I just booked everything. I'm a bit wary, I got a hotel for four nights, including a Friday and Saturday right in the middle of Sydney, next to Hyde Park, for less than 350 bucks. I saw pictures too, it's quite pretty and has a rooftop pool :D

I'll leave February Sydney to organise when this hoopla is over. I'm supposed to go to Pip's play in Carlton tonight but all this organising has fatigued me.

I need the Shaun episode of Good News Week.

I am wearing an excellent bra (it's PURPLE) and watching too much Will and Grace. I don't particularly like it but am a little bit in love with Karen.

Annette finished her course and invited people down to her family's place in Rosebud last week. We had one nice day at the beach before the sky got sad, although it was a very, very nice one day. The water was shallow forever and impossibly clear. I love how clear sea water looks impossibly clear. Then the rest of the week we were inside shivering with no dvds. My skin is as pasty as ever but now with added insect and arachnid bites. It was an odd time, Annette's friend invited her friends who were all young bogans. Not unpleasant, after all it is nice to occasionally get drunk with people one can feel superior too in a soft, unsatisfying way. A social experiment. Less threatening than people I'm actually interested in.
Highlights - I added 19 Beatles songs to my itunes, I now have 94, or 4.2 hours worth.
- I discovered the November issue of the Age Melbourne Magazine. It has a yellow Micallef-y cover and a knee-quiveringly delightful interview.
- I bought a book of 'Freaky Facts' for $4.30 from Safeway. Tiger Shark embryos fight in the womb, only the survivor is born.
I've already found 2 mistakes with my QI knowledge.

Further 3rd-week-in-November joy = on Tuesday Gemma and I went to the filming of a pilot comedy/panel show. It was at Granada in Richmond and the crowd was too little. I don't like the Granada warm up guy, instead of getting us in a silly, relaxed mood he takes too much time telling us how to cheer and laugh and then repeating himself, which just made us scornful and self-righteous. The show was all right, they didn't seem to have worked out the concept at all, but Julian Morrow hosted and Sam Simmons and Celia Pacquola were on, and Anthony Ackroyd was sitting to the side for the whole time, apparently to be in one shot :) At one point the strange warm up guy was telling us about the studio, he demonstrated where they put the bleachers for the footy show (just an e.g of how fascinating he was) and said "anyone want tickets to the footy show?" and wonderfully we were all silent, that made me so happy. Then I was made even happier, one of the cool camera guys (they were all draped over the equipment :) said "they used to be free but we have to charge now. We've got to come up with 200 grand" and warm up guy said "is Sam going to front any of that?" and camera guy scoffed and said "no" and the crew members who were listening all rolled their eyes and looked revolted. Its nice to know that the poor people who have to work with Sam think he's a tosser, in low moments I sometimes almost believe he's still on air because he's respected, but those are extremely low moments. I mean, as if. He makes me sick.

Plans for this week - buy a Peter Combe (with special guest the Bedroom Philosopher! I am deliriously excited) ticket.
- Sort out a hotel for Sydney, and a way to get up there.
- apply for ABC work experience.
- hug Micallef. If possible whilst listening to the Beatles.

Jonathan Safran Foer was on ellen yesterday. He's so pretty and clever and good. I want to be gooder.

I only just got this album.
which reminds me, Jonathan Safran Foer has a new book.

I finished watching the first season of the Sopranos today. I didn't start until after I'd seen a couple of Nurse Jackies, Edie Falco's fabulous. I didn't like any of the characters in the Sopranos, I wasn't really interested in watching it but it was on the library shelf and god forbid I should have too much time to think.
I love all of the characters in Nurse Jackie.

My eyes are too wide today. Mel's putting together a zine, she's going to take the first one to something in Perth this weekend and asked me to contribute. She's taking care of the brilliant artwork and wanted some words to put beside it. I fell apart a bit, but at the same time as the guilt and shame were clawing at my stomach I was excited. Maybe with some practice I could add something worthwhile and in the meantime feeling obligated to write something whole must be better for me than worrying myself sick about these shitty admin jobs I don't want and wouldn't be good at.

it was the French QI last night :))
Phil - is that like medieval text talk? They never write the whole word. 'We've invaded Britain, LOL.'
Stephen - O.M.G.

I just had a strange interview. It sounded like an excellent job, involved mostly knocking about an office by myself in case the phone rang, but I just want money enough to get away again not a proper job with actual responsibilities, eek. Also I feel particularly gross this morning. It occurred to me that as stressful and overwhelming and laced with panic-attacks as London was I didn't really feel gross there, maybe because it was an adventure so I was too busy being full of adrenalin. Anyway I've got the Shaun tickets now, so there's at leat a mini-adventure nearby. I'm going 4 nights and even though I bought a different number of tickets for each show I have the same seat, in the middle of row B, every night except on the 17th when I have the seat beside it :)

further excitement - I got seasons 2 and 3 of the West Wing off the shelf in the library, an unheard of coup. There is piano again tonight in Ysolde's lovely little house with her awesome cats. And QI.

I'm not making proper sense. Maybe I'll got for a swim.
First look, Brideshead bits.

( looky looky )

:-O)
I've been thinking of hitting Sydney for awhile, it'd be grand to see Ellie and Dakota again (the gals I met in Sheffield my first week in the UK who then gave me their train passes which got me to Scotland twice and Belfast and for which I can never ever express enough gratitude) and Emily will include Syd in her oz itinerary and it'd just be nice. I was going to wait until next year and sort it out with Emily but GAAAAHHHHH

So, new plan. I still haven't got a Patrick Wolf ticket but assuming I get one eventually... he's here on the 14th then up, up, until the 20th then to Perth. I am sad to sacrifice Louis time :( who I believe is only in Perth until the 23rd?? but it obviously can't be helped. I'll tag along with him to NZ, he'll love that. I'll put a bit Japan visit in the books for next year. I'll get him TWO Christmas presents *gasp*.

I've already bought the first ticket and I've been shaking a little bit because when things like this happen the plans just explode out of me, plans for next year and more travel and courses and books to read and piano to learn and fitness to acquire. It usually comes to nothing, but I'll at least get to see Micallef in Peter Cook sketches. And then when my other plans collapse maybe I'll go back to Sydney in February anyway so Emily can slap me. Top Gear too :D bloody Sydney.

ALSOOOOO QI starts on ABC on TUESDAY !!! The ad looked like series D but apparently they're going straight to F. I'm a little apprehensive, I like the esoteric nature of QI in Australia, late nights and dvd extras. I don't want to hear people talking about it unless they're rhapsodising madly.

They started repeated Mitchell and Webb too, maybe we're going to get the 4th series already?? It's too much. I don't like having to interact with the world. ew.

Computer issues at the orange station in Box Hill this week. I still haven't inserted any internet into my own pretty beast, who has just gave me Frank Sinatra sandwiched by the White Stripes. I love it.
News - I've somehow learnt my 14 digit library bar code by heart. Why would my brain do this? I need gainful employment.

Never mind that now, the fringe festival is ended. What an eventful end though. On Thursday there was Titus Andronicus (cock) and Daniel Kitson & Colleagues. One of the colleagues was Josh Thomas who mentioned his variety hour was going to be laced with Micallef, ah Micallef. So on Friday I started into the city at about quarter to ten with all the little clubbers. One guy was throwing up already, standing in between the carriages leaning over the chain while the train was hurtling along. Wearing a hat too.

JT (same initials as Timberlake! how thrilling) is a strange kid (two years younger than me so I'm allowed to be patronising). He's a decent comedian (if you like that sort of thing :) but awkward. Shaun and the two lasses (Hannah Gadsby and Melinda Buttle) had this silly fabulous rhythm going and Josh interrupted it. I miss the breakfast show, have I mentioned? I was thinking of moving back to Perth until I can get back over to the UK but I won't, I'd rather be stranded here and able to run to Micallefy things at the drop of a hat.

There was further excitement before I even set off on Friday, I went through the papers to be recycled and read Marieke Hardy's last two green guide columns which made me despair a little less at the state of the world and this country in particular, then when I went online she'd just tweeted so I tweeted back with my applause and she replied :) She said my opinions were very attractive and asked about a whole separate tweet I'd made. She replies to many but I still felt all warm and fuzzy. I've looked up quite a few books because I especially liked the way she'd talked about them on the 1st Tues Book Clubs, most notably A Confederacy of Dunces. She a sta. Ack, I'm ashamed of my life, I want to get paid to write and talk about books.

Here will do. I got Roth's Portnoy's Complaint out because of that humbling book meme. I haven't cracked it yet, I've also got another Will Self but I think I need to wait awhile for that one too, I'm still collecting my socks from the last time he knocked them clean off. Are any of his Shooting Stars on dvd?

Until then I've just re-read Brideshead Revisited, always a pleasure, and I also found the first Bones book. I haven't come across a Stephen Fry-like character yet so interest is waning.

Now though, for the very, very end of my fringe (which reminds me, I really need a haircut) I saw Daniel Kitson's show. I wish he recorded them. They're perfect. Between Thursday and Saturday he'd cut his hair, it's properly short. He hosted the fringe awards on Friday night too from 9 so I could've seen the beginning before running to Trades and Shaun, but did not because I feel feeble. I could've had three nights of Kitson in a row and given you all a blow by blow account of his hair adventures. Oh, his show. I should do a compare and contrast between his and Mark Watson's, they had similar themes, but he makes me feel inadequate even as a compare-and-contraster.

So that's all my fringey booky Mariekey news. Oh, I got the first half of the first season of The West Wing from the library and I quite love it. I'm so behind, it'll be another ten years before I'm watching NCIS and the ilk. I'm too busy with Morecambe and Wise. LET me do a Morecambe and Wise rant, they're wonderful. Eric died the year I was born, this appalls me. Diana Rigg was on a Christmas episode and consequently I adore her more than ever and may have to buy that pink Avengers box. Peter Cushing was on a few too, and Eric kept mentioning Whitstable, it turns out that Peter Cushing is most well known for living in Whitstable.

After disappointment on Tuesday and Wednesday, there were at last adventures last night. Saw Mark Watson in the Old Council Ballroom at Trades, which was perfect, small but chocker. It's difficult to find shows that are small but chocker. They're the perfect ones. He said he's been dropped by his publisher though :( I should write them a strongly worded letter, I love his books. Publishers are ridiculous, churning out Twilights and Da Vinci Codes, ugh. Maybe I'll open a publishing company.
The show was brilliant, I was thinking of grabbing another ticket for tonight so my weekend isn't so pathetic but I'd rather be pathetic than venture out today. It was bad enough going into the city yesterday and that must've been hours after the grand final parade. During the week I was walking in front of two children, tiny children, discussing St Kilda's tactics. I do like the sense of the whole city being in on this one ridiculous thing, but I'd rather observe from a distance, I think. Although speaking of ridiculous, the Brendan Fevola bullshit stirred my blood a little. I can't believe they were talking about kicking him off the footy show for getting drunk and throwing up at the Browlows (the Brownlows, for God's sake. I'm surprised the boredom doesn't induce more vomiting) while Sam fucking Newman is still there. He fills me with shame.

More adventures, less shame. We also went to the fringe club. Saw young Johnno there, made it feel legit. Strange little rangaaaa. Not that I've ever spoken to him, he's just become a bit of a festival mascot/stalker. Simmons was mc but he's difficult to take in 5 minutes bursts, one needs to be eased in. Tom Ballard and Arj Barker too, I'm not great fans of theirs but they both made me chuckle. Also some other stuff then we piked out at interval. I returned home for more Atlantis.

( A spiel. Apologies, but my place in the real world is tenuous enough, I vent here. )

Now, a meme.

Leave me a comment telling me your favourite word, in any language.
I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can get to know you better.
Update your journal with the answers to the questions
Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions.

from rachellanuit

( questions :) )

Sydney has all the fun.



I still haven't sorted out my phone. I think all I have to do is call the number and follow the prompts to activate it but it seems too great a task.

I was praised in the piano class last night :) as one would praise a child desperate for reassurance, but that seems to be how people read me, God knows why. Maybe I'm standing quietly at the back because I'm contemplating things in a noble sort of way. Maybe the blushing and stuttering and shaking gives me away.

I've done no fingey things at all. The show we wanted to go to on Tues was cancelled and then Mark Watson sold out, so we went to Brunetti. Chocolate was feeble substitute.

Ah, the rain has ceased, I'm going to get back in my pj's and finish How the Dead Live though I wish I could go on reading it forever.

It looks like Spring has hit properly. We still have a few days of raging rain but all the rest are perfectly warm. I'm going to start going to the pool... or at least taking books to the park.

Facebook is being a bitch.

Tony Martin is on the cover of this week's green guide :)) Seeing him with an Armando Ianucci dvd in hand made my heart quite flutter. And the article! He mentions Comic Strip. I adore him.
The state of Australian tv does make one despair. I'm not a great fan of the kath & kim/chris lilley school of oz comedy, but am happy to see them doing well. The thing is, especially now Good News Week's collapsed into a immature, arrogant shambles, there's nothing else. Certainly not for lack of choice, just because australian tv is ridiculous.

Enough, before I get stuck in that old rant. I'm off to buy fringe tickets and a phone. This will be my 4th new number in the past 12 months! I deserve a plaque.

I borrowed the 3rd season of Atlantis the other day :) I haven't cracked it yet, have instead been plowing through the strange last season of Due South.
Fraser- That's a stop sign.
Ray- Are you serious? My house is on fire!
Fraser- Let's not compound the tragedy.

hola. I had about five hours sleep last night and about five cups of coffee this morning, which is my very own recipe for a slice of manic pie. This week has been a little bit productive. I tore up our piano class on Wednesday because the smug and annoyingly attractive and talented guy wasn't there. Winner by default! Except we are, of course, a beautiful democracy. That I won.
I've almost sorted my whole fringe festival, I think, except everyone refuses to see Sam Simmons. There's a free viewing of The Magic Pudding at the library on the 1st. And I have my Jarvis ticket. If anyone finds out if Patrick Wolf's doing any solos gigs for God's sake let me know. I know nothing about any music scene, I'm all about the fringe festivals and free movies.

Furthermore, it's my birthday weekend, yippee. Of our whole high school gang, even branching out a bit, I'm the youngest, which seems odd but I like to think justifies my flapping about in a daze while the others make actual lives for themselves. Emily just got engaged !! and I think will have finished her phD within the next year. Freak.
Anyway, birthday. Last year I'd just arrived in Perth so had the whole trip-to-Perth build up and then the bright lights of the west all on me. The year before it was on a Thursday so everywhere I looked for weeks before there were movies coming out and catalogues starting to advertise my day. This year the first September 13 I saw anywhere was in an email from Dymocks inviting me to celebrate Bella Swan's birthday. I am outrageously angry that her birthday is the same as mine. I like my birthday, I like the word September and it's Spring and it's the thirteenth, she doesn't deserve it. This time, Stephenie Meyer, YOU GO TOO FAR.
Since then I have gotten a Boosh postcard from Peter Bonner and an old postcard from Hay-on-Wye, which is where I saw him last, from Pop :) they really go all out, those Bonners.
That sounds terrible, I love postcards! everyone send me a postcard.

Other than using it as an excuse to hoard more postcards and rip apart Twilight (as if one needs an excuse) and DELETING WITH RAGE more emails re: how to acquire Buzzcocks tickets I've been celebrating by gettin my geek on. I have season two of Stargate Atlantis and a whole pile of Tennant-y Doctor Who's from the library, that's what been keeping me up until all hours. Although when I see David Tennant I still think first of Bright Young Things, so I'm a special branch of Evelyn Waugh/Stephen Fry geek, you see. There, that should bump up my cred a bit. It will drop again if anyone realises just how much I know about Stargate. I still don't like Atlantis nearly as much as my sg-1 crew, but Mitch Pileggi turned up :D and there was a particularly fantastico episode with Amanda Tapping. She was on the commentary too, but the freaking writer wouldn't shut up. I mean, pfft, right? pfft. I love Carter. Atlantis doesn't have enough physics.

I have already made my whole fringe festival calendar and never mind that I'll just about need to take out a loan (although I still haven't done my tax for the five minutes I worked last financial year. boy oh boy, what a life.) or that I still haven't sorted this bullshit about some council election last year that I didn't vote in because I was on the other side of the world, just NEVER MIND, because it's amazing. I'm already tired and scared, but will be seeing Markus Watson and Daniel Kitson and the Bedroom Philosopher and Sam Simmons and the Hounds and then Markus and Kitson and the Philosopher again and then maybe again, all within the month.

And it's spring in Melbourne :) a season to keep one on one's toes.

AND I just discovered Jam & Jerusalem is being repeated on Saturday mornings (the people in Perth have no respect for my beautiful dvds and J&J seems to have sunk into the murky corners of our Stoneville abode. I fear for it's life in such surrounds, quite frankly) and the episode just gone was the one with Mitchell's headmistress :)

Fry in America had a Viewer Advice warning last night. He called an electron microscope "the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" and wrote a blog. All is right.

You might notice below that another of my peculiar writing habits is to leave off shaving while the authorial fever is upon me. I believe Tolstoy and Gertrude Stein were the same. Pip pip.

My own beautiful laptop. I could cry. I want to go and sit in a coffee shop and write a novel just so people can see my own pretty laptop. It's still called Clothilde and I'm still scared of it. I need to put the internet inside it, anyone have any advice? I also have no phone at the mo, so could possibly get some sort of package, but I'm not a phone person, talking to people is just not my bag, so that might be more exspensive. I don't know. Everyone tell me which of the internets you have and if it's good and worthy.

Meanwhile, a rant. I recite this same rant every time I see young Justin, the bed phil. There's such a discrepancy between his recordings and his live shows. Which isn't to say I don't love his cds or his moment on the laughapoolooza dvd, but his live shows are the best thing in the world. He might be my very favourite performer. This is Big Talk, I know, with Raymond Terrific, but he's a sensation. Even at the shows with quite tiny audiences he's a sensation, which is a grand talent to have. We saw him at the last writers festival club on Sunday, he'd been at all of them and I feel sick and sad that I didn't cancel everything all week in order to go. This always happens, I see him and feel enormous stress at the thought of the show ending and think 'Why am I not stalking this boy across the country?' then real life makes the amazingness fade and seem not real and I waste my time going to Augie March or sitting at home watching the x-files.

Augie March! I do love them but the discrepancy between their live shows and their recordings goes the other way. The sound was a bit weird and I sat with the others way up the back, I like to be close enough to see the expression on their faces when they laugh, and the set was too long, I was tired and hungry.
Happy things - one of Gemma's friends is English, we chatted about the toilets at Brixton Academy. And it was the first time I'd seen any music at the forum, I've crawled all over it for comedy purposes of course. Jarvis is there in December. I thought I'd be ok, but I can't hold back, I'll have to go. 70 bucks, fucker. I saw him from free in London. That was my London luck at work, I have no luck anywhere anymore. JARVIS. He's going to be at some festival here with Patrick Wolf! I think Paddy was part of my London luck too, that 5 pound afternoon & evening at London Bridge was amazing, I got free clothes and a cupcake and a seat on the stage. How can Melbourne compare.

( Melbourne gives me cold toes and time to read - a booky meme stolen from a couple of people. I'll not tag but I would love to see everyone's answers if you'll please pinch it. )

Stephen Fry's blog :D makes me happy.

David and Chloe are in Melbourne this weekend and already I'm getting stomach pains. Louis and Pete, if somewhat grating in large doses (*condescending wave*) are at least reasonable, what happened in the middle there? After painful negotiations it looks like I might be reunited with my beautiful, beautiful laptop after almost a year apart. Nicely timed too, I have about 3 enormous meme's to bombard y'all with. I shouldn't get my hopes up, Dave'll probably forget or not return calls.

Also news! Today be the second piano lesson! I love it, I love it outrageously. I have ridiculous issues though, we're in a beautiful little class with friendly, sophisticated adults and a fabulous little teacher but only one piano. Even doing scales in front of the others my hands shake and teach thinks I'm a simpleton. I'm too pathetic. In the sewing class we did a two minute getting-to-know-people exercise and I was blushing and shaking for the rest of the night. Yet get me drunk and I'll run around singing at the top of my voice. Perhaps I should drink before the classes?

Hello.
at last I have a little job (18 hours a fortnight! my troubles are over!) and will do that stupid course at the end of the month for a bigger one. There's a vet in Glen Waverly who wants someone and they said no experience necessary, which always draws my eye. I'd get to muck about with animals all day.

After my 87cent Blind Faith victory over Target I bought another Ben Elton book last week for 20c, but that was from an op shop so not so shiny new. Still it, (Blast from the Past for those of you playing at home) is a little bit amazingly brilliant. I'm fond of Ben Elton (he's got a place in Freo! I had a dream about Rottnest last night, I haven't had any beachy summer for too, too long.) but don't tend to love any of the t.v. stuff he's written by himself. This book though, shazaam. He got all the characters so spot on, it wouldn't have worked if one couldn't sympathise with Jack but one could, ONE COULD :(

from Mitchell's twitter - On an unrelated note, I'm on Who Do You Think You Are? tonight, 9pm, BBC1. I'm all sheep and vicars basically.
from Fry's - I shall watch The Sting, then A Man For All Seasons to make me feel better. Then bath, bed & a fitful sleep racked with sobs. Sport? Bah!
and this
from mine - my moustache hurts

anyway, more QI quotes, this time from the extras :)

( I heart saucy Stephen )

all this applying for slightly better jobs wears me down.

I've been watching QI instead.

( words )

vote for QI

MICALLEF IS ON GOOD NEWS WEEK. It's a world gone topsy-turvy. I can't quite believe it, so I've not fallen apart yet.
I'm going to be out too, sewing up a storm. Who can I trust to tape it? I really need proper internets access. He's on are you smarter than a 5th grader (I still object to the stupid name of that show, don't they have a version in the U.K with a proper name?) immediately beforehand too. I think I'm going to have a panic attack. I don't even have this week's Spicks & Specks to console me (Colin was on with hair slightly too long and shirt slightly too tight, it was glorious.)

I'm in the uni labs for perhaps the last time ever where my photos can swim smoothly from camera to screen so we can have a photo party. Was just looking at pics of the bros on facebook (whilst waiting for it to sort out the mountain in my camera) and suddenly that thing happened that sometimes does with words you say over and over and they seem alien. Crazy bros. It's almost a year since I've seen Dave and Pete and about a million since Lou and I were even in the same state. So while we wait for my camera to stop spasming ( the bros! )

n'aww.

Now! April in London! the highlights. Some all new non-facebook because I don't want people (mummies) to think I mess about with certain smoky things on a regular basis (I don't. but mmm, that smooth taste. Makes me feel like a man.)

Dee with Sam McCarthy at the Hawley during the Camden Crawl (this was the only pic I thought to take, I apologise.)


( step right up )

Jimmy Carr just posted this http://twitpic.com/bzmwn :)
who knows what shape the universe is?

French and Saunders are in my Perth now :( Never found them during our St Kilda rambles, we went back over after our first sewing class for after show photos and gushings but they snuck out, cheeky. We got a signed pic and some laughs though, sewing class number 2 and Brideshead Revisited (with Ben Whishaw :DD) at acmi on Monday.

Was our first episode of Double Take (meh. Much potential though, it breaks my heart) and TV Burp t'other night. Oz TV Burp is set out exactly like the English one, same colours and set and silliness, but it works just as well. I suppose because it's a pretty simple concept. I am fond of Ed.
Julian Morrow was on Lateline q&a that night too, talking about the make a realistic wish sketch and he said some interesting stuff about it being a failure of craft on the Chaser's part. I read Jimmy Carr's book not too long ago and I think the chapter about satire and comedy pushing boundaries was the most interesting. Things like the Chaser aren't appropriate as tools for educating ignorant youth :) because one doesn't oppose or research something that's just made to seem ridiculous. That's not really relevant to the Chaser anymore though, they're more slapstick than satire now.

Enough, home for a bit more QI and Alfresco (I can stop anytime I like, I swear)

Emma Thompson - Have you got the time, lads?
Ben Elton, Hugh Laurie & Paul Shearer - If you've got the energy!

Stephen Fry - Do you know the other day someone came up to me and they said that they thought Morris dancing was the most tiresome, tedious, weary, flat, stale, arid, unprofitable, and totally lethally irksome exercise in the whole world. I just couldn’t understand what he meant.

Gem and I saw HP yesterday, twice because we were hungover and couldn't handle the stairs back down to the real world (so we only paid once, ooh-la-la.) It wasn't a very outrageous hangover though, considering the whole night was full, there was vodka and apple vodka and walking up to the shops to buy lollies and more vodka (I bought a Ben Elton book new from target for 87 cents, shazaam) and watching all the Stephen Fry I have on video, which is a lot, and getting a bit too D&M over Secret Life of the Manic Depressive and Who Do You Think You Are?

We thought Harry would be a nice way to recover. I don't have anything to add to what you all already know, except how long and sad and lovely in his black suits and old man's face is Tom Felton? I loved his long suits and big feet and sadness.

Then I came home and stayed up too late watching QI. It's so hard to stop.
Stephen- Well, I'm impressed with Rory.
Rory- I'm impressed with you, Stephen.
Stephen- No, shush.
Jimmy- Rory, I do believe you've pulled.

and when Rory later interrupts Stephen to tell him the Latin name for the puffin and Stephen chuckles and says "oh Rory. You are just beginning to try my patience now." I love it, did you know? I love it.

Speaking of love, French & Saunders are at this moment in my own town and it's almost 9 months since I saw them in London and I can't even believe it. G and I are going to hang around the St Kilda markets tomorrow :) because I can't afford a weekday daily metcard let alone another ticket to their gorgeous show.
Then on Monday we're going to our first sewing class. I do feel better now I'm doing things, but they're still not real things and it's all still a bit mad. I'd like to be able to make some plans and I'm not sure why I can't.
That's all. Back to QI :)