Surprise visitors of two very different types
On this week’s Vinyl Café episode the Story Exchange tale has an AU Fraser in it. No, really. You’ll know him when you hear it. There’s no mistaking him.
So I started watching The Walking Dead. Given that I live alone, am a tiny little woman, can be startled into a quivering heap by a leaf blowing down the street outside and am in general cowardy custard, this might not have been thought to be a good idea. Reason and good sense are not always to be trusted, though, because as it turns out it was an excellent idea. I absolutely love it. I mean, the occasional flashes of zombies shuffling into my bedroom at 3am haven’t been great, but apart from that I adore it from start to finish. There’s an empty world, slow zombies (slow, as least, until they lumber into a stampede), and shedloads of blood and gore. I don’t like blood and gore. But I like this blood and gore.
I skimmed a few tweets on the hashtag #walkingdead and, while squinting to avoid spoilers, wondered why people seemed so keen on Darryl, the “redneck” character. Then I kept watching. And now I get it. Totally. He is made of awesome. Not to spoil anyone else, but this is a guy who, when finding himself locked in an underground bunker and told that the doors are designed to withstand a rocket, nevertheless carries on trying to batter his way out with an axe. The guy’s a legend.
I like Rick, too, who I think is a believable mixture of heartbreak, fear and determination, and has a natural style of leadership. I also like that he and his wife do genuinely seem to make a good team. Jeffrey DeMunn is also made of awesomesauce, and I don’t even mind that, to me, his younger self will always be the utterly terrifying Andrei Chikatilo in Citizen X.
So, la la la, I shall be going looking for discussion and analysis of the show, and rewatching it over the summer when I won’t have to worry about fear because I’ll be surrounded by people including my bro-in-law who’s in the SAS. Ha! In yo faces, zombies!
Sun's shining, birds are singing, nothing makes me quite as chirpy as sunshine after a week of rain and only one full day of work left before Christmas holidays. Come ooooon, holidays.