Pure After-Shock
Gene Hunt.
Sam Tyler.
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O.M.F.G
Anyone who knows me at all knows I am somewhat obsessed with Gene and Sam. More than somewhat quite frankly.
Also anyone who knows me has had the misfortune to have to listen me tell anyone who'd listen that Gene killed Sam for the last 3 months.
Tonight Ashes to Ashes started. Wonderful. Loved it. Really, truly did. Need to get used to not being able to rewind but nontheless.
Sam is dead. It's pretty much official.
Gene killed Sam. Also pretty much official.
I know the whole Gene killed Sam is most likely a red herring. But whatevers. I told everyone 3 months ago that would happen. I feel prophetic.
I also hope to God he didn't kill Sam. Because then I'll have to kill Philip Gleinster and I really quite like him.
It was a brilliant episode however. More than brilliant. And I'm incredibly fussy with my TV. Alex is no longer the self obsessed drama queen she was. Chris' IQ seemed to have doubled (which is scary), Ray is still Ray and forking up, Shaz still makes me laugh a little.
Gene is as witty and charming as ever.
Hell, I even like Keats. Who I was really prepared to hate.
Loved how they made the episode. The very subtle hints. The tiny remarks, like the news report saying they pulled the body of a police man from the canal after he was missing for several years (Sam). The gunshot when Keats shut the door before talking to Gene about 'what he done 3 years ago.'
And who is the mystery hallucination?
And tomorrow I have Doctor Who. Despite what we (anyone who has my phone number) do I'd really appreciate no one texting me during the episode. Because I shan't be watching it. I'll be painting the town red. I will catch up on BBC3 or youtube.com or bloody something.
Hospital appt. went boringly slowly. Bloods were taken badly.
My doctor seems to think I'm lying.
'How old are you?'
'About 16. I think. It's in the file.'
'Woah. Really?'
'What? Yeah, yeah, why?'
'You look older. Act older.'
'...'
'Not in a bad way, just most girls at least flinch getting a needle shoved into them every few weeks.'
I think she thinks I use heroin. Whatever. After all these tests I have bloody track marks as it is.
But right now my blood's are being sent to the labs to see if I have arthritis or rheumatism or something or other. I don't know. I can just pray it's not JRA. Because if I don't go into remission, well, I watch my grandma live iwth it.
And I don't want that.
I also need to go back to the pharmacist. They screwed up my meds D:< 50mg rather than 75mg. Seriously.
I don't like Amanda Palmer. Oasis is the most stupid song I've heard in a long time. And she's so bloody whinyyyyyy. Argh. She reminds me of, well, me.
Sam Tyler.
=
O.M.F.G
Anyone who knows me at all knows I am somewhat obsessed with Gene and Sam. More than somewhat quite frankly.
Also anyone who knows me has had the misfortune to have to listen me tell anyone who'd listen that Gene killed Sam for the last 3 months.
Tonight Ashes to Ashes started. Wonderful. Loved it. Really, truly did. Need to get used to not being able to rewind but nontheless.
Sam is dead. It's pretty much official.
Gene killed Sam. Also pretty much official.
I know the whole Gene killed Sam is most likely a red herring. But whatevers. I told everyone 3 months ago that would happen. I feel prophetic.
I also hope to God he didn't kill Sam. Because then I'll have to kill Philip Gleinster and I really quite like him.
It was a brilliant episode however. More than brilliant. And I'm incredibly fussy with my TV. Alex is no longer the self obsessed drama queen she was. Chris' IQ seemed to have doubled (which is scary), Ray is still Ray and forking up, Shaz still makes me laugh a little.
Gene is as witty and charming as ever.
Hell, I even like Keats. Who I was really prepared to hate.
Loved how they made the episode. The very subtle hints. The tiny remarks, like the news report saying they pulled the body of a police man from the canal after he was missing for several years (Sam). The gunshot when Keats shut the door before talking to Gene about 'what he done 3 years ago.'
And who is the mystery hallucination?
And tomorrow I have Doctor Who. Despite what we (anyone who has my phone number) do I'd really appreciate no one texting me during the episode. Because I shan't be watching it. I'll be painting the town red. I will catch up on BBC3 or youtube.com or bloody something.
Hospital appt. went boringly slowly. Bloods were taken badly.
My doctor seems to think I'm lying.
'How old are you?'
'About 16. I think. It's in the file.'
'Woah. Really?'
'What? Yeah, yeah, why?'
'You look older. Act older.'
'...'
'Not in a bad way, just most girls at least flinch getting a needle shoved into them every few weeks.'
I think she thinks I use heroin. Whatever. After all these tests I have bloody track marks as it is.
But right now my blood's are being sent to the labs to see if I have arthritis or rheumatism or something or other. I don't know. I can just pray it's not JRA. Because if I don't go into remission, well, I watch my grandma live iwth it.
And I don't want that.
I also need to go back to the pharmacist. They screwed up my meds D:< 50mg rather than 75mg. Seriously.
I don't like Amanda Palmer. Oasis is the most stupid song I've heard in a long time. And she's so bloody whinyyyyyy. Argh. She reminds me of, well, me.