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Watching LoM US. It hurts. So badly. So much pain. Who is this imposter and how dare he call himself Sam Tyler? And Gene? God, what have they done to you...? God, and nicking some of the music from the proper Life on Mars, too. *wails and rends garments? EDIT: 'You have a soft face'? No, no actually, he doesn't. He has a chiselled chin and looks like a twat. Now, one reasonably could have said this to Simm!Sam, but not this prig. FURTHER EDIT: Sam twists Gene's arm behind his back? Clearly the so-called writers of this have missed a vital part of Sam and Gene's relationship. FURTHER FURTHER EDIT: Where the bloody hell is Nelson? What sort of pallid excuse for a CID boozer is that? ... And showing us 'Sam' in a coma? Half the allure of the concept of LoM is the ambiguity! Sam doesn't know if he's mad, in a coma, or back in time, and nor do we! ;LJABSDG;LKJHASGDF;LASDHGFS Tags: augh, fangirlism for the win, life on mars
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Prestatyn Carnival was today. XD I wish they'd stop calling it a carnival. It's a load of dirty trailers with bits of tissue paper stuck to the sides, and girls in ugly bridesmaid dresses sitting in the open boots of cars driving down the high street. SO MANY BATON TWIRLERS AND FOLK DANCERS. I forget I'm living in the land of the eisteddfod now. We had morris-dancing and well-dressing in Derby, but omg the Welsh take this shit SERIOUSLY. One of the marching bands was really good (made me miss Guide parade! *nostalgia*) but the rest, eurgh, embarrassing. It all seems very cringeworthy and AmericaniZed. It's very very beauty-pageant. SKINCRAWL. And people don't know when to give up! Seeing a Ford drive past with its boot open and a late-teenage girl in there who really should be out taking drugs and catching chlamydia, wearing a fugly meringue of a prom dress and a plastic tiara and a sash informing us all that she was the Abergele Empress in 2004... bit sad. Stop now. Give it up. Cleverness today: burned myself with a soldering iron, dropped my purse so all my change went rolling off down the high street, stood on the poodle and made him screech, knocked a cup of hot tea all over myself (pain not so bad, but looking and feeling like you've pissed yourself is never pleasant), and rammed wire so deep under my nail I had to literally bite through my lip and make it bleed so I wouldn't black out from ~PAIN~ >.< It was just One Of Those Days. Nothing to do with anything, but WHEN IS MYLEENE KLASS GOING TO MARRY ME? Mood: aggravated Music: Crazy Love - Marianne Faithfull
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So I'm back! The holiday was fabulous. There was sun, sea, sand, sangria, sightseeing, swimming, singing... I'm running out of "s" words *g* also musicals and mountains and castles and palm trees and lolcats and cheezburgers and tapas and paella and 502 photographs (and that's just mine *coughs*) Now I am off to catch up a bit on LJ and bounce MADLY all over anyone who mentioned the fact that Mark Cavendish has won FOUR stages of the Tour de France and I think maybe I'm dreaming a bit *flails happily* (and nothing else at all has happened in the Tour at all at all... except there is quite an exciting race for the Yellow Jersey... nothing else though *glares at idiots*) Please to be leaving links to your reviews of Dr Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog (with no spoilers in the link text) so I can read them once I've seen it. Also link me to any weddings/engagements/new jobs/horrible illnesses/exciting news that I'm likely to miss *g* Am now off to teach myself how to speak in proper sentences after a week spent speaking LOLcat-ese (have you accepted Ceiling Cat as your personal saviour?) *clings to flist and promises never to leave again* (until next time) Tags: cycling, friends, holiday, t00b, tdf 08, travel Mood: pleased
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