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*coughs at you*
*blows nose*

OK, so the ook IS a cold after all. It just held off long enough to make me grotty and congested after the premiere instead of during it.
We shall, I believe, be grateful for the small mercies. And for the invention of sudafed and hot tea. For like a certain Mr Clarkson in the last episode of Top Gear, if it carries on this way my voice will be temporarily absent and I won't be able to properly introduce The Stig.

Today... those decorations ARE coming out of the loft, damnit, even if it kills me or breaks them in the process. The boy's 11am student has cancelled anyway so he can be designated tall person and get the loft ladder down given as the parentals have shown NO inclination what so ever.
I also still have some gifts to purchase but it's wet and cold out so that's totally not happening any time soon.

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Decorations are UP. At long damn last.
Mince pies are still not made but... eeeeeuunghwhatever. This cold has decided to sink into my brain so I will be having a nice hot bath, an early night, and as late a morning as possible considering the noise that usually accompanies Sunday mornings.

Woozy llama is a trifle woozy.


So I was channel hopping the other night and Drop Dead Fred was on one of the movie channels. Man I haven't seen that film since I was little.
It was a lot cuter than I remembered, cause I remember bits of it used to scare the bejeezus outta' me when I was small.
Watching it again now though, I really left with two thoughts... One, damn how stinking adorable was Rik Mayall with that little girl?
And Two... I bet somewhere, people ship Fred with her adult incarnation.


On the topic of which, semi-relatedly...
Grim Tales!
It was Jackanory for the weird kids. With that chair that had moving hands and ostrich legs. Which you hardly ever see in the actual show but yet lodged in the brain as all good weird things should.
Youtube I love you.

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