January 23rd, 2006

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100 favourite books

Gacked from pim2005 (though not technically a meme, per se):

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Hmm, a bit worried about my narrow reading tastes. Maybe I should try different kinds of books. Possibly.

And what was the name of the muppet that went meep and looked like a constipated carrot?
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I am such a fucking disaster area! I keep (most of) my computer CDs in special cases that hold 4 CDs each which then go in a special wee box. First I lost the one that had my shop-bought, perfectly legal copy of Paint Shop Pro 7 (I emphasise its legality on account of that being generally a rare thing in this life) in it, and now it appears I have also lost the one that had Nero, the burning software. Grr. Argh. Why am I so constitutionally incapable of looking after my belongings? Blatantly I should never have left home...
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In an attempt to produce a slightly better mood, here is some PGW to share:

His first emotion was one of surprise that so much human tonnage could have been assembled at one spot. A cannibal king, beholding them, would have whooped with joy and reached for his knife and fork with the feeling that for once, the catering department had not failed him.

`The moment my fingers clutch a pen,' said Leila Yorke, `a great change comes over me. I descend to the depths of goo which you with your pure mind with wouldn't believe possible. I write about stalwart men, strong but oh so gentle, and girls with wide grey eyes and hair the colour of ripe wheat, who are always having misunderstandings and goign to Africa. The men, that is. The girls stay at home and marry the wrong bimbos. But there's a happy ending. The bimbos break their necks in the hunting field and the men come back in the last chapter and they and the girls get together in hte twilight, and all around is the scent of English flowers and birds singing their evensong in the shrubbery. Makes me shudder to think of it.'

Even at normal times Aunt Dahlia's map tended a little towards the crushed strawberry. But never had I seen it take on so pronounced a richness as now. She looked like a tomato struggling for self-expression.

`She had wanted to borrow my aunt's brooch,' said Ukridge, `but I was firm and wouldn't let her have it - partly on principle and partly because I had pawned it the day before.'

His hand moved upwards, and I think his idea was to bare his head reverently. The project was, however, rendered null and void by the fact that he hadn't a hat on.

`I remember years ago, Bertie,' said Aunt Dahlia, `when you nearly swallowed your rubber comforter and started turning purple. And I, ass that I was, took it out and saved your life. Let me tell you, it will go very hard with you if you ever swallow a rubber comforter again when only I am by to aid.

(All this and more may be found at the ineffable Drones Club.)
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The Evening's Televisual Viewing

Switched on TV to be greeted with tail-end of benefit fraud, in which one woman was passionately declaring "It weren't my fault!" No, love, that was someone else who diddled the state out of 20 grand, then...

Trailer for Hotel Babylon, featuring rather a lot of Teh Dex, who, in his older form, is actually growing on me. Anyone else see The Virgin Queen last night? He didn't say much but was really quite on the scrummy side.

I'm really enjoying Life on Mars. This week they were investigating a murder in a factory which, in 30 years' time, will have been converted into flats, one of which will be the home of DI Tyler. As he said of the man lying amidst a bunch of looms, "He's under my kitchen table!" Good stuff. But how freaky is the test card girl? *shudders*

Ah, Prison Break... when did five suddenly get all the good American imports? Enjoyed the first ep *very* much and am looking forward to watching the rest of the series. Prison blueprints tatooed on your body: it's like the hardcore version of writing French vocab on your leg...

And I flicked over to ER during the ads, and was amused to come across Neela saying in a very non-discreet way, "You have no genitalia." Well, of course.