So. Ten years ago today (it was a Sunday), the BBC aired the first episode of Torchwood. The first two episodes actually, as it was a double bill. Much of the country boggled at it, unsure quite what they'd just seen, but I fell in love. It was loud and fun and a bit ridiculous; okay, quite a lot ridiculous. It turned out to be just what I most wanted from my television though, and I couldn't let the tenth anniversary go by without some sort of celebration. A short story then, hopefully in the spirit of the fun, sensible-sci-fi-fan-annoying show that I fell in love with, ten years ago tonight. It's beneath the cut, and also at AO3.

Title: Persistence
Characters: Jack, Tosh, Gwen, Owen, Ianto and Myfanwy
Rating: G
Word Count: c.5500

Spoilers for season one. Set early in season two, but no spoilers for that.

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Some time today I plan to begin a rewatch. I haven't seen seasons one and two in years, so it will be something of a rediscovery.

Happy birthday, Torchwood!
swordznsorcery: (methos)
( Oct. 6th, 2016 21:42)
Earlier in the year, [personal profile] lost_spook posted a ficmeme using lines from poems as prompts of a sort. It looked interesting, but I had a lot on at the time. Then this morning I read that today is National Poetry Day. What better day to take out that old meme and dust it off? The rules are fairly straight forward. Write down five fandoms in alphabetical order. Go here. Note down the fifth line of whatever random poem you land on. Partner it with the first fandom in your list. Click refresh, and rinse and repeat for all five.

And good luck if, like me, you have a mild allergy to Emily Dickinson.

Five poems, five ficlets, five fandoms )
Dear Brain,

If there's some reason why I've spent the last few days singing a selection of songs from the BBC Radio for Schools production Queen Beryl & the Romans, which my school performed in 1982, then I'd love to hear it. Equally, if there's some reason why I can faultlessly sing a bunch of songs that I haven't heard in thirty-four years, when my memory regarding anything that might be a bit useful is pretty much non-existent, I would also like to know. Really, Brain. It's embarrassing.

Oh hey, look: Peter Davison's got an autobiography coming out! Sounds promising. We already know he can write. I like the write up at Amazon:

His fans have spoken, but despite their requests, Peter Davison has gone ahead and written his autobiography anyway. It wasn't the book they tried to stop it was more like the book they didn't want him to start.

I think I shall look forward to that one.
swordznsorcery: (manolito)
( Aug. 3rd, 2016 00:23)
So, [personal profile] heartonsnow said that I had to post something. That was more than a week ago actually, but I still haven't thought of anything worth posting. Still, let's see where this goes. I'll start with books, as that's easy.

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It's been a pretty rubbish week, hasn't it! We accidentally broke Britain, we accidentally broke Europe, we accidentally broke the national - and possibly the international - economy. We also appear to have broken both the Government and the Opposition, meaning that the country is currently being run by Larry, the Prime Minister's cat. And as if that wasn't enough, we made Nigel Farage happy. Oh Britain. If there are any world leaders reading this: this is what happens when you ask ordinary people to make your extremely complex economic and political decisions for you, when all they have to inform them is the media. Anyway. Beneath the cut is a five minute video from an American comedy series, and trust me, you need it in your life right now. Sarcasm, with added Tennant and Capaldi.

Click! )

Never have I missed Drop The Dead Donkey more.
swordznsorcery: (queen)
( Jun. 20th, 2016 19:22)
Because it made me laugh, and because heaven knows we could all (well, those of us in Europe, anyway) do with a little lightening of spirit of late, re: this blasted referendum. (NSFW, pro-remain video).

Most of you have probably seen it already, as it's been doing the rounds all day, but whatever. Incidentally, I also recommend the #CatsAgainstBrexit tag on Twitter, if you like cats with your (not especially deep) political commentary. I see that mine have been at it. I wasn't aware that they knew how to type, but they do like to surprise us.
Probably only accessible to British people, I'm afraid, but the BBC has just released a series of plays and serials on their shop celebrating five decades of lesbian and gay drama:

There's some really interesting-looking stuff included. I should think most people are familiar with the likes of The Buddha Of Suburbia and Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit, but there's also some much older stuff, including a 1979 play called Coming Out, starring Anton Rodgers and Nigel Havers; a 1976 play starring Jane Lapotaire; and a 1974 play starring Alison Steadman. The latter had been thought lost, but was found as a domestic recording twenty years later.

There's a transgender release in there as well, but sadly it's 2015's Boy Meets Girl. Come on, BBC. Time for a half decent release of 1996's Different For Girls. Long overdue.
I have dug everything. Everywhere. If there was something you didn't want dug, sorry. It's too late now, you should have said. Everything is now planted in the allotment, but turns out that watering is accomplished by hanging over the riverbank, and dipping a bucket into the water. So that's my job, as there's no way my mother can do that. If you hear a splash, it's me.

Elsewhere (a different river), I was out walking again, watching the bouncing fishes, and look look!

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swordznsorcery: (xenon)
( May. 29th, 2016 20:58)
So, it being a beautiful evening, I went for a walk. I decided to go down to the river where the ducks and moorhens live, although most had turned in for the night. The river certainly wasn't bare though. Little fishes everywhere, leaping out of the water to catch flies. It was fab to watch.

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swordznsorcery: (littlejoe)
( May. 28th, 2016 20:45)
A book meme ganked off [personal profile] liadtbunny, and general rambling about life, the universe and everything stuff.

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Blake's 7, Dayna/Tarrant, flying

Fandom: Blake's 7
Characters: Dayna and Tarrant
Gen, c. 1300 words

Cut for length )
I'm basically being trolled by cats now. I just cleaned out my keyboard, and there was at least one full cats worth of fur stuffed under the keys. They must get together to poke it down there when I'm not around. None of which is what I came here to post. What did I come here to post? Nothing. Something. I ought to post something, as I never do, and the rest of you lead interesting lives, or at least manage to make yourselves sound interesting, and I'm just here being me.

I read a book! It was a very nice book. It's called The Tyrannosaur Chronicles, by Dave Hone (except he's called David Hone on the cover, to make himself sound more serious and sciencey). It's all about the biology of tyrannosaurs, and what we know, and how we know what we know, and it's full of nice diagrams of skeletons. Also it's purple. 99.9% of you aren't remotely interested, but I'm recommending it anyway, as I promised I would. (I read some other books too, but this one was best).

I've also been watching films, on and off. I've been trying to watch one a week, as I haven't really watched films in years, and to start with I decided it was high time I got around to seeing the Back To The Future trilogy. It's supposedly one of those iconic 80s things, but despite seeing the first one at the cinema about two million years ago, I'd never seen the others. I shan't be bothering again! Although the third one wasn't entirely bad. Then I rewatched the Indiana Jones trilogy to make me feel better about 80s films (and indeed 80s film trilogies, I suppose). That was much, much better. Also 100% more Tip Tipping. The Last Crusade also featured surprise Julian Glover, which was nice. And then after that, I watched the proper Star Wars trilogy, because they actually put out the proper, non-fiddled-with version on DVD, and Amazon was nice enough to be selling it second hand for 12p. Han clearly fires first, sorry George. It was lots of fun, but sadly Return Of The Jedi left me with the Ewok theme song stuck in my head for three days. Here: click at your peril. Dear me, the eighties were a strange place at times.

Some pictures and things )
It's snowing here. Thick and fast, with gigantic flakes. How is it snowing, sky?! It's April the something. It looks very nice, but my mother asked me to sort out the guttering today, and there's no way I'm going up a ladder right now. (It's getting thicker all the time. It's practically a blizzard now. Is this what you have to expect when you get warm sunshine through December?) Still, I'm feeling reasonably accomplished despite the lack of guttering, as I finally got the Adam Adamant Lives! thing posted that I was supposed to do for [community profile] fandom_stocking back in January. Actually, that's not "accomplished" really, is it. More "What the bloody hell were you playing at all year?!". Still, it's done. (There is now a diagonal wall of white outside the window. I may have vanished completely by lunchtime).

Still, none of this is what I actually set out to post. Internet, I am most displeased with you. You told me, in the only unified voice I have ever known the internet to have, that the new Star Wars film was good. Good, you said. And now, on the eve of its DVD release, I find myself getting massively spoiled for it, and that happens?! Seriously, internet? That happens, and you told me it was good? If anybody wants me, I shall be over in the corner for the rest of the month, rocking gently and making faint squeaking sounds. Whilst glaring at you, internet.

I think my snow is turning to rain. That might be more April, but the snow is infinitely prettier. Make your mind up, sky.

ETA: (Half past eight) Bloody hell, that is proper heavy snow now. I may not be seen again until I can dig myself out sometime in June.
Majorly belated for boring life reasons, this was originally intended for [community profile] fandom_stocking, for [personal profile] lost_spook and [personal profile] liadtbunny. By way of apology for its appalling tardiness, it comes with an accompanying 1966 playlist, in an attempt to add some local colour.

Fandom: Adam Adamant Lives!
Characters: Adam and Georgie
Gen, c. 10000 words

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swordznsorcery: (methos)
( Mar. 17th, 2016 20:12)
Memed from [personal profile] liadtbunny. I actually did this several days ago, and then forgot to make the post public, and now obviously several of the answers have changed! So I'll add the new ones in brackets.

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swordznsorcery: (littlejoe)
( Mar. 15th, 2016 21:22)
Well, maybe not recs as such. I have especially enjoyed these three books just recently, but I do admit that the first one is a bit niche, and it seems that most of you have read the second one anyway. But still! Book recs!

Books! )
swordznsorcery: (ratpack)
( Mar. 13th, 2016 14:07)
This just popped up in my YouTube subscriptions, and it made me smile, so I'm inflicting it on you. Beneath the cut, on The Dean Martin Show (I'd say about 1968 from the look of it), Dino tackles Blue Moon. It's two minutes, and he manages to do nearly one of them sensibly.

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It's pretty quiet. Needs the volume whacking up.
I've been Ambassadors of Deathing. This is an early Pertwee Doctor Who, and I found it quite splendid. Astronauts who aren't really astronauts, and lots of slightly wobbly SFX killing people willy-nilly with flashes. I do like a good bit of Jon Pertwee. It's funny how different my favourite Doctors are. Hartnell, all deceptively bumbling, with Ian and Barbara to do the energetic stuff for him; Pertwee striding about the place with his cape all a-swirl, never missing the chance to speed around on a motorbike or a helicopter; Davison with his butter-wouldn't-melt approach, all enthusiasm and improvisation; and McGann, switching from joy to broodage in a heartbeat, randomly snogging passersby and actually managing to get a girlfriend. But none of that is anything remotely to do with "Ambassadors Of Death".

It's a good fun adventure, with a very good guest cast. A seven parter, which could sometimes be the downfall of the Pertwee era, as at times you can't help but think that they'd have been better off being just the usual four. This one uses its episodes well though. The story doesn't outstay its welcome, and if anything it could almost use a few extra minutes to stop the ending being so sudden. I imagine that anybody reading this who is remotely interested has already seen it - but just in case, some astronauts turn out not to be astronauts, to the consternation of the British Space Agency (who pays for all this stuff in the Whoniverse?! Britain must have the best economy in the world!), but to the grim joy of psycho renegade General Herne the Hunter Carrington. He wants carte blanche to annihilate all aliens everywhere, and is hoping to manufacture hostilities between humanity and its visitors, in order to trigger a UN-sanctioned aliengeddon. Meanwhile, HAVOC hurl themselves and each other all over the television screen, and lots of stuff goes snap, crackle and pop.

Here, have some pictures:

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