delga: ([random] where the wild things are.)

Holy wow, guys, Only God Forgives is easily THE MOST VIOLENT FILM I HAVE EVER SEEN. And it's not like I didn't know Winding Refn's repertoire , but I was STILL shocked by some of it.

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My parents left this morning to bring my sister home from uni, so that's a thing that's happening.

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Other things I have seen in the past week, a list: films & theatre. )


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Last night I met up with my cousins for dinner. We were all falling asleep at our seats and then, as the night went on, we perked up. They're a riot, and I love them, and I needed to see them. We saw each other in the middle of May and then, because of work, I missed out on the next meet-up. There's going to be a larger gathering next weekend when we have our (almost) annual musical weekend. It's been a couple of years since the last one, so we are long overdue. After that: summer. With that in mind, I really need to get back to this Raft Race paperwork...

delga: ([Random] sacrifice is not the river.)

I am beyond relieved that this is a three-day weekend. Admittedly, I still haven't managed to type up the minutes from the last Raft Race meeting, but at the same time, I have managed to do half a beta (I AM THE WORST), lose half a tooth (don't ask), and get caught up with Orphan Black (now I have to wait a week for the gd finale).

Huzzah?

Work has been a maelstrom of late. I know that I complain when there is fuck all to do, but I've worked a fortnight of late nights, and had a family wedding in the middle, and am quite cross about the whole thing. I've got at least the rest of this week to have to deal with it some more, a couple of weeks of peace, and then I we have to do the whole thing over again. Luckily, when I spoke to my line manager about running the next cycle using a rota (I HAVE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR OVER A YEAR) she finally sounded amenable to it. Progress! I'm am quite pleased about this because it means a) this should be less stressful next time around and b) if I ever get my act together for new jobs, I now have a concrete example of problem-solving to call upon in interviews. Fuck yeah.

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I have been very bad at updating eljay, and very bad at updating the tumblr I set up to review things, so I think I'm going to do a series of posts called Have You Been Watching...? which will summarise (mini-)series I have seen recently and then forgotten to talk about. I think I'll post them here, too, just to get back into the swing of updating.

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Speaking of, I saw The Hothouse at Trafalgar Studios this week. Uproariously funny, but surprisingly dark. I enjoy Pinter a great deal, and his wit never fails to get my sides aching, but having known nothing about this play in advance, I was incredibly surprised by the setting and subject matter. Brilliantly staged.

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I did actually start doing admin for the Raft Race yesterday (have I talked about this? I don't remember. Anyway, I'm the secretary of a committee that has been put together to run an event in our town) but I got interrupted by several phone calls, my Dad asking me to help him with some admin for another local event, and then the arrival of some of my maternal cousins who were passing by on their way back from a wedding. It was one of my cousins' birthdays, so I made some cinnamon cupcakes. By the time they left, Baby Cousin turned up, and there went the evening. I have a feeling I'll have to leave the minutes until tomorrow, but they're almost a fortnight overdue. (See: work.)

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At the end of this year I am going to get rid of my domain hosting which I wasn't able to utilise the way that I wanted, so if you go back through any of my older posts (I don't know why you would) and find there are images missing, that's why.

delga: ([Random] STEP ONE.)

Big pictures under the cuts.

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theatre 2012 )


television 2012 )


film 2012 )

delga: ([glee] take me or leave me.)

Guys! It's September! Whaaaaaat.

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Things that have happened since the last time I updated: LOLYMPICS; all of summer, apparently; I saw the rings; my one proper holiday of the year*; gingerbread TARDIS fail; my birthday; more Curious Incident; knitting; nails.

Eventful, yo.

*) I go to work 51 weeks out of 52 in a year. Those may not be full weeks, but I only take the week ending in the late Summer Bank Holiday off.

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work. )


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Are there any Brit-/London-based Chris Pureka and/or Gregory Ivan Isakov fans on my flist? Let me know; I might have something for you.

In quasi-related news: I have tickets to see Jesca Hoop this year! I loved Hoop when she first came out with Money a few years back, and the whole of The House That Jack Built makes me crazy with how good it is.

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Hipster Who returned! It was a good episode, but something was missing. I don't know what that something is just yet. The plan is to finish my goddamn knitting project today, and re-watch.

In other news, did anyone watch Accused 2x02? Or 2x03 for that matter. Ugh, talk abut being shanked. 2x02 featured stellar performances from Anne Marie Duff and Olivia Colman. Both were amazing. Can't wait to see Duff in Berenice at the Donmar in the next month or so.

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New Merlin in a month. !!!!! YES.

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Didn't do that much for my birthday. etc & driving. )


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The programme for this year's Film Fest comes out on September 5th. Exciiiiiited!

delga: ([bad cop] THERE ARE MANY COPIES.)

Another month. Oops.

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Let's start off with things that have happened most recently. I've been knitting, and yesterday I finished my project. Because of the Olympics and increased transport congestion, I've been taking the 6.10 train to the city, and knitting is good for the commute. I'm currently writing out some notecards so I can work on my next thing.

I also watched all of Teen Wolf - the first season on Sunday last week, and the second from Sunday night through to Tuesday. (Work is so inconvenient sometimes.) It's been a little while since I marathoned something without getting bored of it in some way, and the show is surprisingly good at being consistent with plot and maintaining engagement. Now I have to wait for the last two episodes. Rude.

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The night of the opening ceremony, I went to see The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time with The (Ex-) Flatmate and [livejournal.com profile] hestia8. Guys. GUYS. What an amazing adaptation of the book! It's a minimalist stage, made up like the inside of the protagonist's mind, which makes full use of its cast. Some of it was like a dance. I loved it so much that I've bought tickets to see it again in a couple of weeks.

I also went to see The Lion King. I saw it a few years back, but this time we went for [livejournal.com profile] yaiyeishka's birthday, and I got us aisle seats. THE ANIMALS COME DOWN THE AISLES. I was embarrassingly moved by the opening sequence. I came over all Dana from Sports Night.

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family & work. )


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I'm sure I had more to talk about, but I can't remember. Oh! So, I got sucked into this game on G+. I don't normally play games online - the rare few are, like, bejewelled and bubble blast knock-offs. I was playing something similar on G+ a couple of months ago but then those games got taken down, so I stopped. Obviously. But last night I started playing this game where you build "cities" by clustering objects until their combined value increases. e.g. Three grasses makes a bush, three bushes makes a tree, three trees a small house etc. etc. IT IS MENTAL. Sometimes there are bears! If you trap the bears they turn into headstones. I-- yeah. There are also NINJA BEARS that can TELEPORT.

Let me say that again: TELEPORTING NINJA BEARS.

I don't even know, but I am so addicted to this stupid thing.

delga: ([Random] scream.)

I am trying to remember the many things that have happened since the last time I updated and, as ever, am coming up blank. I talked myself out of updating a couple of times because I was freaking out over a few things which, in the end, turned out to be ridiculous. But it's been a whole month! So.

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I saw En Kongelig Affære at the BFI, which was pretty standard historical costume romance, except in Danish. Mads Mikkelsen played Struensee with a kindness I hadn't expected, but I was most delighted by Mikkel Følsgaard, who played the mad king. I am not at all surprised that he was lauded at Berlin earlier in the year.

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Spent an evening hanging out with [livejournal.com profile] xanitia of whom I do not see enough. Went out for a very pleasant dinner, and then headed back to mine and watched Island which is very good, but also very odd. I'd seen it before, but had forgotten whole swathes of it. Sent [livejournal.com profile] xanitia on her way with Brick which she has never seen, wtf.

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The Mother and I made time for Snow White and the Huntsman which was visually very, very good, but lacked definition. We both felt that the ending was terribly anticlimactic - not because we knew what the outcome would be, but because there were key points in the final act where someone says something to Snow...and then there is awkward silence as she stares at them and doesn't answer. It wasn't entirely clear to me why we were supposed to root for Snow to take the throne - I mean, other than Ravenna clearly being unfit to rule. Charlize Theron was wonderful as the evil queen, and I loved the people they cast as the dwarves, but ultimately I came out of the cinema feeling let down. Something was lacking.

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let's stick a cut in here: theatre, BFI, and London. )


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I completely failed to go to any of the Poetry Parnassus events, which I am irritated with myself over, even though I rationalised the decision to myself at the time, but I did manage to track down The Red Ball and some painted phoneboxes, so not all bad.

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I have seen the first two episodes of The Newsroom. opinions that others have also had. )


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Did I talk about the last episode of Girls? Girls. )


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I bought some albums! I haven't properly listened to Metric's Synthetica just yet because I haven't been in the mood to listen to pop electronica. I have, however, spent a lot of time listening to Jesca Hoop's latest offering, The House That Jack Built, which is quirky and playful, and has a couple of stunning tracks. At some point I will share, but will have to save that for when I am not zipping through a month of stuff.

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I saw Henry IV Part 1 and Part 2 in preview at the BFI on Monday. GOSH. GUYS. Are you watching The Hollow Crown? Stylistically the "episodes" don't match up (different directors), but they're a great feat. Some truly wonderful performances, and the whole set has a very cinematic feel to it. Wonderful adaptations.

Afterwards there was a very interesting Q&A. I have notes! But I am not sure how interested people are, so will probably bullet point them on tumblr after Henry IV is broadcast.

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I taught Baby Cousin how to knit, and then bought her some supplies. She tells me she is going to make a scarf. Atta girl!

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This week has been sort of crazy because I've had a few things on, and because I've been working odd hours. The Olympic torch came through Deeping this morning, and we all came out to see it, despite the rain. Tomorrow I'm back at the Nash to see Helen McCrory and Rory Kinnear in conversation. Friday, [livejournal.com profile] hestia8 and I are going to see Raza Jaffrey as Billy Flynn in Chicago. Exciiiiting!

My sister is back from Spain now, and she's brought two Spaniards with her. She's been taking them around - Lincoln, Cambridge, London, and all their shops - and I've met up with them for lunch (or to help them buy tickets to Shrek the Musical). They were here when Spain won the Euro final, and they came with us to see the torch this morning. They're very sweet girls, and Baby Cousin is quite taken with them. But it's meant the house has been a bit crazy, because there are people around all the time, and I've had around 10 months of being mostly by myself. The adjustment has been odd.

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Work is work is work. Have had a few weeks where it's been a bit slow and then intermittently frantic because other people are horribly inefficient, but whatever. It is still going; I am still going. It's almost one year since I started, but I try not to think about that too much because it freaks me out.

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GUYS. WHAT UP.

delga: ([Random] scream.)

I was supposed to update this weekend and then somehow that never happened. What the hell?

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Friday night I saw Nicholas Farrell and Anna Chancellor at the Harold Pinter Theatre. (Formerly the Comedy Theatre.) They were performing in a double bill that transferred from the Chichester Festival which is apparently the place to go for upcoming theatre; a lot of stuff transferred in the past year. Anyway, the plays were South Downs by David Hare and The Browning Version by Terrence Rattigan. Apparently the Rattigan is normally paired together with another play that no-one likes, so Hare was asked to script an accompaniment. South Downs is a funny piece about a school boy who doesn't fit in with his peers because of his social class, his sharp intellect, and complete lack of charm. In the space of an hour Hare covers social and religious discourse with a very light touch, though ultimately it feels like a commissioned piece. By which I mean: it doesn't really close up properly. Wonderfully staged, though, and Anna Chancellor was incredibly charming as the actress mother of the school boy's acquaintance. Pretty certain I heard Stella Gonet in the voiceover.

The Rattigan was crushing; an absolute blow to the gut. Set on a school master's final day it follows him as he uncovers his wife's infidelity, is denied a pension by the school board, and has to come to terms with the knowledge that for all his ardour for teaching, he is not well-liked and probably will not be missed. Nicholas Farrell was phenomenal. Rattigan is bald-faced with his characters; he doesn't let them delude themselves. The play was almost violence in its matter-of-fact tone. I really enjoyed myself.

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Work has slowed down considerably because most of what I've built is sitting with someone else to be signed off. As a result I've been suck writing ops instructions (deathly) and building graphics for Adult Learning tests. Oh god. Stab me; we can confirm I haven't died yet and then put me out of my misery.

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I don't have a lot to say on fandom. Enjoyed the heck out of the Scott and Bailey finale, and got knocked out by the Glee performance of F+tM's Shake It Out. Finding myself fairly invested in Game of Thrones; this series is a vast improvement on the last. I loved, loved, loved this week's Mad Men, especially Peggy and Joan's office smoke break and everything that is Sally Draper.

I am really enjoying Bron/Broen (The Bridge) which is both intriguing and entertaining. Kim Bodnia's belly laugh cracks me up. The majority Swedish was throwing me at first - especially because the show descends into Danish now and then - but I'm getting better with the switch up. It's neatly put together and doesn't take itself too seriously as of yet. Good stuff.

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I finished Jeffrey Eugenides' The Marriage Plot on Monday. Hmm. I can't say that I actively enjoyed it, or that I think it ties up well (it really doesn't) but I found it compelling enough that I couldn't put it down. I didn't like the characters at all, but I enjoyed Eugenides' mad romp through critical and religious theory, and he still has a talent for pulling together real people. It doesn't have the heart of Middlesex or that keening wistfulness of The Virgin Suicides. It's a book about graduates and I think, in some way, it's a book for graduates. It's too close for an undergrad, and too far for anyone else. So. There's that.

And now I'm reading the sequel to The Hunger Games which I'm enjoying much more than the first book. I think this is because the outcome feels less certain. Or rather, the route to the outcome seems less obvious this time. I mean, there's a third book and it's YA lit so I doubt we're going to have a Psycho on our hands, but I'm still wondering, shit, what next? Also: I want to know this Johanna Mason character that tumblr keeps sticking Ruth Negga's face on. Yeah.

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Ugh, flaked today. Trying not to dwell.

delga: ([Random] STEP ONE.)

I came home on Friday to find cake on the table, and I was like, Mother, what the hell with this cake? It's not that I am not into cake, it's just that it was majorly unexpected and I was going to make brownies this weekend, but now that's redundant. And The Mother was all, The Dad was going to sell it off, and I told him we could have it! And The Dad said, oh, M will eat it! And I said, but I haven't eaten it and it's already a quarter gone. And The Mother said, The Dad must have eaten it.

Basically we have to give him excuses to enjoy things.

Anyway, ten minutes ago The Dad is all, M, do you want cake? And I'm all, no, thanks, maybe later, and The Dad was all, OH. BUT THE CAKE IS FOR YOU. And I was all, JESUS DAD I'M NOT REJECTING YOUR HUNTER-GATHERER INSTINCTS I'LL EAT THE CAKE LATER.

My house is so full of drama I can't even.

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This weekend and last our floor has been undergoing a furniture refit. They're taking out our desks and replacing them with smaller ones, and some of us are moving to new seats, blah, blah, NO WORK GOT DONE YESTERDAY. There was a cake stall and then a network outage and then rain and then we left the office at three and went to the pub. Should have left at three last week, too, but I was building stuff, and it wasn't our side of the floor that was being worked on, so we eventually left at four thirty. By four thirty yesterday I'd already had a drink, some conversation (one very long one about chickens; my Polish lady co-worker is SO LOVELY you guys), and was on a train home. Good times.

Work on the whole has been weird. It was all BE BUSY GET THINGS DONE YESTERDAY PUT OUT THAT FIRE and then suddenly...zzzzzzzzzzzzip. Nothing to do. So I'm getting back to my "background" project: writing Ops instructions. Jesus, what a bore.

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Last Friday I stayed back for drinks and then went to see The Ladykillers which was hilarious and fucking delightful. The set was amazing, and the cast had great chemistry. Peter Capaldi was fabulous. I wish it were still on because I would take all of you. SO GOOD.

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Pro-tip: don't watch The Deep Blue Sea. It's a brilliant cast, but a) it's depressing as fuck, b) it's filmed in this soft focus which just adds weight to everything, and c) it suffers the exact same problem as Closer: you can tell it's a play. Rattigan is brilliant, as is the play script for The Deep Blue Sea; I'm going to see The Browning Version in a month or so. I have no qualms with him or the play. But it was poorly adapted. I liked the flashbacks as a mode of storytelling because they were especially effective, and the transitions were seamless. But neither Hester nor Freddie are sympathetic, and Mr. Miller is completely minimised in the film. It makes for a much better play than a film.

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The following wall of text is a paragraph of everything I've watched and found lacklustre this past fortnight. Whilst we're here, let's take a moment to comment on the new cut-tag design which, jesus, GO AWAY. )


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Scott and Bailey continues to be terrifically entertaining stuff. I've always been partial to Gill, and her scenes this week were especially gratifying. Can't believe there's only two more episodes left. Going to be gutted when it's over.

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I'm reading Jeffrey Eugenides' The Marriage Plot which, as I have said to a few people already, is different in tone to his previous works, and as of yet not as compelling, but I haven't been able to put it aside, which is saying something. It's incredibly meta, and feels both true and somewhat uncomfortable (in that I can relate to the general experience of the lit student, if not the specific). Looking forward to seeing where it leads me.

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And then I forgot to complete my post before hitting save.

delga: ([ncis] zomigod!)

Warning: so many pictures. SO MANY WORDS.

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theatre 2011 )


television 2011 )


film 2011 )


me 2011 )


Happy New Year, everyone. Here's to 2012.

delga: ([thandie] perform)

In the past fortnight I have seen two plays, hurrah. The first was The Playboy of the Western World with Robert Sheehan and Ruth Negga, and the second was Death and the Maiden with Thandie Newton, Tom Goodman-Hill, and Anthony Calf.

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the plays. )


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Up next: three posts on London Film Fest. I am still trying to work out how I want to do these posts, so please forgive me for the succession of them that are about to sully your flists.

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edit: Apparently I completely failed on posting about Di and Viv and Rose which [livejournal.com profile] hestia8 and I went to see four weeks ago, or Othello, which I saw a day later with the Ex-Flatmate.


addendum. )

delga: ([middleman] gosh darn heck)

So, my new job (am I still allowed to call it that six weeks in?) is non-stop, albeit in the best of ways. This week my co-worker was, unfortunately, unwell, but it did mean that I had the opportunity to start to direct my own workload. My work environment is incredibly deadline driven, which is fine save for the part where my deadlines are constantly in flux. When your deadlines are business driven, and the business is always changing, your deadlines are a little translucent at best.

Unlike at Cambs I can go whole hours without twiddling my thumbs, and I love it. A lot of it involves dealing with minutiae - checking copy, making amendments, making sure draft and live systems match up - but some of it involves using flash and building products, and it's all very interesting and engaging. My commute is so, so much easier, and some days I am absolutely shattered by day end, but, but, but. I love it. I am doing ACTUAL THINKING sometimes. It's brilliant.

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On Friday I went to see Rock of Ages which is a hilarious but terrible excuse-to-play-80s-rock masquerading as a musical. We were in the second row (inadvisable), and I left with about a tonne of glitter in my hair. Amazing.

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This weekend I watched Doctor Who (in sum: LOVED IT), Island (made me sadface), booked tickets for various things at London Film Festival (OH MY GOD ABI MORGAN), and had a lot of feelings about Merlin which is back very, very soon.

And tonight? Spooks, the beginning of the end. GOSH. WHAT THE HELL.

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GUYS. If I were less (more?) lame, I would tell you all about the shittonne of other stuff that is going on in my life, but I don't want to linger overmuch on the fuckery at this point in time. Suffice it to say, if someone offers you German poetry as the answer to every fucking thing in your life, FIRE THEM. THEY ARE THE WORST.

Other things I am not talking about: my [livejournal.com profile] femgenficathon entry. Nope. Not doing it.

delga: ([numb3rs] and I find joy too.)

Jesus. I have so much on right now.

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Work on Friday suddenly blew up, and I was beyond busy. We're working to hit a particular deadline, so coworker and I split the workload, and I started on it as soon as I got in. I actually got in at 8a, for once because Nice Neighbour was around and gave me a lift to the station.

It's not that we didn't have enough time so much as I am off all this week, so we needed to get as much of the fiddly stuff done as possible before I went. Like Thursday, I worked through lunch, and then finally called it quits at 5pm. As I was packing up, I got a text from [livejournal.com profile] fizzawrites who is currently in London. Would I like to meet? Hell. Yes.

So I marched down to Embankment, took the tube up to St James' Park, and then [livejournal.com profile] fizzawrites and I spent a really long time walking around. The weather held up really well, too. All in all, very pleasant. We wandered down to Buckingham Palace, across to Regent Street, and then all the way back to Hyde Park. For the record: tourist shops are still hilarious.

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On Saturday I headed back into the city at lunch, and we met up at Leicester Square before heading for Trafalgar. It started to pour with rain, but we were rescued by a Pret. Thank goodness for cafe chains.

The reason we were at Trafalgar was to see Top Girls which I have been excited to see for a while, but knew very, very little about. There is no gap between the seating and the stage, and each of the actresses played double roles. It's three acts in total, set in the 80s, and, the more I think about it, the more I liked it. I enjoyed it at the time, whist being bewildered for some of it, but I keep coming back to it, and I think it linked together much better than I initially thought.

lollygagging around London )


Train lights are very, very bright, by the way. I was going to doze on the way home, but just couldn't.

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I overslept massively on Sunday, finished Glorious 39, spent a little time with my gran, and then, before I knew it, it was time to go to sleep again.

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Today I have already managed to do a fair few things. I had a hair appointment at 9, and whilst the girl did a nice job, she poured product into my hair, so I'm going to have to wash and style it tomorrow. Afterwards I traipsed around town for a couple of dresses. I wanted to buy jeans but I can't find any that I like, so I just didn't bother. I clambered across to the train station, wept whilst renewing my train ticket, came home, and filled out an application for an additional bank account so that I can put money specifically aside for my commute. I don't really need another account for that, but it will help massively with budgeting.

This afternoon I have a nail appointment which is not something I would usually go for more than twice a year but because I had these odd UV-light-fixed ones done last time, I have to have them undone the same way. After that I might go to see Baby Cousin, and then, at some point, I have to pack.

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Tomorrow I'm heading to London at lunch, which is when The (Ex-)Flatmate should arrive at St Pancras. the rest of the week )


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Femgen update: half-written! I hate it, but I always do.

delga: ([Random] qué?)

In a couple of hours I have to drive (!!!!) to town, park my car (£8 for 24 hours, which is pretty good going), and take a train to London. I have planned this poorly, because I will be back around midnight, and am at work tomorrow and Friday, before having all of next week off. And yet? Fucking fantastic.


I am so excited about today! I am totally that lame person who goes to shows by herself but it has rather got to the point where I just don't care.

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One of those useless facts that I have in my head and now can't get rid of: today is Gil Grissom's birthday.

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Work continues on apace. Am gradually getting more things to do, and some informal proof-reading, which I always enjoy. My boss is still completely mad, but I find I'm getting better at ignoring the random expletives that eject from the other side of the cubicle. And I do like her a lot. Other!newbie is back from her holidays and insists on IM-ing me, instead of just talking to me, so she IMs, and I answer out loud. She is an odd, odd thing. Feeling vaguely triumphant, though, because it's been a week since I last got off the elevator on the wrong floor. Hurrah! Progress.

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People are very weird about invitations. Have spent some time sorting out a meal for Tuesday, and people sometimes fail to understand that I need definite yes and no answers in order to book the table. It's okay! I invited a boat of people because I knew 95% wouldn't be able to come, but it was rude not to offer! I don't mind if you can't make it, though I would be super happy if you could. But - and here is the vital thing - I do actually need to know one way or the other.

Relatedly, there are seven of us going now, and does anyone there know anyone else? Ahahahaha, NOPE. I'm quite excited to see how this fest of awkward is going to go. At least [livejournal.com profile] fizzawrites and [livejournal.com profile] hestia8 will have The Internet in common? Um. Yes.

Have planned poorly, though, as [livejournal.com profile] hestia8 and I will miss The Hour's finale for this. Lady, I have done you - us! - a great wrong.

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At some point I hope to finish watching Glorious 39, but it's difficult to take caps on iPlayer, which is why a two-hour film is taking me years to watch.

delga: ([spiral] joséphine finds you moronic.)

Kate Beaton, yesssssssss. "Go get your own bro!"

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I have to admit: I was not super into the idea of getting an e-reader, or a kindle. Not because I care whether or not I am reading paper or a screen - hello, avid reader of fanfic - but because I have so much tech already. Laptop! Phone! Tab! iPod! The idea of having to tote around another thing that needs to be charged, and made scratch-proof, felt like a huge effort, especially when you consider that e-readers are supposed to help you minimise baggage.

Jesus, I love my android-powered gear.

I've got two apps now, one for Amazon, and one for WHSmith, and now all my android tech doubles up as an e-reader. I bought Dorianne Laux's The Book of Men yesterday, and now I have it with me ALL. THE. TIME. I love that. I love that! I can't wait until Waterstones' app starts dealing in e-books. Then I can use my points! SO GREAT.

This doesn't change the fact that I haven't read a novel in an embarrassingly long time, or that I have a bookcase full of stuff I need to read first. But it does mean I have poetry on me all the time now, and that is awesome.

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Idiot that I am, I just signed up for Ladies Big Bang. Mostly because my Yuletide entry a couple of years ago was 10k, and that convinced me that I could probably do it again? Uh. I am the worst. Just the worst at making decisions, as this clearly shows. I am considering a few things to write about, and no-one is going to want to read them, and I probably can't do the word count, and I am a fucking moron, but it's happening.

Anyway, I expect cheerleading, guys, for fucking serious.

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Did I actually properly talk about my weekend? It was ACE. Well. Saturday was ACE. Most of Saturday was AC-- you get what I mean.

After some plan-changing, and a fucktonne of trains getting stuck one station before mine, I hopped on the first London-bound locomotive and went... London-bound. Due to the game change, I went to look for Garrick Theatre, knowing that The Ex-Flatmate and I had stumbled on it less than ten days previous, and wanting to have it in mind. I failed to find the theatre, ended up walking to Covent Garden from Leicester Square, and taking a tube back to King's Cross/St Pancras to meet The Ex-Flatmate.

Together we found the theatre (it was right. fucking. there.) then...walked to Covent Garden from Leicester Square so that she could get paella from the Plaza. It was a beautiful day, so warm and sunny. Then we went back to Garrick Theatre to see Pygmalion, in which everyone was fabulous. The sets were amazing, and Rupert Everett's voice made me melt into the seat. Kara Tointon was pretty god as Eliza, and DIANA RIGG WAS MRS HIGGINS. Gosh. THE BEST. THE BESTEST. THE MOST BEST.

Afterwards we went to my new 'local' hangout, The Essex Serpent, drank, watched the footie like real English people, and then missed our respective trains home. NICE. Whilst in the pub, I wrote a couple of postcards (as you do), and we decided that matinees are the best, because the pubs are still open afterwards. And I don't even drink all that much. True story.

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Work has been SO WEIRD this week. We are short-term employing new people? So possibly we will still have jobs? Everyone is cranky about everything? Yeah.

Fuck you, printer. There's a perfectly usable MFD one floor below. Don't think I won't sell out.

delga: ([who] 12 years & 4 psychiatrists.)

So, on Wednesday I managed to get myself packed and to the train station on time, which felt like a triumph. Headed into King's Cross, trying to work out whether or not The Ex-Flatmate was on my train or another. Eventually located her at St Pancras, and we grabbed some lunch and went and sat outside St Pancras Hotel where it was lovely out.


Afterwards we headed to the hotel to get checked in, before heading out to eat. Finally we took the tube to Leicester Square...and were super surprised to find that the theatre was right there.

Guys. GUYS. It was hysterical. I mean, super, super funny. And Much Ado About Nothing is pretty funny anyway, but the set was camped up, and a lot of the cast were dressed in Navy whites, and there were visual gags as well as the ones in the text. Tennant and Tate have bundles of chemistry, as expected, but the whole cast gelled really, really well. There is a scene where Beatrice has to call Benedict to dinner and the latter thinks the former is in love with him. Except, in this production, Tennant is pretty much covered in paint, and about a minute after she gets on stage, Tate looks up, sees him, and breaks character. It was very funny, but also really nice to know that they clearly enjoyed working together.


Afterwards we decided to go walkabout and ended up heading towards Trafalgar Square. As we walked past The National Gallery, towards the square, we passed VICTOR GARBER. ON HIS PHONE. IN A SUIT. It was like seeing spy!daddy in action; super, super weird. We made eye-contact as I tried to determine whether or not this was real life, and we just ambled past him. My friend was all, "Was that guy from Titanic?" which is not where my brain first went, but we did have a good three minutes or so of freaking out. It was GREAT. Seriously. Victor Garber. How odd.

So, yes, we ended up at the Olympic countdown clock in Trafalgar, then wandered down The Strand in search of a bar. We...did not do great. Eventually ended up at Covent Gardens where we had one drink at The Essex Serpent (a place I last frequented with [livejournal.com profile] daygloparker) whilst the staff aggressively blew out all the lit candles around us, save for the one where we were sat. Clearly eager to get home. After that we pretty much did all of the West End. Headed up to Piccadilly, and then up Regent Street. Got to Oxford Street and doubled back down the road where The Wizard of Oz is currently showing, but instead of heading back towards Piccadilly, ended up going in a different direction...that eventually led us to Soho. Nice. Also: creepy.

We ended up on Shaftsbury, where we flagged a cab and headed back to Farringdon. Whilst getting ready to go to sleep we flicked through the tv channels (nothing was on) and ended up falling asleep to what I think was Ugly Betty, but was really just too bright for us to handle.

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Next day I left Ex-Flatmate at the hotel because she was heading to Wales later that day, and I made my way to Holburn to meet [livejournal.com profile] hestia8, which I think needs to be a staple of every visit I make to The City. Had a lovely, lovely time eating cake and chatting, and dissecting the minutiae of things we have to deal with on a daily basis. Always a brilliant time.

Headed home afterwards, and made pretty good time. When the train pulled into the station, the heavens opened, and it rained so heavily I thought it was hailing (it wasn't). Despite having a brolly, the only part of me that wasn't soaked was my head. Got into the shopping centre where the bus station is, and the rain abruptly stopped. Yeah.

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Friday I popped into work to grab paperwork, then headed back to the sub-office, so although I'd been travelling since arse o'clock in the morning, I didn't actually start work until 10am. I literally got off the bus, picked up the papers, and got the next bus out five minutes later. The bus I took in would have left twenty minutes after the one I ended up getting. Exhausting! But I got to see Co-Conspirator and TC, so that was nice, and then I spent the day with my boss, and another co-worker, and I managed to get a lot done, so win-win.

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And then it was yesterday, and Hipster Who pulled a fast one on us, and six episodes of nonsense suddenly made much more sense than they had done previously. (The Space Pirates were still the worst.) I don't remember anything else that happened yesterday.

delga: ([luther] i know you; i see you.)

At some point yesterday, whilst I was watching Avenue Q and was away from The Internet, Naya Rivera sang Amy Winehouse's Back to Black, and everything was right with the world. Excuse me whilst I run it on repeat.

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OH GOSH, GUYS. Last Friday was madness from top to toe. Work pulled a fast one on me, so that every time I tried to do something I needed to get done, there was instead post to shuffle through. Bank statements that need copying! Pass books that need to be returned recorded delivery! HUNDREDS AND HUNDRED OF QUESTIONNAIRES THAT NEEDED SCANNING. Seriously, I had 17 of those fuckers to do, and it took me two and a half hours.

Still managed to leave work a half hour early to grab a train to London where - after being held up just past Finsbury Park for a half hour - I met up with [livejournal.com profile] daygloparker. Though we were both out of our minds exhausted, she for better reasons than me, we made it to Piccadilly Circus, and a pub, and eventually the theatre. Seeing Children's Hour for the second time was a little odd for me, especially as the show I saw was in previews, and this was the penultimate performance. I liked the acting choices more, and the some of the set choices less, but it was still a very good production. I think I could watch Elisabeth Moss forever and ever.

a vague summary of events. )


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Sunday morning I nearly left my case in the room we were departing from, and then almost died trying to get to Holborn on the Central. (Everything was down. If you lived in East London that weekend? You were fucked. District was completely down. Circle was mostly down. Hammersmith and City was down from King's Cross eastbound.) Almost left my case on the train (sigh). Returned to a Fen that was not steeped in rain, but sunny, and pretty, and then finished checking over my cousin's dissertation.

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And then the week happened. Having two people share the senior position in my team is frustrating for a lot of reasons, but also results in some discrepancies in how certain things are done. Not!boss #1 is shallow, and an idiot, but the team runs smoothly enough when she is around. She gets cases checked, and reads through the inbox in a timely fashion, and handles queries that need to be handled. The downside to her is that she talks a lot of bullshit, and isn't around to finish off the work she started.

stupidity in the office. )


And, of course, the printer. Christ. THE PRINTER. I don't want to talk about it.

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Yesterday evening was a lot of fun. I really enjoyed Avenue Q, and TC is a laugh, as is the other co-worker I went with. Had a really, really good time, and TC dropped me off to the local train station...before getting lost on her way home. *headdesk* She made it, so it's all good. It was good to be able to go out after the week that the three of us had had, and it was good to be able to socialise with the people I work with a bit because I don't normally get that opportunity, living so far away. You don't need to be friends with the people you work with, but I like to get along with them because they are the only people I see with any sort of consistency. I made the mistake of befriending all the foreign students at my university, and so they have all gone home now. TC is seven years older than me, married, with a child, and so, so together, but she's the one who will email me when we haven't been in the same office all week, and try to convince me to give in to Justin Bieber's allure (um: no), or ask me if I've seen the latest Glee, or some other nonsense, and it's just nice. The average age in my office is 50, and that's only because I skew that average down. I get on with people who are older than me, I do! But, jesus, sometimes I need to talk about Mad Men like dying, and they're all buzzing about the footie, or The Apprentice, or whatever, whatever, whatever, give me strength.

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And then I made the mistake of watching Bones on my commute yesterday, and burst into tears, at which point my extravagantly-coiffured travelling companion (aka the woman who sits next to me most days for no reasons other than habit) got super concerned, and I couldn't explain that everything was okay and this stupid show was wrecking my face.

On the bus. That is shaming.

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This weekend: Engrenages, saison trois. AGGRESSIVE FRENCH LESBIANS. GIVE THEM TO ME.

delga: ([merlin] to the end of the road.)

Okay, guys, let's talk about my weekend! Let us talk, especially, about Friday, which was a world of stress unto itself, starting with my general reluctance to pack, and the discovery that I had booked my hotel for the right day, WRONG MONTH. That's right; I am a fucking genius.

Friday. )


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Woke on Saturday to a much cooler day, and made a round trip to King's Cross so that I could activate the top-up on my Oyster. Then headed to Forbidden Planet on Shaftesbury to procure some giftage, by which point it had started to rain with some gusto.

I then had a really, really lovely couple of hours with [livejournal.com profile] hestia8 who is as brilliant in person as she is online. We went to a place in Holborn that served Dutch pancakes (huge, enormous, oh-so-delicious pancakes) and basically sat there talking each others ears off. Eventually I had to leave and make my way back home. I plan on harassing [livejournal.com profile] hestia8 again in a couple of weeks when I go back to see In a Forest, Dark and Deep, under the pretence of dropping off some Danish DVDs, mwhahahaha!

Speaking of the Danes, I watched more Forbrydelsen that night, and on Sunday. Guys. Guys. Please. You should be watching this show! Everyone who has lamented the quality of TV should be watching this show! Everyone who hates slipshod plots, and stories that zip past without rhyme or reason should be WATCHING THIS SHOW. Plus: hot Danes, all over the place. Seriously.

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On Sunday I had my driving lesson, which could have gone better, and then The Mother's eldest sister came to visit so I spent the middle part of the day cooking chapattis, and then cleaning the cooker. They left pretty early, actually, so in the afternoon I cleared up, sorted out laundry, and then inadvertently got The Mother hooked on Fringe. As you do.

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Today I sat down to finish my [livejournal.com profile] picfor1000 entry which, for the past month or so, has been about 200 words of Puck/Rachel future!fic. Seeing as I wasn't getting anywhere, I ended up sitting down and proof-reading some undergrad dissertations (oh. my. god. Sometimes this side gig is a fucking nightmare), and then deciding to write Justified fic instead. As one does. It contained 100% less porn than I would have liked.

Anyway, that has been posted now. I also failed to mention that I re-posted my Yuletide 2010 entry (old school Spooks) after reveal, and that is up, too.

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Tonight I plan on watching more Fringe (though I should probably get caught up on Being Human already) and mentally preparing myself for my return to employ tomorrow. Ugh, tomorrow is MARCH. What the hell.

delga: ([Random] call this on my awful luck.)

Sometimes I'm in the middle of a reasoned debate, and I have to ask myself if the next thing I am going to say is going to tip it into non-reasoned debate, and then I have to pull out, so to speak. And it's not because what I have to say next is particularly inflammatory, just that I don't trust the other people in the conversation not to take it personally.

Have been thinking about this quite a lot recently, because self-censorship wasn't something I was into ten years ago, and now it plays a huge role in my personal interactions. A lot of the time it's with people who are very buff about their own lack of limitations when it comes to 'telling the truth' - I find that more often than not, those people are the ones I am least likely to be straight with at line-end, because those people are the ones who overreact.

Normally it's not something I'm worried about, because normally I'm not talking about anything too important, but every now and then I get frustrated at feeling the need to cut a conversation short because of the fallout.

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New Fringe! How exciting!

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The first of the polls for naming the ducks is up at [livejournal.com profile] duck_cheer. Please play/pimp/etc. even if you're not too invested. It doesn't obligate you to further participation, and I'm sure there will be something there to amuse you. The last name that was submitted to the list was 'Fauxlivia', and I laughed pretty hard.

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Had a really great time in London at the top of the week. Made a stupid, rookie mistake with the tubes on my way to the theatre but it all worked out. London ton. )


Afterwards I took the tube back to King's Cross and made my way home to find my Merlin DVDs had arrived. Things I am doing this afternoon: burning through the commentaries, oh yes.

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Am trying to sort out a group booking for the theatre in July (girl cousins have decided we want to do another trip) and it's proving really bloody difficult. Some of it is availability, some of it is pricing. Some of it is lack of choice, believe it or not. On the other hand, still have months to book it. Managed it last year; damn well going to manage it this year.

delga: ([fringe] oh st teresa.)

For the record, the layout was supposed to look like this, but then I got fed up of trying to wrangle shit so that it worked across different screen sizes, and ended up deleting the majority of my most recent customisations. Have fiddled the tiniest amount with the navigation, and with the profile, and now I am going to quit like the quitting quitter that I am.

Whilst we're here, my desktop currently looks like this, although the previous image was this. I am fickle and will likely change it back by next week.

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Oh, hey, so a month ago I was returning from London and getting ready to go to Edinburgh. I still haven't talked about that, so now is as good a time as any other. Edinburgh. )


And that was that; must do again next year.

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Tonight is Merlin, and whilst the humour on the show is pretty slapstick and embarrassing (see: the two-parter with the trolls) I am fucking excited to see Richard Wilson get to exercise his considerable chops. I love him! He is great. Also, Merlin Day is also Sir Leon Day, and really, who could say no to that? Don't answer that; I'm ignoring you.

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I watched Fringe. It is easily the best thing I have seen this week - bar Weeds, which was one long run into hysteria. But, yes, Fringe! Andrew Royo turned up and was wonderful; alt!Astrid continued to redefine interesting; Anna Torv did an excellent job of carrying the episode. I want mooooooooore.

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Things I thought I had purchased but hadn't actually: Moleskine address book! I have spent a few years looking for an address book that doesn't delineate sections (so: four lines for address; two for numbers; bold line, next entry) and [livejournal.com profile] sepiaxtoned suggested Moleskine, and now I am going to order everything from there, because it is perfect.

Also: yesterday I got my hair cut (at last!) and the woman just...didn't listen to me. It doesn't look bad, but it isn't what I asked for. Oh well.

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I am less ill, and still tired. I'm sure there'll be a remedy eventually.

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