Do you fear the valley?
Well, it's the end of two fun days with spacefall.
The SHSL meeting was interesting, the venue caused a few difficulties but I've just had an e-mail from Catherine Cooke saying that they're not going to cash any of the cheques, which is really quite good of them but in view of the cost of having to pay for all the food I think it would be a bit of a drain on the SHSL funds. Wonder if I can make my cheque a donation...
It was quite cool to get an introduction (I was attending my first meeting) and everyone was friendly. There was a bit of a mini-revolt during Catherine's talk about the historical background to VALL, but I think that Catherine and the woman in question tend to clash quite a bit anyway - she left and we shuffled around a bit to make space closer in. Both talks will be published (hopefully) in the January journal.
After the meeting spacefall and me retired back to my flat and settled down to watch Russian!Hound, quite a lot of hilarity ensued mostly from the random music (which I love!) and of course, Watson & Sir Henry getting completely pissed... Laptop had a bit of a tantrum at the end of part one (obviously dropping a hint) and we called it a night.
This morning we finished watching HOUND (on the TV as the laptop was still in a mood), and then dropped of my laundry and toddled into the West End. Unfortunately the London Transport Museum Shop was shut (re-opens 30th March - blah), so we headed off to Neal's Yard for food. I have probably eaten healthier in the last few days than I have in a very long time...
Thanks to spacefall's encouragement, I am doing animated lemon!Mycroft and onion!Lestrade love. Currently sourcing a good strip song (yes an onion can strip) and then tomorrow going up to Robert Dyas to buy some skewers (well I have to move them somehow!), which of course will be edited it out. Some parts with be live, others will be stop-motion-type things.
Oh, for anyone interested - PC Zone gave the new Sherlock Holmes game 50%. (And according to them it's £19.99, but I've only seen it for £30)
Inspired by a discussion on Saturday...
Title: Hidden Secrets
Rating: U
Synopsis: Holmes really isn't as good at keeping secrets as he thinks he is.
For ten minutes I had been trying to read my newspaper. It was proving to be somewhat difficult thanks to various bumps, thuds and mild curses coming from Holmes's room. I sighed, folded up the paper and opened the bedroom door.
Sherlock Holmes was crawling about on the floor, he was pulling things out from under the bed and searching with a lantern under it. The bedding was in a complete state of disarray, as was most of the room.
"What are you looking for?" I asked.
"Nothing." He replied a little stiffly.
"There seems to be a lot of mess for 'nothing'."
"Don't be facetious."
"Sorry. Er... do you want a hand?"
"No."
"Alright." I turned and headed back into the sitting room.
Half an hour later, Sherlock Holmes had given up his search for whatever and was now sitting in his customary arm chair, in a foul mood. I had given up any attempt to talk to him and had retreated into one of my most excellent sea novels. Holmes sat in his chair brooding, smoking his disgusting pipe and his brow furrowed in concentration.
Mrs Hudson entered with a tray bearing out dinner when Holmes suddenly shot to his feet.
"Mrs Hudson, how many times have I specifically asked you *NOT* to touch my personal property?" He snapped somewhat aggressively.
"Holmes!"
He ignored me. "I will not have you interfering with my private things!"
Mrs Hudson sighed and fished her hand into the front of her apron. She brought out a rather threadbare looking stuffed mouse. It had evidentially seen better days.
"It was looking a bit tatty so I gave it a wash, repaired its ear and put a new eye on it." She handed it to Holmes, who turned a deep colour of crimson. "Really, Mr Holmes." She took the empty tray, crossed to the door and left.
I tried to disguise my laughter as Holmes stood in the middle of the room holding the stuffed mouse.
"Don't even think about saying a word."
"I wouldn't dream of it." I replied with a grin. "Considering how long we've known each other, I've never referred to your stuffed mouse once have I?"
Holmes blushed again.
The SHSL meeting was interesting, the venue caused a few difficulties but I've just had an e-mail from Catherine Cooke saying that they're not going to cash any of the cheques, which is really quite good of them but in view of the cost of having to pay for all the food I think it would be a bit of a drain on the SHSL funds. Wonder if I can make my cheque a donation...
It was quite cool to get an introduction (I was attending my first meeting) and everyone was friendly. There was a bit of a mini-revolt during Catherine's talk about the historical background to VALL, but I think that Catherine and the woman in question tend to clash quite a bit anyway - she left and we shuffled around a bit to make space closer in. Both talks will be published (hopefully) in the January journal.
After the meeting spacefall and me retired back to my flat and settled down to watch Russian!Hound, quite a lot of hilarity ensued mostly from the random music (which I love!) and of course, Watson & Sir Henry getting completely pissed... Laptop had a bit of a tantrum at the end of part one (obviously dropping a hint) and we called it a night.
This morning we finished watching HOUND (on the TV as the laptop was still in a mood), and then dropped of my laundry and toddled into the West End. Unfortunately the London Transport Museum Shop was shut (re-opens 30th March - blah), so we headed off to Neal's Yard for food. I have probably eaten healthier in the last few days than I have in a very long time...
Thanks to spacefall's encouragement, I am doing animated lemon!Mycroft and onion!Lestrade love. Currently sourcing a good strip song (yes an onion can strip) and then tomorrow going up to Robert Dyas to buy some skewers (well I have to move them somehow!), which of course will be edited it out. Some parts with be live, others will be stop-motion-type things.
Oh, for anyone interested - PC Zone gave the new Sherlock Holmes game 50%. (And according to them it's £19.99, but I've only seen it for £30)
Inspired by a discussion on Saturday...
Title: Hidden Secrets
Rating: U
Synopsis: Holmes really isn't as good at keeping secrets as he thinks he is.
For ten minutes I had been trying to read my newspaper. It was proving to be somewhat difficult thanks to various bumps, thuds and mild curses coming from Holmes's room. I sighed, folded up the paper and opened the bedroom door.
Sherlock Holmes was crawling about on the floor, he was pulling things out from under the bed and searching with a lantern under it. The bedding was in a complete state of disarray, as was most of the room.
"What are you looking for?" I asked.
"Nothing." He replied a little stiffly.
"There seems to be a lot of mess for 'nothing'."
"Don't be facetious."
"Sorry. Er... do you want a hand?"
"No."
"Alright." I turned and headed back into the sitting room.
Half an hour later, Sherlock Holmes had given up his search for whatever and was now sitting in his customary arm chair, in a foul mood. I had given up any attempt to talk to him and had retreated into one of my most excellent sea novels. Holmes sat in his chair brooding, smoking his disgusting pipe and his brow furrowed in concentration.
Mrs Hudson entered with a tray bearing out dinner when Holmes suddenly shot to his feet.
"Mrs Hudson, how many times have I specifically asked you *NOT* to touch my personal property?" He snapped somewhat aggressively.
"Holmes!"
He ignored me. "I will not have you interfering with my private things!"
Mrs Hudson sighed and fished her hand into the front of her apron. She brought out a rather threadbare looking stuffed mouse. It had evidentially seen better days.
"It was looking a bit tatty so I gave it a wash, repaired its ear and put a new eye on it." She handed it to Holmes, who turned a deep colour of crimson. "Really, Mr Holmes." She took the empty tray, crossed to the door and left.
I tried to disguise my laughter as Holmes stood in the middle of the room holding the stuffed mouse.
"Don't even think about saying a word."
"I wouldn't dream of it." I replied with a grin. "Considering how long we've known each other, I've never referred to your stuffed mouse once have I?"
Holmes blushed again.