This Is Not A Democracy

Since distortedmya hasn't been around, I'm really struggling to write.

I feel like Fear of the Dark part three was dropped when I got it out of the sink and is now in a thousand pieces and I hace noe idea which part should go where.

I usually start my timelines after writing the story, to keep track of what happened, but Im having to write it in advance, this time, to fit it all together and work put what I need to do. Some of it will be repurposed from the eight thousand words or so that I already have, but I really think I need some new scenes which tie the Patroh thread with the magic thread. Something to prepare for part four, which is when the mystical shit hits the proverbial fan.

TWNW 21 is also proving tough to hit the right tone on. I know what essentially needs to happen, but getting it there is tricky, which is why I'm working on FOTD.

I guess it's a kind of writer's block and I just need some time away from it. Maybe this weekend I'll do some of my Bardic Grade coursework, instead.

Also, tomorrow is Bear's and my fourth anniversary. FOUR YEARS. He remains my adorable little bucket of dad jokes and cute aggression.

So, the redesign is complete! It is now centred on the Wilmington Long Man, where I spend a lot of time celebrating the turning of the year.

I've got rid of some of the crap I used to have on here (needs more work, I think) and now I need to get into the habit of using it again.

How is everyone? Anyone still posting?

Is anyone still here?

I will be watching that awkward ginger kid in a film and being geeky.



2011 took two of my favourite bands, my sport, my job and one of my dearest friends.

Bring it on, 2012. There is no way you can fuck up worse than that, even if you mark the end of civilisation as we know it.

I just found out my very dear friend, Chris, passed away over Christmas. I don’t have a lot of details yet, but I know it wasn’t intentional and I know that there are a lot of people in this little city who are absolutely devastated by his loss.

I first met Chris when I went for an interview at the games company where I went on to work; he was in HR. And yes, he did come to work with a mohawk and a large spider tattoo on his head. It was that sort of place, and he was that kind of person. He was also the kindest, most loving and most generous person I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. No matter who you were, Chris would welcome you with open arms and then probably tell you something completely shocking and inappropriate, or get his knob out to show you his piercing. He was so good-hearted that you couldn’t help but love him, even if you expected him to be some mad anarchist who’d spit in your face. He was an anarchist and a little bit of a lovable maniac, but he was more likely to embrace you with a huge, “ELLO, MAAAATE!”

He loved animals, and every day, his little woof, Leonard, would come to work with him and demand to play ‘tuggy’ with anyone who passed through the HR Department. They were both so playful and energetic - absolute kindred spirits. I’m sure Len will go to live with one of Chris’s dear friends, now, but no matter how much he is loved at his new home, no one will ever love him as much as Chris did.

I know it’s a cliche, and everyone feels it when someone close to them passes away, but it’s like a light has gone out in Brighton. He’ll be so pissed off if he’s gone to Heaven, as well - he’d be much more excited about seeing what Hell was like. xoxo

Okay, kids, I've had enough. I'm moving over to Dreamwidth. If you're there, you can add me here.

I may need some help understanding it.

...by accident.

So, we originally went into London to see Phil at the First Direct Dialogue Festival. Less than an hour before the show, he tweeted me (! -- he doesn't really @reply people, but I'd tweeted to say we were going and tagged him in it) to let me know it had been cancelled. We went to find the venue anyway, which in itself was hidden in a way which left us really confused, to see what was going on, and someone who worked in another part of the building said they hadn't sold enough tickets, so it had been called off.

At a loss for what to do, and not wanting to come all the way back to Brighton immediately, we decided to head down to Leicester Square and see if there was anyone giving out flyers for comedy nights (there usually is). By a massive, massive fluke, it turned out that Phil was also performing at the Comedy Store (as far as we can tell, he was aiming to do three, if not four separate shows over at least two, possibly three venues, tonight, because he's back on for the 11pm show and ran out of the venue with his guitar as soon as we'd got outside, apparently going somewhere).

We talked to the bouncer outside and by total luck, managed to get the last two tickets, which someone had left on the door for resale. We got in at the end of the first act, and got to see Jeff Innocent and the truly awesome Doc Brown before Phil came on.

He was absolutely brilliant. Some familiar material from older shows we'd seen before on YouTube and clips on TV, but live it brings a completely different feel to it. There was a point where he chased a man out of the room because he was going to the toilet during the show, and then when he came back, Phil climbed on his chair, sang him a song and put his crotch in his face. The man, brilliantly, started to undo Phil's jeans in response. By the end of the gig we'd all seen his rainbow-striped banana hammock, but after the dream sequence in Holy Flying Circus, I suppose it's a bit tame, all things considered.

I was amazed by his ability to get a room full of Brits to sing along to The Only Gay Eskimo. In fact, he got a retired (?) policeman who was there with his wife, daughter and son-in-law to get up on stage and sing a chorus solo. It was bonkers. But brilliant. And hilarious. And totally worth the fucking around with the Dialogue Festival.

All in all, an awesome day. Would totally go to see him live again.

Also, he looks rather attractive with a beard.

Drawing John Cleese is weird. It's like... you spend ages drawing him and it looks nothing like him, and then all of a sudden, you'll put in one like and BOOM. There he is.

Eric is a little bit scratchy because my hand got so tired and he was the one I drew last.

I think I'm happiest with Graham and Jonesy.


Eric Idle, Graham Chapman, Michael Palin, John Cleese, Terry Jones, Terry Gilliam

Also, have a gif of Rufus!Terry because I am in love with him, now. I wish there was better reference material so I could do an ensemble of the Holy Flying Circus versions...

L-R: Darren Boyd (John Cleese), Charles Edwards (Michael Palin), Rufus Jones (Terry Jones ♥_♥)
Steve Punt (Eric Idle), Tom Fisher (Graham Chapman), Phil Nichol (Terry Gilliam)

HOLY FUCKING FLYING CIRCUS, YOU GUISE!

If you didn’t watch it, go to iPlayer, or a torrent site, and find Holy Flying Circus — a comedy drama about the Pythons and the censorship battle over Life of Brian — and watch the fuck out of it.

I was always a huge Michael Palin fan (for those unfamiliar, the Nicest Man In The World Second Picture), ever since I saw him running around in a loin cloth playing an ex-leper, but I am now officially a huge Terry Tewwy Jones (third picture) fan. I especially like the idea of him as Michael Palin’s wife. It’s a fannish wet dream, I promise you. There’s a kiss and everything.

And I also now really fancy Rufus Jones, who played Terry. I want him to be my manwife with fake tits.

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And from a later post...

I have to admit... my little shipper heart is already building a little backstory about fictional!Mike and fictional!TerryJ getting together in University and how in the context of this film, Terry totally knows that John is in love with Mike, but he's pretty laid back about it because Mike is The Nicest Man In The World and there's no way he'd reciprocate, because "John is the Annoying One" anyway...




…and the whole thing with Terry as his wife is a running joke amongst the Pythons because as soon as they get in the front door they’re such an old married couple, even though they’re completely private about it outside the house.

The whole thing could be so utterly, gloriously ridiculous.

Is there literally nothing my little slasher brain will not fuck with?

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If you haven't seen this already, I will provide it for you. You NEED TO SEE THIS.