Thomas and Elisabeth Sladen, though, so I'll have them up on Tumblr soon.)
* Not actual line.
Please, just take your mug back to Brighton and get married now, that is all ♥:
(Shh. I am over-identifying with stuff, go away. ;-p)
Also, being tired I watched more of S6. There were two hard-hitting episodes that ended in suicide, interspersed with two comic episodes, one being a Christmas episode. This is a bit random for one day's TV. Also, I really need one of you to have already watched Public Eye so you can explain some of the episodes to me, because I am too dim. Or possibly I should stop being distracted at vital moments by the amusing bit of discontinuity that means Frank thinks he spent a year in Brighton staying with Helen Mortimer, when in fact it seems to have been somewhere between two and four. You'd really think they would have noticed, even if they were having fun with the wiping up. (Or in other words "The Man Who Said Sorry" is a very unusual and amazing bit of TV, and I need to watch it again with actual brain to take in the point of it properly. I think I get it, I think. Maybe. I don't know.)
Also, the horror! When I was small our Christmas decorations used to look a lot like these. I mean, we had less and more tastefully arranged, but still. And this was about ten years after this is set. I suppose we did use the same ones for about forever and my parents married in 1975, and my grandparents might even have let them have some of theirs or something...
"And your Christmas decorations are atrocious!!"*
Because all private detectives like decorating themselves for Christmas, obviously. He makes paper chains like I used to when I was little as well. He doesn't wear those, though.
And then they played a version of "Ding Dong Merrily On High" over the end credits instead of the proper theme tune and my brain imploded, so I decided to screencap stuff and share and go to bed.
(I did screencap also 1972 Gareth Thomas and Elisabeth Sladen, though, so I'll have them up on Tumblr soon.)
* Not actual line.