Welcome to my perfumed garden

The rain is back...! Different side of the Pennines, same scary weather ::is glad is living in a high place::

Watching Jonathan Ross, waiting for the boring tennis player to be over so we can get Russell and Iggy on.

Dear God, though. Iggy Pop... Iggy Pop...  I honestly think, if I were forced to choose, I'd rather have Keith Richards. He looks worse than Dennis Healey, earlier this evening and he was exactly the same colour as his fireplace. he looked like a Ronald Searle drawing; like a crumbling master from a Molesworth book. Frankly, it scared me.

Well, all in all, I've had a most productive day; still not looked at my book, I'm saving that thrill for tomorrow. Today I concentrated on my fic; the second part of the Chasing Rainbows story - the muse is really hopping all over that one. Three thousand words of notes, two and a half thousand words of actual fic, plenty of angst and some pleasingly slashy moments.

I feel accomplished.

Wish it would stop raining though...

Ooh. Russell's on.