she's got red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes

Man, I should really be asleep, but whatever! THIS IS TOO IMPORTANT.

You guys, it's a really really amazing Gwen vid by obsessive24 (creator of that one really really amazing Arthur vid that broke my heart), and it's fucking beautiful. OHH LEGENDS, WHY SO ANGSTY?

It's to Natalie Merchant's Effigy, which, yeah. Basically it makes me go "Guineverrrrrre" in an anguished Arthurian manner.

Pimpage alert! I have one Much/Eve drabble, I Made A Vow To Carry You Home, over at treatmuchright. Comments & concrit welcome, as ever!

So, I did another prompt over at rt_challenge. Here be two disgustingly angsty R/T sonnets (I know, I know) for your perusal. Go nuts!

Prompt:

This weekend is shaping up to be... Eventful.

First of all, Emma and I fell headlong in to the depths of Les Mis obsession, and have spent hours watching the DVD, listening to the soundtrack, reading the novel, playing the songs (badly) on Michael... And buying tickets to see the show in Londinium for £50 each. My relationship with my bank balance is very S&M. This awakened obsession has also resulted in many an hour spent cruising LJ for info and choice icons, of which there are many. I also discovered the delectable Aaron Lazar, currently playing Enjolras in the Broadway revival. Here's his homepage; I particularly recommend the Gallery section...

This evening Emma, Louise and myself made a pilgrimage to Vue, our mission being to see Hot Fuzz, starring the delectable Simon Pegg, and featuring many a classy Brit actor. Also, kudos to Rafe Spall for being very hot indeed. I was desperately trying not to get my hopes up, in case it wasn't quite as good as Shaun Of The Dead, but it completely was, so yay! Then , we ventured on to Frankie & Benny's. Needless to say, we ate like the gluttons we are, and now I feel queasy.

This glorious day was rounded off with a trip to Wifey's room to watch Sharpe's Justice. Now, not only did this star Sean 'Sex' Bean, it also featured My TV Boyfriend Philip Glenister! Sigh. He looked rather smashing in velvet, even if the hair was a bit Duran Duran. He was still butch as anything, though. It was like Gene Hunt with principles. And while on the subject...

( Cut for psychoanalysis )

And tomorrow, the plan is to dodge the Neighbours Omnibus bullet, crack on with the Italian, then settle in for the first few hours of State Of Play (Simm! Morrisey! McAvoy! Glenister! Nighy!), watch Recovery (Angsty Bearded Tennant!) and then finish off SOP. It shall be magnificent.

Okay, so here comes some rather brazen pimpage. I have this bizarre thing where, when I get into a show, or a band, or whatever, I cannot rest easy until I have converted others to the cause.

( They only want me for my Pimp Juice )

Finally, I love thedreamygirl for making me this:

That's practically canon, y'all.