Another day, another Tube strike. The Underground is in very great danger of becoming a mythical thing that people vaguely remember as maybe taking them places around London in dark, dirty, small metal boxes long, long, ago ( Read more... )

My dearest LJ,

I am really sorry I haven't talked to you in so long. You see, I went to Barcelona to see Misha and Jim and Sam and Jensen and Jared and David and Claudio and I was just so over-excited afterwards that I completely couldn't sit still long enough to post anything. There was a monastery and fake!stalking too and oh, LJ, it was all ( Read more... )

Croydon has a wine bar. Who knew such a thing could happen ( Read more... )

Quick weekend recap:

Saturday was spent at London MCM Expo. It involved a lot of queuing, but was pretty fun. There were a lot of very impressive cosplayers, particularly these and ( this gorgeous Fifth Doctor, who I couldn't help but stalk. )

Fandom. That's it. Keep trying to break me ( Read more... )

Epic illness continues, made worse by epic Misha Day last Saturday. I can't complain too much because it was excellent fun, and I got to meet up with lots of you lovely flist people ( Read more... )

Slightly obessed with Bobby right now. It's like crack. I just want to snort him in all day. When I'm not writing dirty dirty fic, that is. I have not a clue what my word count is anymore ( Read more... )

Oh ESL worksheets. How, sometimes, I love you.

So, my updatey shiteness continues, even though last week I went for a signing with Gareth David-Lloyd, with Merlin's Bradley and Angel, and went drinking with cienna and burkesl17. Oh hang on. Drinking with cienna. Pretty sure that's been happening just about every day lately. My liver hates you, by the way ( Read more... )

I don't even know where to start, so I'm going to start by blaming Bradley James and move on to blaming him for everything else from there ( Read more... )