girlofprey

No-one wants to write David/Gary slash for Coronation Street. A quick search on Google has sort of confirmed this. Although given the fact that there's now a court case in the air, and they're playing it as an actual love triangle sort of thing rather than Gary being a twat at David's girlfriend and David being jealous, it's not entirely a surprise. The people on the forums only seem to want to talk about which one is the least attractive and the most horrible. It's quite rub. Probably the show is just building to it, and I should be patient. They can't bring the Ultimate Teenage Criminal Team together straight away. But, dudes. This is the episode where Gary stalked him, with all the rubbish/irrelevant bits taken out. THE GAY IS VERY CLEAR. Probably a fandom will leap into being in the next week or so. Probably.

My secret pairing of Tony/Maria is apparently on the cards though, according to the soap magazine covers. So it's not all bad, I guess.

I’ve been a bit rubbish at LJ in the past week. This was basically my week:

Monday: I got to work and the heating was broken. Apparently if the temperature is 15 degrees Celsius it's illegal conditions. It was 16 degrees all day. They said something about getting some heaters in, but the man meant to be scouting out the place to see where to put them never arrived. Thankfully, they started working very weakly at about 3 or 4 o'clock. The next day it was back on properly and we got to work with our coats off.

Tuesday: Work without having to wear our coats, as I've said. And in the evening I went to the cinema, and had a whole screen all to myself for The Secret of Moonacre. Which I thought, coupled with the adverts, would be related to its quality, but it was actually quite good. It had Dakota Fanning, being a better Dakota Fanning than she was a Lyra Belacqua, in my opinion. It also had Hornblower/Ioan Griffiths in it. And Tim Curry. It wasn't brilliant - although the costumes very often were - but if you want a good, gentle fantasy film, I'd recommend it.

Wednesday: Things probably happened, but I can't remember what they were. I think I had to wash my hair, so not much. Possibly looking up a bunch of videos on Youtube, as I recall.

Thursday: It snowed, starting just before I left the office to go home, as I'm sure it did in many other places. They were doing Light Night taster events, so I saw a light show near the castle as I was coming back. I went to the train station, in snow, to get my train tickets for Redemption, abut was told they would be about the same price on the day, so there was no point booking a time. Then I went and had cake, because I quite like having cake in a cafe/cake shop when it's dark and snowing outside. And I've been in there before, but Lee Rosy's Tea seems to be leading the way in ambiently-lit cake and indie music shops in Nottingham. It was lovely, anyway.

But by this time it was about half past 6, I remembered I'd forgotten to do my little letter to go with my Jobseeker's book explaining that I was now in work and couldn't be bothered standing around on the street doing it, so just went for the bus. I went to the bus stop where the cheap buses go first, and there was one in, but it was out of service. They're usually pretty regular there, but I waited about ten minutes in the cold, and nothing came. The fact that a Light Night woman came around handing out glow sticks because she wanted to go home made it only slightly better. As I was stood three of the more expensive buses I could get went past, so I started walking down to that stop. And then the cheaper bus came. I ran back up, queued, and just as I was pretty much about to get on the driver said the bus was full and no-one else could get on. I walked down to the other bus stop again. I got there about 5 to 7. I was 7:30 by the time a bus came. And I'd been standing there with wet feet inside my boots. I could have walked home more quickly, but I thought it might be slippy on the pavements because of the snow. There wasn't that much snow though. The buses could possibly have bucked up, in my opinion.

Friday: Was the last day of the week, and the first day I'd been paid since December. And it was Light Night. And frankly, I think in the matter of festivals that are completely made up, I think Nottingham sort of wins. There was definitely a lot more stuff on than last year. The first bit was slightly spoiled by a man sat near me shouting a bunch of racist stuff to do with St George's Day, but eventually I moved away. There was the big wheel, as usual. Also a robot roaming the streets, people on stilts, jugglers doing David-Bowie-in-Labyrinth tricks with glass balls, roaming story tellers. The castle grounds were open for free and all lit up, they had a hot air balloon they kept lighting so it lit up, and a dragon made of LED lights mounted to a bicycle roaming round the place. And then there was a Nottingham goddess parade through the streets, with an accompaniment of young rhythm dancers who did a performance in the open space by Marks and Spencer’s. It was pretty great, even if I did look for where people were getting glow sticks from all night and never found out. I found one in the street on the way back home, though. That was fair enough. And it was good. I got home, shivered while waiting for the heating to come on, and watched NCIS.


Today Adam and Joe were on doing their Valentine's Day show, and Adam was quite lovely towards his wife Sarah. I didn’t know his wife was called Sarah. His love CAME WITH A MESSAGE THOUGH. He and Joe didn't declare their love to each other, but probably they do that off the air. And then I wandered around town trying to get stuff done before Redemption. Massive queues in Thornton’s and various places. Valentine's Day. It gets all over the place.

Casualty without Toby is not as good as Casualty with Toby. It's a huge shame.

So. While I've been out of work, I've been getting up pretty late. Waking up late, and then lying in for a bit. But waking up when it's getting dark, that's a new one.

It's pretty much my own fault though, I think. I had a few goals yesterday, and one was to get up in time to listen to the Adam and Joe show in my flat without having to turn on my computer for the first time, on my shiny new digital radio. Which I did, despite not going to bed, again, until about half past 3 in the morning. After a similar night on Thursday of staying up but still getting up earlier than usual. And not going to bed early last night. Yep.

Yesterday was pretty good though, actually. I did indeed get up in time for the Adam and Joe show. I got three packages in the mail, which my neighbour brought in and knocked on the door to give me, because one was a bit ripped. And they were You Don't Mess With The Zohan, the Fleet Foxes EP, and C.R.A.Z.Y. Which was nice. The envelope that was a bit ripped turned out to be my new bank card. That's only sad because I remember when I used to look at the expiry date on my old card and think "Oh, that's years away!". But oh well. The new one is the same colour as my Eden Project membership card though. That might cause some confusion.

My other goal was to go into town for the first time that week, and to get back before the gales hit. Which I did, although not so much through being early as through the gale not really appearing. It started to rain a bit last night, about 8-ish. I was promised a gale. I pictured being in my flat with food and the heating turned up while the windows rattled. Knowing me, it'll probably hit tomorrow or something, when I actually need to go shopping.

And I stopped into Evolution in town, where they were having a sale, and I got two lovely little jewellery holders that were reduced to £1. It turns out they have lids that come off and smack against the floor very easily, but they're just a bit wobbly now, and haven't actually broken. And I managed to get The Independent, and the free Frost-Nixon interview dvd, which I might not watch until after seeing the film. It was brilliant. Except for the lack of a gale.

In fannish news, I'm not massively a fan of Eastenders except for how STACEY IS AMAZING, but I'm sort of fascinated by how long they're dragging out the Ronnie-Danielle long-lost-daughter storyline. I think Ronnie could now reasonably sing the Johanna song from Sweeney Todd, if she wanted to. There are people who think it's going to go on till March, around Mother's Day. Blimey.

Hmm. Tired. Film festival thing went less well than I might have hoped - when I got to the front desk and said my name and that I would be on the guest list, they told there was no guest list - ! Then they asked me who I talked to to arrange it - I talked to the girl who runs our show, Uncovered, who talked to the press officer, who talked to whoever arranged it properly. But the cinema marketing manager gave me a couple of free tickets to some shows anyway, and her e-mail, asking me to send her whatever I did on the festival, which I think will be nothing now because it's finished and we like to cover things people can actually still go see. Sigh.

Also we had organised an interview with the festival president, which he was thankfully aware of - but when I rang up at the agreed time (10 o'clock-ish), he was in his hotel room! Which was just around the corner apparently. He asked me if I wanted to come to his hotel/room to do it - no - or for him to come back to the cinema - not for a 2 minute interview, no - so that was a big flop. We rescheduled it for the next day, but too late to put it in the show so I ended up cancelling. And then I woke up seriously ill with 'The Curse' (which has earned its name, let me tell you), so I couldn't even nip down to the studios to just do a 'I went to Resfest, and it was...' piece. Double sigh.

On the plus side, I appear to be completely free for next weekend though, for once. I am contemplating going home. I'd like to take my laptop back and do some stuff on the internet, but it might be awkward on a coach/train. Hmm. It might be nice to see the family/Jack though. And...have things bought for me rather than having to buy them.

Am still in a bit of a Goblet of Fire daze. To the point where I COULD NOT SLEEP until about 2 o'clock this morning because ideas and such were whizzing around my head. ( Mentions of characters names and such. )( And maybe some other stuff )

I really can't wait for the GoF DVD. 3 DAYS after the opening weekend. I got it bad.

Also, I had a bit of an icon clearout. See the pretty shiny new ones! Some of them had uploading problems, and one inexplicably turned into Mischa Barton, but they seem to be mostly alright. Now.

I have signed up for far too many things at the radio again.

One of these is a midnight showing of Harry Potter next Thursday, if we can get tickets.

I'm actually quite looking forward to this though. It is probably going to be a group outing, and we will be recording it on minidisc and interviewing all the other non-reviewy people who turned out to watch Harry Potter at midnight. I have never been to a midnight showing before. And even though I spent the last Harry Potter film experience sitting thinking '...is this it?', this one looks quite good. In the adverts at least. Still feeling no shame that I haven't read any of the books but the latest one. Nope.

Another thing I agreed to do is a review of film I have not seen yet for tomorrow. When I really ought to be reading more Ovid.

::is sad no-one supports my idea for a Metamorphoses-based all-girl crime-fighting posse. Sadface fullstop::

And I still love Nathan Barley, and none of you can stop me, hah! Though words are sadly not forthcoming.

In other news: my parents gave me money. Apparently I 'ground them down', in that I 'took advantage of their much-professed offer to give me all the money I needed'. But I have vague money. Yay.

Christmas is coming. Omg.

• Rachael in pain from that whole being-a-woman thing. Ouch >:|


• Rachael has had a Spira, so is slightly appeased.


• Rachael has about 150 pages of a book to read by tomorrow, and 100 things to do before she can even go home to where the book is, oh no.


• However, it's all about sex and incest and sorcery in an abbey, so again slightly appeased.


• In fact, it seems to be Incest Week for my whole reading list at the moment.


• Rachael watched Lost last night, the one where Charlie nearly dies. But the important part is that Sawyer kept Sayid's signal fire burning! Omg the love!!


• Rachael has been reading all or most of the weekend.


• Post-Final Battle Night Watch bunnies where Anton is Zavulon's 'spoils of war' did not help this.


• I cannot remember Anton's face for more than five seconds at a time for some reason! Woe.


• Really quite worryingly obsessed with Night Watch, as recent post will attest.


• But everyone else is obsessed with snooker, so never mind.


• Rachael really ought to be doing a What's On guide for her radio so she can go home. Ah well.


• Bullet points perhaps the best way to update journals ever.

And, randomly, some Night Watch pairing summaries, for your viewing pleasure:

Anton/Kostya - Like Romeo and Juliet. Only drunker!
Olga/Tiger - The owl and the pussycat
Anton/Zavulon - Yegor has two daddies!

ETA:In honour of Family Guy's return to our screen in less than a week (ee!), I would also like to present you with perhaps their best quote ever; 'Three days? That's tomorrow!' :D

And some random movie site is announcing the UK/USA release dates of Day Watch as 2005TBA - which is very odd, since it's not meant to be being released in Russia until 00:01 January 1st 2006. I just don't know what to believe anymore! However, there will be a game to keep us all occupied till them. Although unless you get to roleplay sleeping with Anton, possibly I'll leave my money where it is.

Aha! strikethrough tag is fixed!! Except yes. Jekesta is still my fairy godmother, but one who challenged me to figure things out for myself, so even better yes :).Rich text editor was holding me back, like an octopus, omg.

I am in the university radio studio, doing a review of 'The Chorus' which all should go see omg, and checking my e-mail, and someone just called on the phone and expected me to know things omg. Leaving soon, I think, yes.

Enjoyed my dance thing last night! It was indeed two men dancing each other! It was set in a gay club, and one was all shy and nervous and newbie-like (but only LIKE....), and another was all confident and slightly scary and trying to seduce him, and there was touching and groping, and 'shy' one got all happy on ectasy, which I don't particularly think is good, but was pretty. But then ( the sad ending )

Going to see a wax forest now, omg, arty.

( Sea of Souls )

Finished Richard III - am I the only one who feels sorry for the intelligent, deformed bastard? And how did he fight so well in battles if he was all crooked and shrivelled and whatnot? Perhaps something to bring up in a seminar. And started on 'Cloud 9', which is equally realistic and random-crazy, but has some fantastic lines that will weave their way into my conversations shortly, I feel. 'Shall we go in a barn and fuck?', 'boys have no business having feelings', and 'you know what I'd do if you were shot with poison arrows? I'd fuck your dead body and poison myself'. Genius.

Radio meeting tonight, and gaaaah, I have to do an Uncovered for Thursday (tiny radio bit about what's on that evening in Nottingham), which is annoying, if not all that taxing. Wanted to go see Closer and perhaps Team America again this week, but what with going home on Thursday it doesn't look like that'll be too likely. Will get to see Jack though, so it's all good. In other news, successfully converted all of my housemates to Eastenders-obsession with my history-of-plotline-relating ways - huzzah! And, yay, the our shower's getting fixed today! No more showers that are freezing at sporadic intervals! Double-huzzah!

No essay. Tutor apparently hasn't quite finished marking them yet, so I'll be awaiting an e-mail from the uni English secretary at some point in the week, so I can go pick it up from her then. Growl. Also, managed to trip UP the stairs in front of many people (I blame the leaflet distributors looming at the top), and have misplaced my umbrella. Which I broke a bit today anyway. Could not find a groundskeeper to interview for a radio piece today and can't take the minidisc recorder home tonight to interview my housemate. And my throat really hurts.

And there's apparently a 2-hour seminar in the room where I think I left my umbrella, so can't go get THAT for another 25 minutes, and can't really do anything else useful like download things on the Net or go to the library till afterwards. Double growl.

And I'm coveting Toni Morrison books in the university bookshop, even though I have no money to buy them (or time to read them), but then happily spent a pound on sweets in the uni shop (though did not eat them all. Go me.)

And the man I love (or fancy most at the minute) is gay. Or secretly a big man-whore. Or probably just not interested.

All in all, not shaping up as a wonderful day.