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02 May 2009 @ 10:35 pm
"He's not my hero."
"I'm afraid he is, dear. I know the type. Something about the eyes."

I've been rewatching this for the fifth or sixth time today. It was a unexpected but great birthday present a few years ago - from before I had a DVD player in fact. My copy of the series is composed of two videos in a chunky plastic box which are gradually succumbing to graininess.

That's kind of appropriate, really. Part of the charm of this series is that it appears to have been put together on a low budget. The beast that haunts Richard's dreams is actually a rather disgruntled Aberdeen Angus and Door's house is composed of pictures hanging from the ceiling of a completely white studio set. Still, I think it fits the tone of the show in general - what makes London Below isn't just the magic and the chaos and the general insanity, it's that there's still 'kilter' in the 'off kilter'. Rather than splitting from the ordinary, it messes with it. It's the kind of fantasy world which might look a little bargain basement and cobbled together.

Not that I want to sell it short. It's also wonderfully funny and deeply sinister. Watching it again, I notice things I'd never noticed before. Jessica has a picture of herself on her desk, identical to the one Richard has - and I've never seen it. It's a great sight gag, but it's on screen for a matter of seconds. I love things like that, the attention to detail.

I'm not a Neil Gaiman fangirl (mostly because 'Neverwhere' is the only thing of his I've seen/read/read), but I love this series. I used to think it was because it changed the way I look at things, so that it made me more prone to imagine that there were remarkable things lurking just out of reach, peeking out from behind the ordinary. While this is true, I now think it's more that the series takes you back to childhood. When I was a kid I used to think that a witch lived round the corner from me, that a jabberwocky lived in my cupboard and that earwigs really would curl up into your ear and make you deaf. Despite the fact it's a very dark show indeed, it taps into that childhood experience.

So what I'm essentially saying, is that Neil Gaiman is the reason I still check my wardrobe for Narnia. And is why I take extra special care to Mind the Gap. :-)
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22 April 2009 @ 09:15 pm

This just seems...mad. Not that anything like this is ever positive news but it seems almost surreal. Something from a film, or something that will taken down and used in a history text book at some point in the future. I suppose the horrible oddness is that all these massive, almost epic things have condensed down in this person's life and brought tragedy.

I'm probably explaining it badly. Something about it just stopped me in my tracks.

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06 February 2009 @ 08:11 pm
Who is cuter: Bret or Jemaine?
Jemaine! He wields the power of the talking stove! Although Bret is pretty adorable too.
01 January 2009 @ 12:40 pm
Happy New Year everyone!

I hope 2009 brings you all that you want.
10 June 2008 @ 08:24 pm
Long day. Loooong day. Not because it was bad, but because once again I have very little to do. That's how it seems to work in my current job - I have nothing to do or it's utter, utter chaos. Still, I'm off tomorrow to attend a job interview. Ironically, applying for the job took me all of an hour, most of that writing a covering e-mail and then attaching my CV, whereas the ones I take actually time over don't get me anywhere. The job itself isn't a dream job. Its main appeal lies in the fact that it pays a little bit more and it's not where I am now. Hopefully, it would be less of a commute, although I think there's only about 15 minutes in it. I think if I got it I'd be tempted to take it for those three points, especially if you chuck in my fear of getting stuck in a rut. If nothing else, my interview is at 9:45 which means that it's over and done with early and I can have the rest of the day to myself. Hurrah.

Watched some of the 'Primeval' marathon over the weekend. It's...fairly crap isn't it? And yet also completely addictive and cracktastic. You are reading the blog of someone who has a deep and abiding love of 'Robin Hood'. Throw some Arab-Lady-Ninja-Assasins in there and you win my loyalty forever, ITV3!

Tonight, I'm going to finish the dishes, chill out and watch up some TV. Then I'm going to try and get some sleep. I had some weird dreams about job interviews last night and kept waking up, convinced that my interview was today. 

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25 May 2008 @ 10:02 am
'Doctor Who' trailer, shown after Eurovision: 


Went to Eurovision party last night. Too sleepy right now to flail around like the fangirl I am but I'm pretty excited nonetheless. Just drinking some tea to wake me, up then I'm heading out to meet a friend.

Longer sentences to follow later. Maybe.

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11 May 2008 @ 05:45 pm
I think I'm in the minority when I say this...

...but 'Doctor Who' last night was a bit rubbish, really. Lovely idea in principle and 10/10 for Doctor angst but too many things bugged me about it. 

Wow. I actually ended up really liking an two-parter of 'Doctor Who' written by Helen Raynor. Who knew?

And that is why I should never be allowed to watch 'Doctor Who' alone.

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27 April 2008 @ 01:32 pm
I think I'm in love:


(Also, Zoe looks almost exactly like my cat.)
08 March 2008 @ 02:08 pm
This morning I have been mostly writing, mostly. It's shockingly bad writing but at least it's something. I was worried that my very boring job was rotting my already significantly-rotted-by-TV-and-e-numbers mind, so it's nice to give my right brain a bit of an exercise. I've also been out and met cybersydfor lunch, and gone to the library and taken some books out on Italian cooking. 

I feel like I've actually done something this morning. Although, just to restore the slacking off on Saturday balance I've also been watching 'The Daemons' (a Pertwee-era 'Doctor Who' episode) on YouTube. I remember watching it when I was still at school and the BBC ran repeats of cult sixties and seventies TV (along with ''The Man From Uncle', 'The Champions', 'Randall and Hopkirk' and even a little 'Sapphire and Steel'). The most abiding memory I have of it is not the show itself, not UNIT being zapped by creepy gargoyles, it's of being absolutely TERRIFIED. It's mercifully not as scary this time round but it's much wittier than I remember. I luff YouTube, I do.

The Italian food is for a murder mystery themed dinner. I got the game from my mum this Christmas. It looks cheesy but fun, even if I have ended up having to go as a man. There are costume suggestions and everything. I'm depressingly excited aout the whole thing.

Anyway, I'm off to write a bit more, to watch more of 'The Daemons' and to have a brew or nine. I'm also going to see 'The Other Boleyn Girl' with Hayley tonight. Yay for Eric Bana! I'll just try to not think about Henry's gout and STDs in later life, and the fact he was so bloated by the end that his guts exploded after he died. That's...well, that's just less sexy. And was always left out of my History lessons at school.
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