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*watching graham norton*
Jun. 2nd, 2003 11:00 pmi want boy george's hat. and his eye makeup. but specifically the hat... :)
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Nov. 26th, 2002 10:39 pmaw! graham norton dancing with donny osmond! awwww! that's just frelling adorable!!
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May. 22nd, 2002 11:28 pmi'm sure it's just me... or my hormones... but doesn't graham just get sweeter every show??
1) something that Must Be Watched: top 10 gay icons, tomorrow on channel 4 (for all you brits). ten-ish, i think. but yay! graham norton, john inman, julian clary, lily savage... they're all there!
[ADDENDUM 14/04: yess!! graham norton won!! and julian clary was third! and the guy from "gimme gimme gimme" was there, too. and somehow i just KNEW lawrence llewllyn bowen would be there... but yay to adorable gay irishmen :D)
2) the SB fic is all completed. its vital statistics run something like this:
the title: "Tango Up On Sunset". may be subject to change. am pondering something less obvious...
the words: 7,506. impressive, no?
the pages: 12.
the plot: dreams and suppressed memories. lots of shippiness. in fact, very little plot at all... and a horribly convoluted ending. never mind.
the task: to get it beta-read by someone who knows something about it (possibly one of my own beta-clients) find somewhere to post it. wait for reviews in attempt to find other obsessive SB fans...
so, yes. it's all finished. i won't subject you to it unless i am requested to.
3) a comment, made by my mother during "frasier", although it bore no relevance to the programme. i was ranting about pop idol, about the severe lack of talent from any of the finalists. and for once, it wasn't a jealousy thing, i don't WANT to be a pop idol, thank you very much. it was just a general observation... anyhoo. the comment was: "it was the saddest moment of my life last friday, knowing you'll never be able to sing in the spotlight, with all your talent."
okay, so she'd had a bottle of wine by this point, otherwise she probably wouldn't have even thought to say it out loud...
(last friday, of course, being SB, in which there is a scene where norma is alone under the spotlight on an otherwise dark stage...)
inside, i was saying to myself a somewhat rambling mantra: "well, there we go. i'll never do it. nice vote of confidence. talent? what talent. saddest moment of your life, well how do you think i feel?" but of course, i can't say that, so i just smiled sweetly and nodded and pretended i wasn't hurting.
this of course was not helped by the following comment of "learn to dance!" *sigh* fine, you wanna pay for it?
grrrrrrrr... i'm more irritated with myself for letting it get to me, really. it was the wine talking. a shame it speaks truth.
*proceeds to bash head into desk repeatedly*
[ADDENDUM 14/04: yess!! graham norton won!! and julian clary was third! and the guy from "gimme gimme gimme" was there, too. and somehow i just KNEW lawrence llewllyn bowen would be there... but yay to adorable gay irishmen :D)
2) the SB fic is all completed. its vital statistics run something like this:
the title: "Tango Up On Sunset". may be subject to change. am pondering something less obvious...
the words: 7,506. impressive, no?
the pages: 12.
the plot: dreams and suppressed memories. lots of shippiness. in fact, very little plot at all... and a horribly convoluted ending. never mind.
the task: to get it beta-read by someone who knows something about it (possibly one of my own beta-clients) find somewhere to post it. wait for reviews in attempt to find other obsessive SB fans...
so, yes. it's all finished. i won't subject you to it unless i am requested to.
3) a comment, made by my mother during "frasier", although it bore no relevance to the programme. i was ranting about pop idol, about the severe lack of talent from any of the finalists. and for once, it wasn't a jealousy thing, i don't WANT to be a pop idol, thank you very much. it was just a general observation... anyhoo. the comment was: "it was the saddest moment of my life last friday, knowing you'll never be able to sing in the spotlight, with all your talent."
okay, so she'd had a bottle of wine by this point, otherwise she probably wouldn't have even thought to say it out loud...
(last friday, of course, being SB, in which there is a scene where norma is alone under the spotlight on an otherwise dark stage...)
inside, i was saying to myself a somewhat rambling mantra: "well, there we go. i'll never do it. nice vote of confidence. talent? what talent. saddest moment of your life, well how do you think i feel?" but of course, i can't say that, so i just smiled sweetly and nodded and pretended i wasn't hurting.
this of course was not helped by the following comment of "learn to dance!" *sigh* fine, you wanna pay for it?
grrrrrrrr... i'm more irritated with myself for letting it get to me, really. it was the wine talking. a shame it speaks truth.
*proceeds to bash head into desk repeatedly*
pain, rocky horror, and graham norton :D
Mar. 2nd, 2002 04:29 pmokay. in order of subject title...
pain - has subsided somewhat. my neck has recovered, and there is now only the bruise on my hip and the other on my knee to show for my accident. but the one on my knee is very impressive, it's all yellow, purple and blue. if it wasn't a bruise, it'd be quite pretty, really...
it was hurting like hell last night, though. methinks i shall not be doing much time warping tonight, which therefore leads me nicely on to...
rocky horror - is tonight! woohoo!! and, luckily, my lil black dress DOES still fit, and the wig DOES still make me look like a drag queen... and i'm not wearing stilettos because, basically, they're annoying. note to self - find torch, remember feather duster...
graham norton - well... okay, my weird dream from last night, ladies and gentlemen:
right. so. i was at home, and... the television was on. or something. i don't really remember, but the next thing i knew, i was in town, on a bus, with graham norton, who was suddenly my bestest friend in the world, and then we got off the bus, and then... tried to get back on, with no bus fare, and graham was sweet-talking the driver into letting us on, which worked. then allana (from KEVIHS) was there, and some girl that i apparently knew, who looked exactly like sarah jessica parker, with very very long, straggly blonde hair (a la angelina jolie...)
then... um... me and the sarah/angelina person were in some hotel thing, that was apparently my university, and looked just like the interior of the starship titanic (from the game version), and graham was in one of the rooms, and we were trying to find it, and i found it first, but he was already gone.
'twas VERY bizarre. one question - does this mean i'm now obsessed with graham norton officially, having fulfilled the criteria?
meep...
anyway, my fingers are cold and i'd better post this one before AOL randomly cuts me off...
pain - has subsided somewhat. my neck has recovered, and there is now only the bruise on my hip and the other on my knee to show for my accident. but the one on my knee is very impressive, it's all yellow, purple and blue. if it wasn't a bruise, it'd be quite pretty, really...
it was hurting like hell last night, though. methinks i shall not be doing much time warping tonight, which therefore leads me nicely on to...
rocky horror - is tonight! woohoo!! and, luckily, my lil black dress DOES still fit, and the wig DOES still make me look like a drag queen... and i'm not wearing stilettos because, basically, they're annoying. note to self - find torch, remember feather duster...
graham norton - well... okay, my weird dream from last night, ladies and gentlemen:
right. so. i was at home, and... the television was on. or something. i don't really remember, but the next thing i knew, i was in town, on a bus, with graham norton, who was suddenly my bestest friend in the world, and then we got off the bus, and then... tried to get back on, with no bus fare, and graham was sweet-talking the driver into letting us on, which worked. then allana (from KEVIHS) was there, and some girl that i apparently knew, who looked exactly like sarah jessica parker, with very very long, straggly blonde hair (a la angelina jolie...)
then... um... me and the sarah/angelina person were in some hotel thing, that was apparently my university, and looked just like the interior of the starship titanic (from the game version), and graham was in one of the rooms, and we were trying to find it, and i found it first, but he was already gone.
'twas VERY bizarre. one question - does this mean i'm now obsessed with graham norton officially, having fulfilled the criteria?
meep...
anyway, my fingers are cold and i'd better post this one before AOL randomly cuts me off...
yaywaxgraham!
Dec. 14th, 2001 11:29 pmoccasionally, about once per series, there's an absolutely hilarious final section to "so graham norton". last year it was the lost luggage game. this year it was the bust game. with waxwork graham. and it was just this line:
"no, i'm going to say it. f*ck!"
tee hee.
will have to watch again if only so i can actually hear the frelling thing.
"no, i'm going to say it. f*ck!"
tee hee.
will have to watch again if only so i can actually hear the frelling thing.
in reference to this...
Nov. 30th, 2001 11:37 pmi must also not watch "so graham norton" when i have already watched "frasier". ever.
niles crane smiles too much, damn him.
as does graham. but graham giggles, which is somehow worse.
right. stopping now. i'm scaring my frelling self...
