You had plenty money 1922

I find it a bit weird that I apparently have my writing mojo back. Of course, this is utterly false advertising - will probably degenerate into narnia/original terrible cliche fic that never emerges from my notebooks unless it's one sentence taken out of it and then used three years down the line.

Currently the vague idea on the burner is Eustace's family post-Silver Chair going for family dinner with the Pevensies in the 'why yes, fandom, have you not heard of National Service' verse. LAST BATTLE DID NOT HAPPEN. LALALALALALA. Which means I get to look in on Lucy and Susan. Though I have no idea if this will just degenerate into cliche. To have Edmund and Peter having at least done some service will require figuring out ages, and what the hell everyone's doing. Still, should be fun to see Pevensies vs. Harold and Alberta, even if it never goes any further than notebook. Have to keep reminding self that no, this is not taking place in the nano (pevensies stayed post Prince Caspian). Eustace is not allowed to make any comments about Susan marrying that Spanish nutter Caspian. Though I really, really want to see Eustace yelping about the fact that he wants to be let off at the Spanish branch of the British Consul in VoTD the film since they went to the effort of establishing the Telmarines as *very* obviously of Spanish descent. With accents.

This reminds me that I really need to unearth the Pevensie parents trying to cope with their weirdo kids thing.

Other fic idea - the one that's been knocking around for years, the QAF 30s valet fic. I may have moaned previously that now I'm making an effort to get it started, Vince has become Bertie Wooster but Stuart still sounds like himself. Still happening. Dammit. Aside from the fact that I'm suddenly needing a load of details - will have to hunt down that list of books taraljc gave me when I was writing nano. Problem being of course that it no longer qualifies as QAF fic if Vince doesn't start sounding like himself again. Oh well. Still plotting. And in the weird situation that no sex is even on the horizon, though I can see how easily you could slash the two of them. Taz is making snickering sounds about it being nano. :eyes her beadily: Two valet fics in a year is bad form, one feels.

In other news, I need opinions. Need new bikini I can swim in. http://is.gd/c4bgc or http://is.gd/c4bhv ?

Title : Paul McGann Doesn't Count
Author : Gunbunny
E-Mail : kabukivice@beeb.net
Fandom : QAF
Pairing : Vince/Stuart
Rating : sex! unexpurgated sex! Dr Who!
Summary : Vince doesn't want to be Stuart's consolation prize. S2.
Disclaimer : Not mine. Russell's. Also, blame dolores for making this longer than the first scene.
Feedback : I accept burnt offerings and alcohol.
Archive : http://burntcopper.com/fic , anywhere else feel free.

( Paul McGann Doesn't Count )

Finally figured out how to do that sodding Jack Harkness/SGA story which has to be done pre-Torchwood debut. There's this little thing called 'Five Things'.

This fortnight has been declared Theatre Fortnight. Or possible Globe + Wicked. If you haven't seen anything at the Globe yet, GOGOGOGOGOGOGO. Utterly fantastic and it's 5 quid. You have no excuse.

Globe itself is brilliant, standing and shifting about means you're more involved, and they're quite happy about throwing things into the crowd or charging through it. Fab stage, and we fully approve of the concept of soup, sandwiches and tubs of sweets available for munchies. Warmer inside than out, and no drafts. So far, seen In Extremis, new play about Abelard and Heloise (12th century lovers, both went into church), which is about wordplay, philosophy, religious nuttiness and sex. V. funny, v. thoughtful, great acting. For jamjar and megolas (who I absolutely bullied, *bullied* I tell you, into getting tickets for this next tues), Antony and Cleopatra is .. huh. Interesting. Brilliant performances, Frances Barber as Cleopatra is amazing, especially in the last scene and one scene in the first act where she gets bad news. I guess my 'huh' reaction is to the play itself, since it's a very different beast from, say, Julius Caesar. More soliloquoy-ish, less in the way of great speeches or conversation, though it does have several famous quotes. Also, after watching it, I now seriously want Rome S2 *now*, since manipulative cold fish in the form of Octavian are just too much fun to watch. Also, James Puresex and the girl playing Cleopatra as obsessive .... *thud*. A tad pouty that I didn't go earlier in the season, as might have been able to get tickets for Titus Andronicus, which sold out weeks ago on all groundling due to the sheer amount of blood and audience participation. 700 tickets for groundlings per performance, and they sold out? :wails at injustice of world:

Due to listening to way too much Noel Coward, especially 'Mad about the boy' and 'We all wear a green carnation', I now have urge to see Stuart and Vince in the 30s. Either as both gadabout boys around town, or valets, or valets and master... um. jamjar, this is all your fault for talking about Bruce and Clark earlier last week. I think Jeeves and Wooster is turning out to be my completely bloody bulletproof kink.

Wicked tonight. :gibbers happily: