My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

"...the university is Cambridge, long a hotbed of righteous tolerance, spiritual heavy-petting and homo hysteria." - Stephen Fry

For no reason whatsoever, I swear, this made me smile.

Meanwhile...

Ever tried to swim upstream at Town Hall station at peak hour? I am bruised. If I were an American football player, I'd be crying big wet girly tears right now.
( more: what's up Doc? )

No real news today. I fully intended to attempt adventures, but meetings and lashing rain has put paid to that. I didn't even get to nip down to the bookshop. But I will say, lawks, have you seen Laurence's brother?
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The two men try to steel themselves for a serious conclusion. Fassbender looks over at Cunningham and asks: “Have we forgotten to tell him anything?” Cunningham shrugs, smirks, then adds: “Other than the fact that we’re lovers, no.” Steve McQueen’s Hunger: featuring one of cinema's greatest ever scenes ( Michael Fassbender & Liam Cunningham )

Sorry, just had to share that quote. And also apparently invoke an impromptu Liam Cunningham festival on what started out as a rather grim Saturday, so I caught up on my telly which meant Liam in Murphy's Law and Liam in Messiah (which also featured a wee Sam Troughton). Enjoyed both though neither offered anything particularly new, although it's unfair to accuse Messiah of ripping off Dexter, but since I've seen it after Dexter, that's the way I'm viewing it.
( more: royal society for the protection of detective sergeants )

It was a weekend of vintage tv dectectives, timelords, tarzan's grip and interesting rashes. Oh yeah, and folks other than me are having sex in my underwear.
( more: when London landmarks attack )

So, Friday. Back in the days, so long ago now, when it was still winter, not summer. Anyways, Himself went mad at the grower's market and we had bangers and mash for tea: organic pork and guiness sausages, organic mashed spuds, organic salad and gluten free tapioca pudding for desert. Mind you, that's a 100km round trip so we won't be going organic too often, methinks.

Sausages weren't as good as they could be and Himself was carrying on about being expected to grill sausages without his special Nazi sausage pricking fork. Ditto mashing the tatties. Seriously, we have a Nazi sausage pricking fork. It was from some relative of my mother's who was a POW and carried this fork with him across Europe when the German army was in retreat, or some such story (you know how family stories are). Nevertheless, we have a Nazi fork. Unspeakable regime, but bitchin' cutlery. You'll find no finer fork for pricking sausages or fishing pickles out of jars, as you might expect. However, it was starting to really degrade and I had to ban Himself from using it, being as its historical and everything. Hence the grizzling over insufficiently pricked sausages. Communist forks just don't do it like fascist forks, apparently.
( more: damn those twisted Catholic boys )

Guess wot woz on telly last night? Burn Notice! It wasn't in the printed guides but it popped up in the Foxtel guide all of a sudden and lo, there it was. Fancy that. Well, I do, actually, so I was well pleased. Escpecially as it was back to the MacGyver shenanigans we love so much rather than the entirely lame 'arc' that every show has to lumbered with these days.

Ya know, I loved arcs when they first started to come into vogue. It made sense that characters evolved, rather than hitting the reset button from week to week, to a ridiculous extent, but there should only be an arc if there really needs to be one, you know? We don't ever need to know who burnt Michael, really we don't. And if they're harking back to old timey shows we should never know. But that's just me.
( more: baby, you're the ginchiest )

No tongue. That's what I want from a lunch: no tongue. At least, that was my request when Himself decided to make authentic 30s sandwiches from authentic 30s recipes for our Fred and Ginger double feature. There was a lot of tongue and anchovies going on back in the Great Depression, but we managed to escape with egg and watercress sandwiches and a Waldorfy one.

And Fred and Ginge were fun, too. Made a change from 70s coppers, which I seem to have been on, for a while now.
( more: It's an action/suspense, uh, romantic melodrama with lots of comedy, of course. And, uh, deep down underneath, a substrata of social comment )

It was a weekend of much activity but precious little achievement but at least there were occasional Fox glimpses.
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"The growing on-screen relationship between Lewis and Det Sgt Hathaway, played by Laurence Fox, is becoming increasingly important..." - Lewis in action for new series

I'm fairly sure they don't mean any Janto type action is at all in the offing, but I must admit, it did make me smile in any case. And besides, I don't find Jack/Ianto a particularly healthy or convincing relationship anyway. Oh, I tried, and it was very, very cute and the snog in that episode made me go BWEE! but the foliage frolics, not so much, though maybe I was just cold, overtired and had a headache (and it was sixth months later, too).
( more: five go mad in Cardiff )

This has not been a good week. I had such high hopes, but alas, they've all been crushed underfoot and nothing has gone to plan and I seem to be under the most dreadful jinx - I can't even walk into my room without sending all my dvds flying.
( more: get me out of here! )