The first thing I need to say is that I was looking through old e-mails whilst clearly not doing work, and I don't know how you've put up with me for the past five to ten years. I'm sorry for that and I'm going to try to do better.
Secondly, if anyone wants to play with him, Cutler is bored. As much as he likes being bored... I'm not going to let him be. Angelica and Mike are also available.
Next week: Nimueh returns! With a shorter dress! Uther is emo! About magic! Will we find out the truth about his dark past? Will Merlin and Nimueh actually meet? Will Julian Rhind Tutt ever make his guest appearance and make this authoress happy? Find out in the next episode - same Warlock Time, same Warlock Channel! :D
*The BBC would like to point out that next week Merlin will be on at a slightly different Warlock Time, same Warlock Channel. They just didn’t want to interrupt the flow.
I started writing Cutler Beckett/Richard Lazarus. This is because I am made of awesome.
The boat collided with a ridge of sand, closing the short journey from the ship to the shore. A few men clambered out and lumbered up the beach. One stayed for a while, perfectly still, and looked at a figure curled up on the beach. The figure was not one of the landing party. His gaze rested gently on him, unobtrusively watchful, but steady.
“Lord Beckett!” called one of the men on the beach, and the man in the boat rose.
Beckett stumbled a little climbing over the side of the vessel, which was higher than his legs could truly manage, and he ended up with his breeches wet. After a little chaos, which the other men either missed or purposely ignored, Beckett strolled carefully towards the man he had been watching. He had by now looked up to survey the landing party.
A few feet away, Beckett asked, “Is this him, Groves?”
Groves gave a cough, “As far as we could ascertain, my lord. The locals call him Lazarus… They say… They say he has lived twice.”
Beckett could see no signs of this Lazarus person having lived even once. It was doubtful that he was any older than thirty. Even with his sleepless eyes, and skin and hair united in a coat of dirt, he looked as fresh a young gentleman as Beckett had ever seen after a night drinking on Tortuga. And he’d seen quite a few.
The only thing that gave him away was a sneering look that seemed to say he’d seen a thousand of Beckett’s kind before. A meeting of eyes finally convinced Beckett that there must be something in the rumours.
“So,” Beckett asked, with marked distaste, “Are you some example of dark magic? Voodoo perhaps?”
“I,” Lazarus answered, with equal vehemence, “Am a man of science.
I think Caroline Quentin is the most unexpected mad crush I've ever had.
I just want to watch this over and over but I'm too embarrassed to play it in case people hear. And I want Jonathan Creek DVDs. And Whose Line DVDs. Basically, I need more Caroline, and more Josie Lawrence too. Josie's love for her is like a beached whale - it's true because they sang it in an improvised duet.
Charlie was playing this down the phone to me today. A Eurovision track from this year? I don't even know when Eurovision was, only that if I'd been able to, I'd have been watching it with you guys. And I'm sure we all would have loved this one best.
Ladies and gentleman, the Beeb's Robin Hood just gained a thousand points worth of win.
I wish there was someone here to watch Robin Hood with me. And I wish Josie and Mr. Bamber's characters were recurring so that I could pair them just because I love them both so much, even though they hate each other. You'd probably get fed up with my crushing on Josie though... Yes, indeed, be thankful that you are far away for it is reaching Emma-Thompson-ish levels (although not quite, obviously).
And tomorrow the new adaptation of A Room With a View will be on! Oh, ITV, please do justice to my beloved Forster.
I hate how much pleasure I gain from television at the moment.
I just received an e-mail saying that you can buy tickets for Spamalot with up to 50% off. Some seats cost £7.50! (Probably seats with large objects in front of them that obscure the stage, but that matters not!) ;____;
I want money, dash it! WITH MONEY I WILL BUY THE KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE; ALL OF THEM.
If you're suffering withdrawal as I am, here's a little something to keep you going through these dark, bleakly heterosexual times...
Ah, I loved this comment posted on the original YouTube page: "LEE is hot lewis is a fag Lee is the hottest guy in the world and yes i am in love with him." Oh, my dear, you have tragically misunderstood the beauty of the all-male-musical-reality-show format. XD
I LOVE THIS SONG. IT'S A MUSICAL ABOUT TRAINS. BUT. SO. INSPIRING. I AM THE STARLIGHT.
So, here I am. Writing to this community again, where only I ever update (except for that glorious vision of Jessie's inner turmoil... and those posts, back in the day, when Drew only ever updated, mainly because he had no idea what he'd been talked into...). I've been looking through my images of Mark Gatiss and briefly considered printing some off, in order to fashion myself a 'Get Well' card. I am a sad and lonely individual.
How is everyone else? Did you enjoy Pirates?
Having a horrible time trying to get started on a fic for Mumsy. It's supposed to be part of her birthday present, but her birthday is rather... tomorrowish. I don't know if I'll get it done. Do you think she'd like a Gatiss card? No, probably not. She thinks he's weird and just the kind of man I'd like.