Yule and soaps
Dec. 6th, 2006 12:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
gah. I need to start thinking about presents for family. Cousins this year. er. (there's 7 of them) and these have to be bought, wrapped, and off-loaded at the post office by the 16th. Hopefully inspiration will strike before I have to resort to the comedy table at Waterstones. Or I resort to the fudge from Burnt Sugar. Already got a small stash for last minute small ones.
Watched Holby City for Peter Wingfield.
Got slightly thrown because I haven't watched a soap in years, and thus do not have soap-watching mindset. No, really, I'm serious. They intercut between storylines really fast, so you're left going 'I have no idea what's going on - argh, what's going on?' Also, it's more about the doctors than the patients, so you couldn't play 'who's going to die this week' as well as you can with Casualty. Though the most boring, blameless one did die. Also kept being thrown by the 'hey it's that guy' factor. Determined with help from flatmate that one was so familiar because he used to do loads of kids tv. And I'm sure one of the detectives was on Casualty at one point.
Peter, you're playing Methos again. You really are. Cool, collected, clearly attractive bastard who doesn't actually care what people think, damn good at his job, and knows way too much about everything else. Also, explained the nose thing to the flatmate. 'Which one's the one you wanted to watch?' 'Him. Look for the nose.' 'The nose? I don't see -' Peter turns to give us a profile. 'Ah. got it.'
Walked into Paperchase to get decorations for flat. Paperchase appear to have decided to go with the Priscilla Queen of the Desert/Moulin Rouge theme this year. Seriously. Feathers on everything, as well as beading and mini-chandeliers. Christmas this year apparently comes in fuschia, purple, black, white, silver, and some sort of bluey-green. Y'know, peacock. Also, we will be accessorising with birds, butterflies, ballet dancers, big starbursts and reindeer. Except when I looked at the tags, the starbursts were apparently suns. And the reindeer? Quite clearly not reindeer. Normal deer that you get in Europe. Label said 'stag'. So it is also a medieval midwinter fest.
Here's to Drink-Your-Urine Day, people. May it get one step closer to Yule every year.
Watched Holby City for Peter Wingfield.
Got slightly thrown because I haven't watched a soap in years, and thus do not have soap-watching mindset. No, really, I'm serious. They intercut between storylines really fast, so you're left going 'I have no idea what's going on - argh, what's going on?' Also, it's more about the doctors than the patients, so you couldn't play 'who's going to die this week' as well as you can with Casualty. Though the most boring, blameless one did die. Also kept being thrown by the 'hey it's that guy' factor. Determined with help from flatmate that one was so familiar because he used to do loads of kids tv. And I'm sure one of the detectives was on Casualty at one point.
Peter, you're playing Methos again. You really are. Cool, collected, clearly attractive bastard who doesn't actually care what people think, damn good at his job, and knows way too much about everything else. Also, explained the nose thing to the flatmate. 'Which one's the one you wanted to watch?' 'Him. Look for the nose.' 'The nose? I don't see -' Peter turns to give us a profile. 'Ah. got it.'
Walked into Paperchase to get decorations for flat. Paperchase appear to have decided to go with the Priscilla Queen of the Desert/Moulin Rouge theme this year. Seriously. Feathers on everything, as well as beading and mini-chandeliers. Christmas this year apparently comes in fuschia, purple, black, white, silver, and some sort of bluey-green. Y'know, peacock. Also, we will be accessorising with birds, butterflies, ballet dancers, big starbursts and reindeer. Except when I looked at the tags, the starbursts were apparently suns. And the reindeer? Quite clearly not reindeer. Normal deer that you get in Europe. Label said 'stag'. So it is also a medieval midwinter fest.
Here's to Drink-Your-Urine Day, people. May it get one step closer to Yule every year.
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