{ so don't think you know better cos that's what you mean to me. }

[delga]

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.)

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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.