magicallaw

Remind you of anyone? No, me neither, but it is me as a superhero. You can do your own one here.

Also, Keeley Hawes? I knew you were a smart woman:

Ashes To Ashes star Keeley Hawes has admitted to having a secret crush on co-star Philip Glenister's character DCI Gene Hunt.

The actress, who plays DI Alex Drake on the BBC show, told Psychologies that she cannot help fancying Glenister's no-nonsense cop.

"When Philip Glenister goes into character and starts shouting his head off, [all the women on set] go, 'Oooooh!' Women's lib out the window. You want him to come and save you," she said.

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You are so not alone, Keeley. *whimpers*

Mostly battling with this feckin' cold. If one more person tells me that this particular bug lasts for at least two weeks I shall cough all over them. Bah. Anyway, it is improving. Slowly. So I feel like getting back to the norm; which I am. I am writing fic. Whoop. Done about 300 words tonight which is good as this particular story has been on my mind for a while now. Will be fit to post one day, one hopes.

What else? Well, catching up on telly has been high on the agenda. Series two of Secret Diary of a Call Girl is nearly all watched now. Have to say, I prefer it to last year, but then I preferred the second book which focused more on Belle's personal life much like this series. Plus, like lizbee, I am having fun playing spot Billie's Baby Bump and/or Body Double. I swear they didn't even try to hide it with the Rapunzel outfit from episode 6.

Have also been watching Stephen Fry's Big Trip Around America In His Taxi (or whatever it's called). I do actually want him to adopt me. Watching him on a horse was very entertaining.

I am failing to watch SJA on the day it is broadcast, but that's what the iPlayer is for. I like watching it when I'm feeling particularly crappy as I can't tell you how much it fills me with glee. I have been looking for Clyde icons. I NEEDS MOAR CLYDE. WHERE ARE THEY ALL? HEY?

I know there's been more stuff... WORK. OMG. Yes, work. Have been working A LOT, and there is no sign of it easing up. At least I won't get bored. It would be nice to come home in the evening and not feel like collapsing in bed with a book. Oh yes, I finished New Moon. Oh, man. These books are terribly addictive, in that way where I want to point and laugh at Bella Swan for being so pathetic. Am borrowing the next one, whatever it's bloody well called, from a buddy real soon. THE SAGA CONTINUES OMG.

Must be off as my bed and Richard Hammond is calling me. I am of course referring to his autobiography which has big words and pictures. I AM READING LIKE A GROWN UP. Next up: The Magic Faraway Tree. Which was totally awesome, by the way.

I can now use the next hole on my belt. Good times.

I'm bloody starving. Bad times.


ETA: It's funny; usually when I look at this icon I get jealous of the ice cream. Now, I'm jealous of Peter :(