before I leave you for galactica...

[burntcopper]

Off to convention. Decided on jedi gear, the posh dress, and my usual 'tiny skirt and top'. Doing last bit of packing. Realised I forgot the mars bars, and it turns out I didn't finish the baileys from last time. (for those of you who don't know, the convention involves a rather strict diet) Pondering if the Sex, Chips and Rock 'n' Roll soundtrack will count in 'most obscure things James Callis will be asked to sign this weekend'. Found this. (let's just say a certain line made me sporfle).

On the twelfth day of Christmas, burntcopper sent to me...

Twelve 3janes drumming

Eleven celiakas piping

Ten porphyres a-leaping

Nine musicals dancing

Eight thorntons a-milking

Seven films a-swimming

Six orangutangs a-writing

Five da-a-a-aniel boys

Four stargate atlantis

Three indiana jones

Two new adventures

...and a discworld in a paul bettany.

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