Yesterday was enlivened by Raffles diversion, both via charming fic and quaint old 70s tv shows.
Last night it was episode two, which involves a South African diamond baron who isn't the slightest bit based on Cecil Rhodes, no sir, and of course a couple of huge nobs of diamonds which Raffles just has to have. I'm never entirely sure whether it's avarice or a need to put the colonial upstart in his place that motivates Raffles. Both, I suspect. Raffles calls himself an artiste and his capers his art. Bunny cites his earnestness and willingness to rip off wealthy rogues and bounders as his motivations, and foolishly compares his motives to Raffles, earning himself a cold sneer. Bad Raffles. Still, Bunny waffles on, filling the icy silence and Raffles quickly thaws again.
One review I read made a point about Raffles ego being enormous and uncontained, and tis true. I suspect he likes having Bunny around as his own personal cheer squad. All that hero worship, how it must fluff that magnificent ego.
Anyways, Raffles grand scheme is flawed, the boys are caught red handed and Raffles escapes. Bunny is detained, beaten up, tied up and questioned at gun point and still the won't budge or give up Raffles. Brave, loyal Bunny. Meanwhile Raffles dashes to his boly hole, has a tanty, more so over being caught out than Bunny peril, I suspect. Raffles changes into his old Bill costume and shows up to escort Bunny from the premises. Never once does Raffles really say anything to Bunny re Bunny not giving the game away, but he hands over his share of the loot and thus they retire to the Albany.
My other entertainment involved my brother spinning some old music vid dvds he'd bought. Happy memories. I remarked that ABC were much campier than I remembered and he snorted, but it has been decades since I've seen them and then it was in the context of the very campy 80s. Gotta love the Keats references et al. And how sad that political songs you think should be out of date twenty years later still ring true. The more things change...
Other random highlight of the day: an ad for Oz on Fox8. Squeee! At last, I'll get to see what allk the fuss was about.
I should probably confess that when I was a wee little girl, twas Raffles who rocked my boat. Oh my, yes. Hence the twenty five year search for tapes. But, having since had a relationship where every day brought forth a new test of my love and every sentence was prefixed with "If you really loved me you'd...", well, I sympthise with poor Bunny, and I admire his boundless enthuiasm. I'm just far too lazy and cranky a bitca to put up for that crap for too long. Far too exhausting.
Hmm, somebody has cut down a stand of trees overnight, because I can see buildings I've never seen before. Yukky buildings. Indeed, that poor lightning struck tree and its kin are all gone. Poot. Can we bring back that old punishment for midnight tree lopping? I do believe it involved stringing their entrails about. Perfect, and just.
I think I'm developing phone fear. Everytime it riigs I'm afeared it's the QOD or the other bitca with whom I am embroiled in a pissing contest, ie, each deletes or puts back pages on the same damn site. After a week I'm ready to pop. Oh well, today I am determined to leave early.
Finally, happy St Paddy's day, darlin'.
Just a couple of Jude pics for Cyc's muse (reposted because I've not had time for anything new):