September 13th, 2009

Holmes

the resident sidekick

"I find myself thrilling as I think of it, and feeling once more that sudden flood of joy, amazement and incredulity which utterly submerged my mind."
The Empty House

Steady, Watson. Okay, yes, this is the return of his beloved Holmes, but there is a lot of thrilling, tingling, flushing and flooding from Watson elsewhere in the books. More than enough to bemuse this reader, in any case. A few pages later the poor boy actually faints like a girl (too much flooding, per chance?) though shame on Holmes for playing such a cruel trick on poor, devoted, Watson.

You know, I used to have the slash goggles firmly locked in the drawer when reading Holmes, mainly because the character were always played by gentlemen of a certain dotage and I was a young lass and I didn't want to go there (seriously, no). But now they've cast him and him, well, slash goggles fully deployed, sir, and, to my bemusement the source material isn't disappointing, and in many cases, exceeding my expectations.
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Carravaggio

Saturday

I know I went wrong somewhere when nothing makes me so happy as watching silly 60s SF with buttons and knobs and giant ants out on the moor. In other words, we're up to the silly episode of The Saint. Bliss! Today it's the Loch Ness Monster one. Squee.

see what I mean. And I should be out getting sweaty in the garden. Yesterday a neighbour popped over with a few spare plants and we did some weeding. Yes, it had gotten away from me again. It was fun, if hard work and more than a touch shaming but they were very nice about the whole thing. You know it's gotten away from you when you start uncovering undiscovered Incan temples under the weeds. Oh dear. Well, at least I'd made a start before (she says, sheepishly).


Yep, the whole I have a note from the doctor is cutting no ice with nobody, sigh.

Other news, am fed up with work in ways I dare not describe. Came home late on Friday, had a few stiff ones then watched a weird ass episode of Bonanza during tea (we were hoping for aliens, werewolves or cannibals but got ghosts, we knew it was something because the theramin was working overtime) and snoozed for most of George Gently but they annoyed me by having stuff from 1967 in 1964. Harumph. (Sorry, made a study of the 60s when I got into The Saint in my teens, being an anal little sod, and I still know the difference twixt 67 and 64).


Anyway, why am I typing when Simon Templar is on telly???