Oh man, I was supposed to post before now, about London, the trip, accidentally gatecrashing London Pride etc. but I am shattered and terrible at forming sentences. Instead, here: have a post about how OH GOD I DID NOT SLEEP and now it is 6.30-something ante-meridiem and I am leaving in about 4 minutes, and also, how I have had to stop my current watch-Mads-Mikkelsen-in-everything campaign because Elsker dig for evigt (I refuse to type the English title because it is dumb when put next to the literal translation) is hurting me in all the good places, and possibly I am hormonal, and yes, okay, it makes me cry like a giant baby.
Also, yes, I am aware that in King Arthur he is actually Tristram (which I. fucking. love.) but for the sake of expediency and clarity, I will continue calling him Tristan. Because I can, and because no-one else cares. I did find out today that apparently the bird was called Mordecai but I am calling bullshit, mostly because I just prefer my choice more. (My choice being Isolde. OF COURSE. Of course.)
--
Wow, this post is ten kinds of useless. I was going to talk about work and plays and ballet and stuff! (ALONZO KING'S LINES BALLET IN EDINBURGH = THINGS I AM GOING TO SEE.) Also: hahahahahaha, femgen, what the hell.
no subject
Date: 2010-07-07 11:34 am (UTC)This is genuinely so amazing that it just floored me a little.
Also: colour me ironically amused that you come to London and accidentally end up gatecrashing London Pride whereas I, who lives just outside London and was actually planning to go to Pride this year, didn't. I hope you had fun, though? It sounds like you had fun.
no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 06:53 am (UTC)It was kind of great! I have a flag now. I wish my camera was better because there were some amazing drag queens out, as well as some really beautiful things - gay families and their kids, awesome placards etc. Excellent.