My very favourite show in the whole world
I've held off buying the three Being Human novels that are out, because although it is my very favourite show, I wasn't sure that it would translate especially well to a different medium, and tie-in novels are so hit-and-miss with quality -- when they're gold, they're GOLD, but when they're not they're kind of awful, as a general rule.
But I broke eventually, as I was destined to, because it is my very favourite show and I miss it. And I realised very quickly that I had nothing to fear from these books, as demonstrated by the quote below.
This is the entire text of the first page of the first book, transcribed here because oh man, I love their faces and I miss this damn show so hard.
'Tea!' hollered Annie, over the noise of frying eggs. She reached for the spatula and deftly flipped each egg onto a waiting piece of toast. 'Food!' she yelled.
Above her, upstairs, the thud-thud-thud-crash meant the boys had got their shoes on. Then, crash-thud-thud-thud, they were both tumbling down the narrow staircase and clattering into the kitchen.
Annie wheeled round, presenting them both with tea and toast and egg.
'Wh-what?' flustered George, blinking at her from behind fragile, frameless glasses. His voice went squeaky when he was in a panic. 'We don't have time for-'
'Gotta make time,' said Mitchell, taking a bite from his sandwich. Golden, wet egg slopped down his chin. He grinned, chewing with his mouth open, then took a swig of tea.
I love them so much. OH ANNIE OH GEORGE OH MITCHOWWW COME BACK TO MY TELEVISION NOW PLEASE.
Speaking of excellent British genre television, I love Doctor Who lots and lots and lots. Did you know that the Doctor's 12th incarnation is running my country? It's pretty neat.
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But I broke eventually, as I was destined to, because it is my very favourite show and I miss it. And I realised very quickly that I had nothing to fear from these books, as demonstrated by the quote below.
This is the entire text of the first page of the first book, transcribed here because oh man, I love their faces and I miss this damn show so hard.
'Tea!' hollered Annie, over the noise of frying eggs. She reached for the spatula and deftly flipped each egg onto a waiting piece of toast. 'Food!' she yelled.
Above her, upstairs, the thud-thud-thud-crash meant the boys had got their shoes on. Then, crash-thud-thud-thud, they were both tumbling down the narrow staircase and clattering into the kitchen.
Annie wheeled round, presenting them both with tea and toast and egg.
'Wh-what?' flustered George, blinking at her from behind fragile, frameless glasses. His voice went squeaky when he was in a panic. 'We don't have time for-'
'Gotta make time,' said Mitchell, taking a bite from his sandwich. Golden, wet egg slopped down his chin. He grinned, chewing with his mouth open, then took a swig of tea.
I love them so much. OH ANNIE OH GEORGE OH MITCHOWWW COME BACK TO MY TELEVISION NOW PLEASE.
Speaking of excellent British genre television, I love Doctor Who lots and lots and lots. Did you know that the Doctor's 12th incarnation is running my country? It's pretty neat.
This entry was originally posted over here and has
comments at the moment.