Oh GIP GIP GIP look at them.  And at the risk of overstatement....

Made, nay, crafted with the fingers of an angel by
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...and yes, it's been a while. And will continue to be a while, if you see what I mean. Do I need to bleat on about RL being a bitch for me? Nope. So I shan't.  However, excuses get you nowhere, rightly, so on we plod like a shirehorse on clay ho ho.

I have several new cases of hero worship to report though.

Denis Diderot, the French writer (any ( Read more... )

 Where hugging meets asphyxiation. Or, how Gary Neville is embracing the new order, literally.

Ah me. Johnny's face, from what we can see of it fair screams "Save me!" doesn't it? Nice game fellas. Thank you for that. You did owe us one after all.


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GARY NEVILLEEngland just seems a better place with The Neviller at right-back. They say you don't miss your water until your well runs dry, or rather until you start thinking about the ( Read more... )

...and thank you.

( Because, to paraphrase Colin Farrell in Alexander, he IS David Beckham. And trying not to love him is an exercise in futility.... )

Right well, it's a fic prompted by this afternoon's horrors. It's a mess. It was written whilst in a state of shock and it therefore fluffs at levels dangerous to the average human.

No beta (as if), no coherence. Shippiness in extremis oh and it never happened cos I get so caught up with my babies that disclaimers start to feel like lies, ( Read more... )

If only my life was like this everyday, hey girls ( Read more... )

Yikes. I seem to be developing a curiosity for things that do not result in mansex. Tsk. Temporary madness one hopes ( Read more... )

I've seen it. Brokeback Mountain. And it is good, yes. So click below for my not-objective-at-all view of it. And please forgive the crapness of the writing. I feel rather stunned still and it's affecting my cerebral cortex.

( Just in case it constitutes spoilerage.... )

...today we did the Christmas en famille thing in a pub in Richmond-on-Thames, which was jolly but would have been jollier if most of us, as per usual with these things, hadn't been laid lowish with the evil head cold and therefore coughing and sneezing over the festive board. Tch. Always the same with my lot. I can count the Christmasses we have ( Read more... )