mockturtle (hellblazer06) wrote,

not one lord in the neighbourhood

If you go to Google right now you'll find over 200 articles re the lastest round in the TV fakery scandals that the UK is currently embroiled in, the lastest being the alleged poll to name the Blue Peter cat:

Blue Peter in row over cat name
The BBC is refusing to comment on reports that Blue Peter's cat was not given the name viewers had chosen for it in an online poll.

But to be honest, The Daily Star says it all with the Headline Of The Year:
"Blue Peter hit by cat flap"

Moving on, I woke up very miserable, I was shat upon by morons, I snapped. Well, I did warn them not to make me angry, but do they listen? Never. Gah. I swear, 99% of my job is being pestered by idiots and/or ego fluffing managers. And can we learn how to do bullet points? This is 2007, people. Gah, again.

They would just not leave me alone, and they they insulted my work. Enough already.

Too bad, because I thought I was coping far beyond what I might reasonably expect, and folks were being nicer than I expected, esoecially the cup of tea that was fetched on Tuesday, and the lovely bunch of daffs yesterday that looked very old fashioned, tied up with a petersham ribbon. Smelt gorgeous, too. Could smell them all the way down the hall at work and all the way into my room at home.

But they've blotted their copybooks today (as I have mine, no doubt, but, well, I don't take being harrangued very well when very upset).

And to think I actually managed to delude myself that I might sneak a paragraph ofr two in a quiet moment. What quiet moment, eh? So frustrating. Aside from having just about every fic unfinished and lying fallow, I really, really, really wanted to finish the Hood one as I have it all in my head and I'll forget it if I don't and it's about to rendered redundant and AU, which is kinda ironic considering it managed to make itself more canon than the show, touching upon a lot of the Gest without any conscious effort on my part at all. Funny old fic. When I think about it the ideas just come as light as air, but if I try to write them down it's such a terrible struggle. Weirdness.

But why I really want to finish it is because the muse has decided upon an extraordinarily doolally x-over which would just send my unfriended ex-friends into a teeth grinding frenzy, but I'm amused, and intrigued, and it kinda works - in my head at least. The setting requires a reputedly haunted house and two young gentlemen, one sweet and one brash. You don't know where I could find any lads like that, do you? Ah, but how to get them to the haunted house, ah, well, that's where it gets doolally. But it makes me smile, and that's the main thing, right?

Meanwhile, I meant to tell you about the ITV Jane Austen collection that I ordered, needing a Jane fix, stat. I'd heard they were awful, and they weren't the finest adpatations, but I've sat through worse and they were very close to the books (and considering I can't recognise a single scene in the Dark Is Rising trailer, I say Austen fans have nowt to complain about, but my diatribe on how Hollywood treats my beloved books of childhood like POWs is another rant entirely).

My Aunt complained that Billie was too much of a slapper (well, Fanny was supposed to be lower class) and she ran too much (Poor Billie, after two seasons of Who it's probably ingrained). Well, I was going to say fie to the latter as I've seen footage of young ladies circa 1899 dashing about and leaping on and off trams and trains so I don't buy into that whole 'I don't run because I'm a laaaaydie!' thing, but it did get a bit beyond a joke, I must admit. The name checking of the slavery issue also felt in no way forced (tonight, on a very special episode of Mansfield Park) and they kinda skipped over lots, but, well, it didn't suck.

I was bemused to see the chap who played Malachi in Hex turning up as Henry Crawford in this, and, now that I think about it, the roles aren't too dissimiliar, except Malachi was working his way through virgins to bring about the End Of Days and Henry was just, well, recreational. Heh, maybe that's the only role the poor sod can play, though if his CV is solely limited to cads he shan't want for work.

I also like poor Edmund's eureka moment towards the end. It was so funny. Rather unconvincing, but funny. But first cousin marriage? Ewww.

Emma was very faithful to the book indeed, but sadly the casting wasn't working for me as I have an inexplicable set against Kate Beckinsale, Samantha Morton and Mark Strong. I've heard that KB and SM were the most terrible of divas in their Hollywood flicks, setting new standards, apparently. Perhaps that's why they're in little ITV bonnet dramas now?

Northanger Abbey though, I loved. I've not read the book since my teens, so that no doubt kept the red pen at bay, but it felt right, and the lurid turns into gothic imagination were just so perfect and they had me in fits. It might not be how you read NA, but it was spot on with how I'd read it. Hee. I also really loved Bath as a seething Georgian pickup joint, as it must have been, rather than the prim setting it has appeared in other adapations. Here, at last, was an Austen story I could actually see Sharpe walking into. So I loved it for that, too.

Never too fond of the guy playing Thorpe (and that was before he picked on my Much), but the rest of the cast were just fine, including Sally Sparrow as the other Thorpe (the necessary Mean Girl). Oh yeah, Jane knew all about Mean Girls.

But funnily enough, in another conversation about my ending up unmarried on account of having half a brain, Jane is once more right on the money, with a quote from NA:
"She was heartily ashamed of her ignorance. A misplaced shame. Where people wish to attach, they should always be ignorant. To come with a well-informed mind is to come with an inability of administering to the vanity of others, which a sensible person would always wish to avoid. A woman especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can. The advantages of natural folly in a beautiful girl have been already set forth by the capital pen of a sister author; and to her treatment of the subject I will only add, in justice to men, that though to the larger and more trifling part of the sex, imbecility in females is a great enhancement of their personal charms, there is a portion of them too reasonable and too well informed themselves to desire anything more in woman than ignorance."

Anyhoo, better go if I want to get home in time for Robson.
Robin Hood trailer (aka WTF?)
The Which Doctor Who Are You? Test,,2171746,00.html
Maguire and Gyllenhaal in talks over team-up
Powerful x-ray to unravel fragile Dead Sea scrolls
Georgia clues to human origins
Autistic traits linked to testosterone in mother's womb
Offensive, angry and ginger - Simpsons' Willie defines US image of the Scot
Toilet etiquette not in US men's arsenal
I know who killed the summer
Northanger Abbey
Velociraptor dino 'had feathers'
Lawrence, Kansas
Europe's last witch-hunt
Bath, Somerset
Edible and Medicinal Plants of the UCSC Campus
Stinging nettle
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