It is not backed like a weasel P:
Went to London last night to see Hamlet. It was absolutely brilliant, but...yeah. It's easy to note the difference when things are built around a well-known lead like that, see how things were constructed around they way they'd played the character. Same thing happened when we went to see Rick Mayall in The New Statesman, which puts us two thirds towards a family curse (though at least that time we got to watch peoples faces drop as they spied the notices. Schaudenfraud indeed.). Oh, and I kept picking Outrageous Fortune episode titles out of the dialog.
Also, driving back in the car at 3AM, drifting between states of consciousness, head buzzing with ideas and pondering at being told not to "look like a madwoman" (If I go out after 10PM I get kinda hyper and tend to start dancing and reciting at high speeds under my breath. Rather fun at Tesco.), I was pondering upon a good Shakespearean Maiden Name for Alice, mind started to drift, then got swept up in a terrible storm of thoughts and ended up marooned on the island where terrible things happen to Benjamin. And now more plot has linked together, and Web has struck him such a blow without even realizing it, which she'll be absolutely delighted about. Not to mention the knock-on effect it could have on certain friends and relations.
I'm a horrible person. But at least it must've been sorted in fluffworld, because of stuff. And if Alice is there, then he's got to have been dead for quite long enough to stop freaking out over papercuts.
Oh, and Poppy came over for breakfast, so I am now the "proud" owner of a small plastic phonecharm heart announcing my undying love for Ryan Evans Sidus Vesperi. I also bought two five packs of HSM stickers from poundland today, but that's another matter.
Also, driving back in the car at 3AM, drifting between states of consciousness, head buzzing with ideas and pondering at being told not to "look like a madwoman" (If I go out after 10PM I get kinda hyper and tend to start dancing and reciting at high speeds under my breath. Rather fun at Tesco.), I was pondering upon a good Shakespearean Maiden Name for Alice, mind started to drift, then got swept up in a terrible storm of thoughts and ended up marooned on the island where terrible things happen to Benjamin. And now more plot has linked together, and Web has struck him such a blow without even realizing it, which she'll be absolutely delighted about. Not to mention the knock-on effect it could have on certain friends and relations.
I'm a horrible person. But at least it must've been sorted in fluffworld, because of stuff. And if Alice is there, then he's got to have been dead for quite long enough to stop freaking out over papercuts.
Oh, and Poppy came over for breakfast, so I am now the "proud" owner of a small plastic phonecharm heart announcing my undying love for Ryan Evans Sidus Vesperi. I also bought two five packs of HSM stickers from poundland today, but that's another matter.