I have always loved both fairytales and fantastical stories. When I was depressed and all I could do was cry or bleed, my one avenue of escape was fiction - specifically well written fantasy fiction. I mused with friends at the time that it was funny really: if you told an adult 'I love to read!' they'd applaud you. If you told an adult 'I love to ( Read more... )

It won't let me embed it ( Read more... )

I might as well put the rest of it up. ( Marius gets a well-deserved verbal kicking - oh if only that had happened in the book... )

I usually think sequels are silly. But apparently my neurons were against me.
I mostly promise this is the last bad Victor Hugo pastiche I'll write. Apart from the zombies 'cos that totally doesn't count. ( More angst, philosophy and stabbing holes in what Hugo said. )

My coat now has sleeves ( Read more... )

Piked off of slavelabour...

"Comment and I will give you a colour and then you pick ten things you like in that colour..."

( I was given Red... )

I had an epic and quite scholarly rant on how the BBC radio play of Les Mis I'd listened to today (despite having a glorious cast including Roger Allum and Joss Ackland) was still fucking awful. Seriously - please - can someone who once read the novel listen to this play and confirm it's not just me, it is truly as surprisingly awful as I found it ( Read more... )

It will be a greatcoat as belonging to a Captain of the National Necromantic Guard ( Read more... )

( Song: Javert's Suicide. )

But I still can't believe Speed Racer is dead.
So then I thought I'd make some plans
But fire thought she'd really rather be water instead..."My mother is having a miserable day today. This involves walking in circles and tugging at her jumper and burbling nonsense in a heartbroken tone interspersed with crying. This also means that anything I say ( Read more... )