working on it

I dreamt that I bumped into Sean connery, as one does, and having done so, commented to him that he had much less hair than when I had last seen him on screen. He looked suitably afronted, and I went up to him and cupped his face between my hands, pointing out that he had no beard this time and it was facial hair to which I was referring. He was happy at this and went away. I don't generally do face cuppage, so this was quite strange.

I watched Grave Danger last night - and again was struck by how very fake all the beginning, blatantly Tarantino, dialogues sound. But then later there was all the writhing and crying, so that was okay.

Today I watched Death in a Different Place - only the second time, and phew. Last time I was watching them all in a frenzy and missed a lot of the nuances, and this episode has a lot of nuances! Apart from the sheer beauty of HUtch, all sweaty and hot. And oh God how many times does he touch himself.. guh. And then at one point there is a drop of moisture rolling down Starsky's chest.. just slowly making its way, down the centre of his chest, amongst the chest hair and... Oh. My.

And that's without getting into the Looks that Hutch keeps giving Starsky, oh there is so much going on beneath the surface there. And I said it before but Starsky is NOT homphobic, not even a little bit. Reacting to a pivotal, stable figure from your life being revealed to have been living a lie, is not the same thing at all. So there.

Today my pmt finally reached payoff and I've been cramping all day. Went to bed mid afternoon. I think if I were left to my own devices, without any work commitments or societal norms I would live my days split in quarters, nap, up, nap, up. Either that or I'm just naturally very lazy. Or perhaps I'm an alien with an entirely different timezone?

I got the two 20p Commando war story/cartoon library things I bought off eBay, following my family book nostalgia - just as I remembered them, full of heroic self sacrifice, hate, love and guns!

Did I mention that drip of sweat on Starsky's chest?

So rarghy it's ridiculous.
( cut for being absolutely whinge ridden with no justification or real reason for woe )

Our office flooded. (well, we have a flat roof, with no drainage - over the last few weeks, this has been collecting rainwater, over the weekend it binged on it. the roof fell in. We have no waiting area downstairs, no power downstairs. 1 toilet in the whole building. This is all a bit sucky. They let people go home - but I had people coming in so had to stayt. such woe.
Also. I cricked my neck. So have been moving like a bad robotics dancer and been the subject of much non sympathetic mirth.
I sent a man to jail. (He deserved it).
I nearly went to Preston, there is a prison there, but they moved the man to Blundeston instead. This is much nearer to me, but not Preston. (I was gonna stalk the House o' Pink... this would have entailed : driving round for 7 hours till I found it. Sitting outside it for a bit. Imagining saying 'Hello'. Then driving to my Travelodge. Do not fear House O'Pinkians, this will not happen.)
well then.