UPDATE, BEX. UPDATE.

It seems only pure, undiluted fangirlish glee can inspire me enough to post on LJ at the moment, hence the somewhat running theme of my last few entries. LJ's just been a bit, I don't know, blah. Which it shouldn't be, what with its 10th birthday an' all. Maybe I was a bit blah on my 10th (actually, I was a bit *hormonal* what with mother nature giving me a really inappropriate gift. Anyway).

Well, I think you may have gathered that I rather enjoyed Red Dwarf's ressurrection. The first part was decidedly weird but then I've always been creeped out by the lack of laughter track when it comes to RD. By part two, it didn't matter, it was full steam ahead. Although how much sense did it make to those who haven't seen Blade Runner (and if you haven't, SEE IT. NOW. I INSIST. COME BACK LATER.) I don't know. Thankfully I wrote a paper on it in my first year (fittingly, I wrote one on RD in my last year!) so the million references didn't pass me by. But I'll stand by the bottom of our stairs and eat a barncake if I didn't sit through the whole thing with a grin! Now, where's that series?

In similar fangirl news, ROBERT'S GOING TO BE IN EMMA!* Oh much yayness, a costume drama has finally happened for him. Also loved his little foray back on to My Family last week, although am dismayed the production team couldn't come up with an excuse for interesting outfits this time round. That's probably because Bobbeh Lindsay was busy wearing them!



* I apologise to mysticheaven  for any confusion caused. And maybe I ought to take the batteries out of the smut alarm.

• 05:12 Chris Barrie + camp Northern accent = <333333333. Not that said highlight is the be all and end all. IT WAS ALL BRILLIANT. #

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...See, Hyperdrive - *that's* how you do it.

Although that CGI and trendy camera work made me nautious. It's not like they didn't have some rubber tenticles/testicles they could have used! But apart from that it was classic Red Dwarf - almost like everyone had been revising! Even Rimsy.

And now there's two holograms to fancy!


(that's how one should dress to celebrate the occasion).

• 19:20 Have some epic fangirling in store this week, starting with mah Bobbeh on tv in an hour, and then onto the Dwarfness this weekend! x #

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'Ere, do my eyes decieve me (they usually do. I'm forever forgetting that those clones of me in shops are, in fact, mirrors) or is there no mention of the following on my Flist...?


For today it has been the Barrier's day of birth and one worth celebrating. Speaking of which, Mauve Alert is not dead after all. Unlike me, it has a real clone which is GRRROWING and will be introduced in the not too distant future. What with Red Dwarf being ressurrected an' all, I'm expecting some of them carrotists OMG I just shot back about eight years Chris fangirls to come back out and play! Fun times.

• 17:43 Have spent today poking around those leaked RD websites. Complete fangasm alert. x #

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And on a more depressing note:

MAUVE ALERT #1 IS OFFICIALLY DEAD NOW. SADFACE.

Don your black underwear and join me in a collective tear.
But not forever, for it currently lives at Facebook as some sort of lustful zombie and will be fully resurrected (like Brittas and his missing navel! Except that I didn't think much of those later series but shush) in the upcoming future. There's always a place for knee worship in the internet.

There's not much more I can say about RED DWARF OMG NEW RED DWARF  that hasn't already been said, other than I finally see a picture of Chris with a glimpse of costume (and hear that Simon Gregson *may* be involved in the specials....!) and... well, it's very hard trying not to wet oneself in complete and absolute fannish excitement.

Either that or I have just dreamt the entire thing. It's hard to tell.

.... Ack, my main Chris icon is out of commission. This makes everything WORSE.

*SADFACE*

Alas, I bring bad news. As of February 2009, MSN have decided, in their infinite wisdom, to shut down MSN Groups. Which means no more Mauve Alert. You remember Mauve? Yes, blast from the past, that one.

They are offering a chance to move over to Multiply.com, but this has the following problems:
a) Already a member, I'm not convinced about Multiply
b) I don't know if the entire archive is safe
c) Most importantly of all, I CAN'T SIGN IN AS MANAGER. Indeed it is an EPIC MODERATOR!FAIL. As assistant manager, I'm powerless and can only really sit and watch Mauve die like some soon to be widow by her husbands deathbed in a trashy soap. Anyway.

All is not lost, I'm in the midst of saving as much as possible to harddrive, and Mauve *shall* return bigger, better, faster, stronger. In the meantime there is the Facebook group and I shall keep you updated as to any further developments.
And tell MSN they smell. Seven years and that's it? Thanks pal, I'm off? Not so much as a lump in your throat? No, you're thinking of Kochanski, the only lump you've got is down the front of your trousers.

* Or, alternatively, 'end of an ear'. Not quite the same.

TICKETS. AFTER ALL. YES. WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN. <333333333333333333333333333
*gratitude in bucketloads for Mr Bathurst*

Meanwhile, I'm getting Waterloo Road (I'm only watching it because, y'know, Rochdale) and Bad Girls increasingly mixed up. Sudden Explosions, Eva Pope being a prostitute - hasn't this been done before?

Speaking of Rochdale, there was an interview with Anna Friel in the weekend paper about her staying Rite Northern and hireing a Lancashire nanny so that her kid will have the accent. Now, I like Anna. She's beautiful and talented and from my town, which is quite a feat. And I admire her Keepin' It Real. Except.....Anna? That Pantene advert? What is *THAT*? That slightly plummy tone is about AS FAR AWAY FROM A LANCASHIRE ACCENT AS YOU CAN GET. I think your Pushing Daisies voice is closer.

If you want to hear the local dialect, listen to my aunt on the phone I'm sure Lisa Stansfield and Caroline Aherne can help you out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fyco2HmZaZc&feature=related
I was going to say me, but my accent's a bit more Mancunian. Or Agyness Deyn, who borrows my voice when I'm not using it (please tell me I don't say 'like...' every other word, though. I don't, do I? Oh no). 

We've only just realised that my birth certificate states I'm Mancunian because the area I was born was classified as being in Manchester rather than Lancashire at the time (IT'S COMPLICATED). My Mum told me this in a suprised tone that suggests I'm from another country altogether (I don't know why it's such a surprise, one would think she was there at the time). Mind you, this is the woman who came home once and went:

MY MUM: You never told me Chris Barrie's German!
ME: That's....because.... he isn't?
MY MUM: He was born in Hanover, though.
ME: Doesn't mean he's still in it.

 

http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=23242705690

OH WHAT HAVE I DONE. 

I've created a Facebook group (miraculous in itself, really) for Mr Chris Barrie, that's what I appear to have done. LIKE TEH GOOD OLD DAYZ. Join if you wish. I was just.... well, I keep seeing all this new sites and groups cropping up and, don't get me wrong, it's wonderful that he's still getting new fans, but there's not much effort going in, you know? If you're going to proclaim yourself a fan, DO IT PROPERLY. I don't know if I've still got it (I don't think I *ever* had it) but I'll do my best as an Oldie.

In other news, Mum did my hair last night. Anyone who's ever seen me probably knows that I have Mad Wig Hair. People actually do ask if I'm wearing a wig. Well's it's got a bit crazier lately, like if Amy Winehouse's hair and Helena Bonham Carter's hair mated. So Mum pulled out the big guns (alright, a comb) and did some serious business on it.
I look a bit weird now. Think I've also lost three inches in height.

ME: My hair's a bit... limp.
MUM: It's *natural*, it looks better.
ME: But I.... I miss it so. 

Ooh, I know *. This is rapidly turning into a mildly interesting weekly update instead. It's just that,
a) I can't get on until the 'a.m, and;
b) I, er, don't have much incentive to, really.

This week, sadly, has not involved Alan Rickman's trousers. It has mostly passd by swiftly and uneventfully, including Valentine's Day which was, y'know, fine (by fine I mean neither torture, demanding. or gag-inducing) and came with a lovely card. 

In TV news, Ashes to Ashes, or rather its protagonist, appears to have improved and so all is good. And consider me very impressed at the inclusion of the Blitz club and Fade to Grey, which is only one of my favourite songs ever. 
Tonight's Kingdom, however, was on crack with its plots and general where *are* you going?ness. Ker-azy. 
Good old BBC4 are repeating Pride and Predjudice (God, that's hard to spell at 2.30am) and so I had the twin joys of Crispin's curly locks and Colin Firth In A Lake Oh Yes. 
And on Massive Speed (that's right! I still keep up with the Barrie, I've just been fangirling Really Quietly) Chris had his shorts on once again and I had a very retro knees moment.

Promise I'll bring a bit more content to the LJ table in future. Picspam is still imminent.


* [/Sybil Fawlty]

I should update, really I should. There's just so much and so little that I just...can't...be bothered putting it in coherent sentences.

OK, I'll try. Bite sized updates.

( 1) Bennissimo! )

2) Plenty of dreams going on in the last week. A clothes shop took over my parent's bedroom and I got an 80s top for free that I sadly will never see in real life, I met up with an old high school crush who didn't really hate me after all, Bobbeh2 had a dim moment and couldn't get my friend's name right, and Claire Grogan took her top off. Indeed.

3) Extremely Incredibly Late greetings time:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRIS BARRIE!
Teh Kris of Barriers! Contrary to the evidence, I didn't actually forget. In fact, I attempted to update Mauve Alert for a Big Come Back but unfortunately MSN wasn't having it (IBIW). The further sad news is that my harddrive has since fallen on the floor and is now Dead. So....no pictures. Or interviews. Or anything. I don't have anything stored on this laptop. Oh guh.
Oh well, I've given away the surprise now so hopefully MA *will* be updated in the future. Pwomise.

So, me then. 
LOL noes, I'm actually losing the art of blogging altogether. I don't seem to have much to say since rejoining the great Unemployed. Watch out, I'll end up repeating last year whereapon I'll go quiet for ages and then the computer will bugger up, you won't hear of me for over a month and I'll go stark raving bonkers again.

For Gawd sakes Becky, keep writing.


In other news, my dreams have been increasingly bizarre again. 


In only-slightly-less-bizarre waking life news, It looks to be the September/October borderline that I'll be heading dahn Sarf to London again, courtesy of Craig. If anyone waits to meet me/throw fruit/wave. LOL, I actually have to wait for Mr Bathurst to say what date he's available.
I am this = NERVOUS.

This entry was meant to come sooner but my Dad interrupted me and made me switch off because he's a numpty.
He needs two pegs to hang up his underpants. That's all you need to tell you what kind of man he is [/getting own back].

And in finishing, I'm off to finish my dinerfic and also - Nick T's playing a pirate in the West End. A bloody PIRATE. Respec' , yarrr.

Nyah, you didn't really miss me!
No, seriously, I didn't really have much worth updating about for to no one in particular. Seeming as I recently LJed during lunchbreak at work, without a job... that's somewhat difficult to do now.

Any news? Let's see, yesterday I had a bizarre Sci-Fi dream that involved the shouty Irish headteacher I used to work for bringing a group of us up to his prestigous office only to unleash Teh Evile Plans. Er, I'm not entirely sure what these evil plans involved other than a prototype robot, some saline, and me, neither am I sure what my subconscious is trying to say. My Dad later let a whole load of (possibly 99) *green* balloons in the city in my honour. WhatEVUR.
Oh, and I also managed to smash my head against a wall. That bit really happened, I'm afraid. Think I'm still a little bit concussed to tell you the truth.

Monday's Daily Mail had the following pic under the slanderous headline 'IS THIS THE PALEST MAN IN THE GALAXY?':
( Honestly, he's a Timelord, he's got better things to do than Fake Bake )
Bloody Oi, Daily Mail! Oi! It's Tennant Fleshe, don't knock it, you sunworshipping slags.

Anyways, that leads us onto PICSPAM.
Oh yes. I promised it, and what I promise I deliver. Um, eventually. Seeming as [Graham] Norton Antivirus ate most of the goodness, this is comprised mainly of screencaps (WHAT, no Chris in Lederhosen, computer? You're evil). And yet....it still happens to be strangely long and crap. Still, I bring you a speciality - KNEES. Well, legs generally. Dial up friendly, perhaps not work friendly.

( Starring: David Tennant, Crispin Bonham-Carter, Hugh Laurie, Nick McCarthy, Robert Bathurst, Chris Barrie, Angelina Jolie, Alan Rickman, Boris Johnson, Eddie Izzard, Ioan Gruffudd, John Barrowman, Michelle Gomez, and Robert Lindsay )

Five things. Three here and two saved for a Friends-Only.

1) Just because it's Tuesday doesn't mean I've forgotten, ITV. Re: Sunday. SPITTING IMAGE. IT STARRED CHRIS BARRIE. NO, RLY. Honestly, not even a snifter of the Barrier. They thought they could distract me by managing to get the Bathurst in there, but it didn't work. I still noticed. How can you get onto David Coleman (not literally, smut fans) and not mention him?

2) Following eagerly behind dracothelizard, I got me a dungeon:
http://thesurrealist.co.uk/dungeon?user=kolaqube
With verreh inspired graffiti.

3) Any Diner fic requests? I've already taken onboard 2 challenges for the next one. We've got a James, Bobbeh, Crispin, Ioan, and Tim to play with. And their respective, er, personalities. As well as Bobbehs Hardy and Llewellyn (of course), Kris, Wetslide, Nick T, Franz Ferdinand and all the rest (cast list much?). They're our puppets now and you can make them do and say ... things. Maybe. Keep it as fluffy and silly as physically possible.

Ready for Part 3 of this insane tripe with the extra added ingredient of the Kris!Barrier? But wait....this isn't the usual Diner fic! This isn't lunchtime! TEH TWISTE! On her travels, mysticheaven happened apon the Nicholas Bar. This, we surmised, can only mean one thing. LOUD Actor Nick Tennant (yes, we've met him already) and Sort-of-German Nick McCarthy (and him) have joined forces on a new ill-advised drink-based business venture. 

THE STORY SO FAR: Previous adventures of Bobbeh2 and his posh tuxedoed buddies have apparently rendered mysticheaven dead. Not even ded, but dead. As they're responsible, it's up to them to deal with the consequences. And so they've enlisted the help of actor Kris Barry, who knows a fair bit about gravedigging. Sort of.
And so welcome to the opening night of.... The Nicholas Bar, which is about to be taken advantage of. I hope you don't get too confused with the cast list, because even I'm starting to get a little discombobulated. As for the Nicks, you'll generally know which one's Tennant. Because he'll be shouting. 


What that was all about I....dunno.

* Stop complaining Ioan. For example, if he'd never been late for the Joking Apart launch, he'd never have been punished with spending an episode naked. What do you mean, off topic?

I want to apologise to my two favourite actors. Profusely. Seeming as I'll be meeting one of them again in the very nearby future (hopefully), I'll disclaim like I've never disclaimed before -  it never happened and they're nothing like that. Forgive me, I don't know what I'm doing. 

OK, let's go. You know who the long awaited guest star is. And boy it's been a long time since I've tried to write his voice, so apologies. Red Dwarf references a plenty, but nowhere near as plenty as the in-jokes. Sorry.  Again, ask if bewildered.

*cough* I'm *cough* dying here *cough* you gotta save me. *cough* *cough* *splutter*  Cor an exploding door [/Young Ones]
Or at least get me a cup of tes. Someone pleeeeeease.

Anyway, now's a good a time as any (yes, like, because no one's reading Becky) to do this that's been going round:

I was idly passing when I saw that mysticheaven had this here meme. I didn't steal it or owt.

List Your Top Six Favorite Shows...
1] Red Dwarf
2] Joking Apart
3] The Brittas Empire
4] Cold Feet
5] The Young Ones
6] My Dad's the Prime Minister

I had enough trouble with the first task, there. Still, throw the questions at me!

( TEH TELLY )

Finally: mysticheaven, I forgot a show for Channel B.

( Hold on to your hat.... )