I really wasn't intending to be awake this early today, particularly as I only went to bed about 2am but my clock is awkward and if you press the button to make it glow, you just get a glowy green box because the time immediately fades so much it's unreadable. 4.38am, my laptop said when I dragged it onto my bed and having made the effort to pick ( Read more... )

In the spirit of striking while the iron's hot (the reason I'll be snowboarding tomorrow even though I went today), here is part 3 of Sold already.
( In which we get our first hints about Danny's childhood )

Part two of Sold:
( Featuring Bryan dancing barefooted )

This has been a while coming. Next five episodes to follow fairly soon (once I've finished watching Mock the Week; Too Hot for TV 2)
( I present Bryan Dick as the nicest estate agent in the world, in Sold )

After getting the shock of my life about ten minutes ago, I feel in desperate need of some pretty so cheer me up (although I'm not sure there's enough pretty in the world to make up for this). I had the caps more or less ready, so here goes. If you haven't seen All The Small Things (or Heart and Soul as it's apparently called in Australia), you ( Read more... )

This is in celebration of me being brave enough to do something I've wanted to do for three months. I'm going to be very vague about what it actually is though, because realistically, probably nothing's going to come of it. But this is me, being impulsive and brave and inspired.

So, Shockers: Parents' Night.

If any Bryan Dick fans haven't seen this, ( Read more... )

Nearly a week after part two, here's the third and final Twenty Thousand picspam, picking up where the last one left off. The end of Bob's story and all his appearances in Jenny's and Ella's stories. Not that there's very much of him in Jenny's, and a lot of Ella's is exactly the same as Bob's, so there was no point in capping it all twice.
( Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky, part three )

Epic Twenty Thousand picspam part two

( Oh, Bob! )

My final count came in at 2778 caps. Fortunately, I've whittled that down to a mere 149, in three parts. Yeah, I got a bit carried away, but I think we all realised that quite a while ago.
And as it's getting on for midnight, I can't tell the difference between scr and src which means I've spent ten minutes swearing and cursing at my inability to ( Read more... )

I'm really tempted to take advantage of being home alone and therefore not having to answer any questions about where, and more awkwardly, why, I'm going, to go to the submarine museum in Portsmouth. If she were here, my mother would bombard me with "You can't drive that far! You've never driven that far! You can't drive that far!"

I really want to ( Read more... )