The Hills of Dock Leaf

Happy Birthday!!

2009-05-31T10:22:02Z

To the wonderful, marvellous, talented, funny and fabulous brigantine1 ! Hope you have a lovely day, with jelly and ice cream and NO FIRES!

*smishes you with birthday smishes*

LoM Updates - 28.3.9 - Part 2

2009-03-28T19:18:23Z

Summary: A time to explore finds new things for a certain Mirkwood prince
Pairings: Elladan/Haldir, Elrohir/Rúmil, Elrond/Legolas, Erestor/Glorfindel,
Warning: Angst, AU, Depressing themes, Sap/Fluff

Summary: Pippin finds comfort in Merry.
Pairings: Merry/Pippin,
Warning: None

Summary: Thunder rolled over the Shire. Mothers called their children in before the rain began, farmers brought livestock under cover before heading to the pub for an ale while they watched the lightning flash and shiver. The door of Bag End's garden shed creaked as Sam dragged it open, quick to house his bright shears against the dulling stroke of the rain.
Pairings: ?/?
Warning: Spoilers

Summary: What if somebody did take the Ring at Amon Hen? What if the King did return to the White City, but the Ring came with him? And what can one man do when all hope has gone?
Pairings: Faramir/Éomer,
Warning: Character Death, Violence

Summary: Very VERY graphic sex, kinky bondage, rape, violence,suicide, murder, you name it it's all here...anything more would spoil the plot....
Pairings: Aragorn/Boromir,
Warning: BDSM, Character Death, Depressing themes, Kink, Non-con, Rape, Violence

Summary: Glorfindel returns to middle earth as a young Elrond and Elros approach their majority and the biggest decision of their lives. The task appointed to the ancient elf of Gondolin does not seem too difficult as he is whisked from Mandos Halls, back into the world of the living. Serve the High King of the Noldor...and his heir, should he continue to have one after the Peredhils' decisions are made. Relatively simple. What the Eldar did not count on? Falling in love....with a half-elf.
Pairings: Elrond/Glorfindel,
Warning: None

Summary: Arwen decides to tempt Aragorn with a little of what he desires. Set just after the Council of the Fellowship.
Pairings: Aragorn/Boromir,
Warning: BDSM, Substance Abuse

Summary: Haldir and Legolas are together, blah, blah, yet the path to love is hard, long and painful...
Pairings: Haldir/Legolas,
Warning: Non-con

Summary: Elves everywhere are getting bored. What in middle-earth are they going to do with all their free time?
Pairings: Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas
Warning: None

Summary: Aragorn is a stoic bastard, Legolas helps with that.
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, Warning: None

Summary: A moonlit night in Minas Tirith provides two people a quiet and romantic atmosphere to talk of memories and other things r11; PWP, one-shot.
Pairings: Faramir/?
Warning: None

Summary: In the woods of Lorien, Haldir is able to offer Aragorn a moment's peace
Pairings: Aragorn/Haldir,
Warning: Angst

Summary: Elladan is put into a dangerous situation when the ring tests Boromir's resolve at Rivendell
Pairings: Boromir/Elladan,
Warning: None

Summary: The Balrog was the servant of Morgoth, and so was Sauron, and they are both Maiar, so by definition, it is way higher on the food chain compared to the WitchKing of Angmar.
Pairings:

Summary: Aragorn & Legolas have just got together. Aragorn returns from war - but, does not realise this is only the beginning of sadness and grief, not the end...
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas,
Warning: Sap/Fluff, Violence

Summary: Fate is a cruel creature, and mortality always has its way of winning. Eldarion thinks his father, mother, and Legolas as he recounts his understanding of love-and fear of death that holds his father in its clutches.
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas,
Warning: Het Content

Summary: May the faeries come out and play!
Pairings: Boromir/Legolas, Warning: None

Summary: Gandalf wasn't there at the time....
Suppose the Ringwraiths weren't the first strike by the Dark Lord?
Suppose Sauron had tried once before..........
With the help of a certain gardener........
Pairings: Frodo/Sam,
Warning: None

Summary: Interlude in Osgiliath.
Pairings: Boromir/Faramir,
Warning: Incest

Summary: Released from Saruman's spell, Théoden remembers a day in summer many years ago.
Pairings: Théoden/Aragorn,
Warning: None

Writer's Block: Robotic

2009-01-26T07:55:27Z

Who (or what) is your favorite fictional robot?

View other answers

Commander Data, although technically he's an android, not a robot...who cares? He's wonderful *g*

Mash Game: Predict Your Future at eSPIN-the-Bottle

2008-06-10T19:03:37Z



		I will marry Graham the EV.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Tallahasse in our fabulous Mansion.
		We will have 1 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Purple TVR Cerbera.
		I will spend my days as a Tunnel expert, and live happily ever after.

Well, I'm Alive....

2007-12-06T20:36:42Z

and this is going to be a very quick post seeing as best buddy has just arrived, but it's to let you all know that I am back online, albeit carfeully as I don't really know what I'm doing with this laptop yet...and will be back in the land of LJ just as ever soon as I can. Boyola, I've missed you all. There must be so much that's happened that I've missed!!

I really have missed you all and I will be back with you soon. In the meantime, enjoy this brief musical interlude....

Laters!!

Stand By Your Beds!

2007-08-20T18:15:20Z

Bunny Alert! Bunny Alert! Now, personally, I blame this here picture from the wonderful, talented smut-fuelled people at Theban Band, but it would probably have happened anyway, given my fan-girl tendencies to squee over both David Tennant and John Barrowman...

It's also a pathetic gesture to justqueenie who is having a rotten old time of it at the moment and who is bearing it all with the sort of staunch good humour that would have made Queen Victoria's bottom lip wobble ever so slightly with pride. Hang on in there, baby. I'm sorry it's not terribly chipper, by the way, which is why you haven't got it as a birthday fic...beta'd by the gorgeous bit of stuff that is fawsley

Title: Lest We Forget

Author: Dock Leaf

Email: dixonofdockleaf@hotmail.com

Pairing: The 10^th Doctor/Captain Jack

Warning: You might just need a hanky on standby…

Disclaimer: It’s someone else’s sandpit, I just rake it about a bit.

Author’s Notes: An ever so sombre little bunny presented this to me about a month ago before going off for some serious Sunlight Therapy, but what with everything else that’s been going on, I clean forgot about it…written from The Doctors’ POV. He’s got his Serious Face on for once.

“So I’ll continue to continue to pretend, that my life will never end,

And that flowers never bend with the rainfall.”

- Paul Simon, ‘Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall’

Lest We Forget

I never can see the obvious, not even when it’s right under my nose. Ten different chances to get things sorted, and I still manage to get it wrong…

It was the night we shut down the last functioning reactor on Observation Platform Troth; circling a dying planet and abandoned for the last millennia by the now extinct race responsible for beating that defenceless world to death. The fissures on the surface could be seen quite clearly, even without the aid of the platform’s viewing equipment and Jack…Jack seemed to be drawn to the pitted observation windows as though by magnets.

The reactor was leaking all sorts of poisons out into that already tortured part of space and Jack, of course, went straight in to shut it down. He told me to check the automated systems weren’t going to boot it back up the moment we left and I did just that. Didn’t think anything of it, it’s how we normally seem to work things out. Jack does Immortal Hero, and I do the twiddly bits. Nothing different this time. Except that there was and I didn’t have a clue.

Jack was quieter than usual when we got back into the TARDIS. We didn’t leave straight away; Jack saying he wanted to do one more check on the reactor levels, just to be sure. I agreed; after all, what’s an extra ten hours to me? He was still quiet. I should have known from that, should have picked up on it. Jack doesn’t do quiet unless he’s asleep, and even then, not always. So that was what woke me up, really; the silence and the cool space next to me where there should have been a warm and vital being.

I found him back on the observation deck, hands pressed against the window as though he could reach out and comfort the poor planet if only he tried hard enough, and with the tracks of dried tears heavy on his face. He was freezing; the shutdown of the systems had taken all but the last emergency reserves of life support, none of which were being wasted on something as non-essential as the heating.

#~#~#

“Jack, what are you doing here?” I asked, gently trying to pull him away from the window. He shrugged, but didn’t budge an inch. My Captain, the proverbial immovable object.

“I’m watching the planet, Doctor. I’m being here, watching it die.”

“I can see that, but why? You’ve seen loads of them go; stars, planets. What’s different about this one?”

He bowed his head against the window; looking so vulnerable it stopped me in my tracks and whispered something to the glass that I didn’t catch. “Jack…?”

It was as though I’d dropped a match in a powder-keg. Jack’s hands clenched into fists and he struck the window hard before turning to me. His face was set with anger. “I said, ‘I don’t know’! OK? I don’t know why this damn planet gets me right in my heart, it’s just so…” His anger died away as quickly as it had flared and, voice breaking, he continued. “It’s alone, y’know? It’s so alone. Everyone left, all the people left it in the end because of what it became, through no fault of its own. And someone should… someone should be here with it when it finally stops turning.”

I took his hand, pulling the cold fingers out of the fist and holding it between my own hands. “But why you? No, don’t bite my head off, I’m trying to understand. Why are you so angry?”

“Why me? You have to ask, ‘why me’? It’s because there was no-one there when I died, Doctor. There was no-one there when I died, there was no-one there when I came back from the dead for the very first time and you…you left me. I was alone, and you left me.”

“Jack...oh Jack…that wasn’t me. Well, yes, it was me, of course it was, but it wasn’t me. I don’t know what else to say apart from I’m here for you and I’m not leaving you again. I can’t leave you.”

Jack smiled crookedly at me and stepped closer, taking my head gently between his hands and looking deep into my eyes, as though he could seek out the certainty of what I was saying. His own were bright with tears, turning the blue to drowned sapphires. “No? What happens when you’re forced to regenerate? You won’t be you anymore then, so how can I be sure of whoever comes along next?”

I smiled sadly and wrapped him in my arms, feeling how much he was trembling and hating myself for causing him so much pain, however unintentional it was. “You can’t be sure of that, I can’t be sure of that. What you can be sure of is me, right here, right now, saying this: I love you, Captain. I’m always going to love you and why would I need to regenerate when you keep doing the dangerous stuff for me? I’ve never had such an easy time!”

He laughed slightly and finally returned the embrace, making me shiver as he slid his cold hands downwards to warm them against my skin. “You love me, huh?”

“Yes, I absolutely do. Cold hands and all.”

“What was that stupid saying…? Oh yeah. Cold hands, warm heart. Is that right?”

I pulled away, just far enough to be able to kiss him hard and put my own, by now almost blue, hands against his chest. “It’s the warmest heart I’ve ever known, Jack.”

#~#~#

We both stayed to watch that world turn against itself; wrapped in blankets, not talking but not needing to, either. When the angry glow had finally faded, the small sun’s corona turning black and the last remnants of the atmosphere gone, it was Jack who led me back to the TARDIS. It was Jack who shut the door and, in our bed again, it was Jack who took me, sobbing against my body in a final grief, tears of both sorrow and the re-affirmation of life.

I know that I can’t leave him and that I won’t leave him; I’d cross more than time to keep him. But what if, for him, it becomes too much?

What if he leaves me?

OoO

I'm also grinning like a Cheshire Cat that got the whole damn dairy plus milkman plus pedigree herd of Jersey's becuase finally, there is some good stuff going on. Quite apart from the planned Weekend of Salisbury Smut with the afore-mentioned fawsley to look forward to at some point, possibly November time, dunno exactly, my brother has got a new job that he very much wanted and it's in the UK!! He's home, and so no longer likely to get shot at, other than in the usual happy-go-lucky way of Leicester, which is Very Good News. Also on the Happy Horizon of Me, is the impending visit to these shores (yes folks, for one week only!!) of the one, the only, half_elf_lost! Cue wild, Muppet Show style cheering!

Just When You Thought...

2007-07-26T16:33:06Z

...things were improving ever so slightly, more crap happens. This time, in a torrential rain storm (yes, that old favourite again...) on the M5, the car starts to play up. I nursed it home, only to be told by Hubster that the head gasket had gone. This is a terminal kind of problem if not fixed rapidly. £500.

I'll say that again, just in case you passed out from shock the first time...£500.

Holy
Mother
of
GOD

£500.

Needless to say, what with the 'hand to mouth, every penny budgeted for' kind of hedonistic lifestyle we lead, we were astonished to find that we didn't have a spare £500 lying around in the bathroom. We even checked behind the sofa cushions but nope, still not there. Uncanny.

So I had to beg from a generous Granny. Which is horrible. What's even more horrible is that I can't go and see Grandad on Saturday with Dad. Have I mentioned the whole thing is horrible and that I seem to have spent most of this afternoon in tears, blowing my nose after having been in tears, or about to burst into more tears? No? Well, I have. And two people have died from petrol fumes trying to pump out water at Tewkesbury Rugby Club, which is too fucking tragic for words. Father and son. There aren't words for this situation at the moment.

On a thankfully happier note, you can always rely on Errol the Gay for a truly priceless comedy moment.

I think he's a bit worried by all this water...

That's a close up shot of the wonder and joy (and the Bloody Essential) umbrella that buttonbright and half_elf_lost sent me for my birthday. How damn cool?

I need a large glass of wine. Carry on thinking those happy thoughts, please?

WOOT!

2007-07-25T19:05:41Z

I had a shower this afternoon. First full-on wash (including my hair) for three days...It Felt SO GOOD. I love my work. They let me shower and I filled up all my water containers there, so haven't had to worry about the bowsers running out...it's also taken a bit of pressure off the local ones, which is good. I also managed to do some food shopping this afternoon as well. The menu in the Dock household for the foreseeable future is made up of things that don't create much washing up...work have said I can do whatever I need to for as long as I need to *loves WCT*.

AND, my house was on the national BBC news at 6pm! Small terraced house, big green shaggy hedge, empty water bowser :(

The emergency services and (although I never thought I'd say it) Severn Trent have been truly magnificent in some frekkin' awful conditions. You rock, lads.

Only thing is...it's supposed to piddle it down again tomorrow and then again over the weekend. Still, my upper lip is well and truly stiff (after a cry in the car this morning on the way to an appointment, but I personally put that down to PMT and a Loudon (sp?) Wainwright the 3rd song on the radio) so we can soldier on through, no probs. Incidentally, Rufus' dad is a much better singer than he is (sorry my entire f-list, but it had to be said...)

Off to make sandwiches for tomorrow, and the to bed to finish LoTR and sob my eyes out again. Odd how this re-read for the umpteenth zillionth time has made me weepy in places not usually a problem. I don't normally howl at the death of Theoden (in the book; I do in the film) but crikey, I did this time. Hubster just patted me fondly and handed me the tissue box. He's a good, good man.

SPLOSH! Update

2007-07-24T05:19:13Z

Firstly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! to nienna_weeper and I hope she has a fantastic one. There will be, just as soon as I find my flippers and snorkel, a little something in the post...it may be delivered by porpoise at this rate, but it will be coming. Just ignore the fact it's going to be kind of late!

Otherwise, the situation is that we still have no water (apart from the zillions of additional litres in all those places where it shouldn't be) but we do still have power at the moment. This could change at any time, and we keep losing the phone/internet at sporadic times. It rained pretty much all day yesterday but is due to be warm and sunny today. Humph. Then, joy of joy, more rain for the rest of the week.

I currently have hair that would (to quote Victoria Wood), make 'seal-skin look dry and unmanageable' but have managed to have a rather Victorian style wash in about an inch of tepid water. I'll be brushing my teeth at work...I'm sure it's all good, situation wise, for my moral fibre, but it's playing merry hell with my raging PMT. I'm going to the in-laws for a bath tonight and I'm counting the minutes...

Hubster and I managed to get through five minutes of Fellowship yesterday afternoon (he got sent home early and I didn't make it to work at all) before falling dead asleep on the sofa for the next two and a bit hours. I think that's due a bit to stress. Oh, I must go and fill the bucket up from the water tank over the road before I go to work *ties mental knot in mental hankie*.

In other, non-Biblical event related news, we're all very happy that Zoe the cat doesn't have either feline lukemia or AIDS, or anything else that would appear to be sinister. Jeremy, her ancient partner in crime, actor-manager extrordinaire and all round Fine Old Gent, went through the great stage door in the sky a week or so ago, due to it being discovered that he had feline aids, so it's great news that the feisty little diva is all clear. Dad, needless to say, is delighted.

Right, I need to go and chivvy the animals along. They still haven't quite mastered marching up the gangplank in pairs and in time. Especially the millipedes...

SPLOSH!

2007-07-22T14:27:04Z

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/in_pictures/6910638.stm

I'm getting a bit fed up with all of this now...took me FIVE hours to go 28 miles on Friday in order to get home, including the scariest thing I have ever had to do in a car, namely drive round what used to be a roundabout, but was doing a good impression of a washing machine on full spin cycle by the time I go to it....Couldn't stop (would have got washed away), definitely couldn't go back, so had to go forwards...car and me bigged each other up like you would not believe on the other side! The other side, BTW, was still so deep in water that it was nearly up to the wheel arch, but I felt so pleased to have driven through water so deep it was over the BONNET that I was a bit blase by that point...

Gloucestershire is pretty much totally under water. So is a lot of Worcestershire and Warwickshire, but Glozzer's been really badly hit. So. Much. WATER! I feel like Piglet...

Hubster was, needless to say, utterly heroic. He walked out to meet me in the car, armed with comfy footwear and chocolate, so I could at least get home, and got soaked in the process. Luckily, I managed to get home without having to wet myself, but it was a close run thing...Five hours in a car, totally surrounded by water does BAD things a to a girls' bladder...

We've just had to fill the bath up with cold water, as we're supposed to run out of clean water by late this afternoon. The water filtration plant has been flooded and evacuated...don't know what's going to be happening about work tomorrow, I need to call my students and find out what's going on with them.

Can I also say how much I love the Maclaren-Mercedes advert out at the moment, that shows Lewis Hamilton and Fernando Alonso competing with each other to the tune of 'Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better', culminating in a rather nice sauna shot of the pair of them sweating, only to be outdone by Mikka Hakkanenn. Heaven knows, I never thought I'd see that man show any sense of humour, but there it is. It's up there with the Honda 'Hate Something, Change Something, Make Something Better' advert. Brilliant use of the supposed rivalry between the two drivers, spun like candyfloss. Oh, slashy too :)

The sun is currently shining, but could everyone send dry thoughts my way? Thanks, peeps xx

PS - ToTP2 Disco Special last night? Sheer genius. Hubster and me sat on the sofa, making all the right hand gestures to 'YMCA' is my best memory of this rather sodden weekend....

Why is it...?

2007-07-15T21:27:36Z

That when you really know you need a decent nights sleep, you can't get your head down for love nor money? I'm tired, I know I am, I've been up in Cumbria for the weekend and had a hellish journey both up on Thursday after work and then back again this afternoon, with several bouts of not sleeping brilliantly in between. So, y'know, you'd think my bonce would have seen sense, 'specially as I'm back home again and I have to be back at work tomorrow at the usual bonkers time (although not quite as bonkers as eremirhas to start *pets poor wifey*), but NO. It has to be wide awake and it wants to Play...

It's not helped by a somewhat dark Dr. Who bunny that's frolicking around in there, either...Or the bunny who Shall Remain Nameless that keeps nipping me and muttering stuff about Eomer, Faramir and a flagon of pear wine...

Ack.

BUT, excellent news! Whilst away I have...*takes deep breath*...FINISHED my first children's book. Yes, finished. Now I need to sort out how to patent this and then how I start to spam potential publishers. Very excited indeed, but a leetle nervous as I seem to be wobbling on the edge of a rather scary precipice, writing-wise.

The inside of the Dock Head is a bit confuddled at the moment, can you tell? The family situation isn't really helping, but there's not a lot I can do about that apart from stepping in every now and again to prevent my parents going totally round the twist.

Ack x Two.

Righty ho, starting to feel a bit snoozier now, so farewell and adieu dear LJ...

A Jolly Big Thank You...

2007-07-08T15:51:18Z

...to everyone who contributed in making the birthday a really special one. There was some wonderful stories written by the likes of fawsley , alex_quine and liars_dance ; great presents from all sorts of people (more of those in a minute, buttonbright , I'm looking at YOU, yes I am...) and a splendid day in the sunshine. Yes, dear friends, SUNSHINE! So much, in fact, that I got a little bit singed...

Now, those presents. I got a box filled to the brim with ~~crack~~ ginger based chewy addictive goodness and the simplest, classiest silver knot bangle from half_elf_lost , some Steeleye Span CD's to add to the collection from Dad, a nifty little potted selection of plants from Em at work, wonga from the in-laws, a book of 'Granny's Household Hints' (again to add to the collection) and a notebook with cat quotations in it from the parents, a TREE from fawsley which will be tracked down one weekend this summer in a wood somewhere in Evesham and which is up there in the Top Five of Coolest Presents EVER, and a day of being thoroughly spoiled by Hubster. Oh, and Mary Poppins on DVD from him as well...

Now this DVD is a bit of a coincidence, due to what the utterly lunatic and supremely silly duo of buttonbright and half_elf_lost clubbed together to get me. I am now the geekily proud owner of a real, genuine, fantstically detailed and carved parrot headed umbrella, just like Mary Poppins! It's incredibly cool, but I'm going to wait to see if I can hook up with the chimbley sweeps until the weather settles down a bit...and if I end up talking like Dick Van Dyke, I rely on one of you lot to hunt me down and kill me for the sake of humanity. That's what you get for writing 'Practically Perfect Slash' (my tag on Mandalay Island RP), and speaking proper wot like those colonials don't...

So, presented up and laughing like a fool at the brolly, Hubster and I went off to Cirencester Park for the Cotswold Show. Lovely! I got to shoot things (targets only, alas), saw men in unifrom on powerful and noisy motorbikes, falconry displays, went on the old fashioned funfair, ate venison sausages, fussed all the rare breed animals (fended off the goat from trying to eat the camera...), and bought LOADS of food. Cheeses, salamis, chocolate sauces, pies, liquorice and coffee, phew! That's tea sorted for a while then...we also had a somewhat giggly evening at Best Friend Helen's and her lovely other half Alan, that involved much food, lots of anoraking over Dr. Who and the discovery of a dessert wine that tasted like prune juice. Very odd.

So now, piccies!

Asian otters snoozing in the sunshine. I've got a cat that sleeps like that...

Reaaly Bad picture of me being a green jacket wannabe, although it's more Davey Crockett with the way my hair's lying!

For nienna_weeper, who likes fwuffy things :)

Traditional rural craft (in both senses, what with him being a coracle maker).

The dead good motorbike display team of the Royal Signals, riding over other team members who'd obviously done something wrong...

Just one bike under that lot, going quite fast...this was the little one. It got bigger...

This is what we do in the British Army on the weekends...! A lot of these guys (and girls) hadn't even been on a motorbike before they got into doing this...

Fifteen bods on three bikes...the two outer ones are simply there for symmetry. Again, going at a fair lick.

And just as the bikes went, this bloke drops in!

Surely I don't have to tell you I went on this...?

And this. I rode a cockerel named Keith...for free, I'd like to add, as I told the man it was my birthday. I have no shame.

One of the loveliest (and sadly, rarest) breeds of cattle there is. The Gloucester.

Mirabelle, the Golden Guernsey goat, just after being told off by me for tring to eat the camera. Didn't stop her having another go...I love goats.

Gloucester Old Spot milk bar is now open for business...

Almost makes you feel guilty about sausage sandwiches...naaaah!

Yep, we got some. Also some 'Afterburn', 'Garlic and Spring Onion' and 'Bonfire Smoked'. Yummo!

Hubster, dithering over scrumptious salami selections, and clutching the cheese and pies.

Here endeth the pic-spam!

Happy Birthday Half Elf Lost! throws shared confetti

2007-07-06T19:04:53Z

Wooot! And possibly even a quick 'YAY!' when no-one's looking...birthday's are great, aren't they? And I know, I know, this is going up a day early to be actually a genuine birthday ficcie, but the bunny was nagging me. He's been so generous recently that I didn't have the heart to refuse...

Title: I Can Hear Your Heart Beat

Author: Dock Leaf

Email: dixonofdockleaf@hotmail.com

Pairing: The Doctor/Captain Jack

Warning: Nope

Disclaimer: I have no idea who owns these characters. I weep nightly into my cocoa because it’s not me.

Author’s Notes: The title is courtesy of the fabulous Chris Rea song of the same name. The rest was written with more love than she’ll ever know for Half Elf Lost’s birthday. She’s a sucker for good old romance and so, happily enough, is the Who-Bunny.

I Can Hear Your Heart Beat

Space is a vacuum. Sound therefore cannot travel and so cannot be heard, always assuming that there’s someone or something out there to hear it. But, if sound did travel and there were a listener, the large, blue and slightly the worse for wear police box that’s just skirled past on its way to Wherever from Just Left There, would be leaving a trail of music to mingle with the whirlpools of cosmic dust. A really acute listener might even recognise the tune…

~~~

Two Hours Earlier…

Jack’s sure that, in the whole crazy history of crazy things, this is definitely top ten material. ‘You’re kidding, right?’ You’re not seriously telling me that you can warp time in this thing, but you can’t just hang loose and get down in between saving the universe as we know it?’

The Doctor swivels sheepishly round in the chair and peers over the top of his glasses down to where Jack’s voice is floating up from underneath the main panel. All that can be seen of the Captain is the waist downwards; the bottom part of a white T-shirt (slightly oil stained) and long, blue denim clad legs (ditto), but that’s just fine with the Doctor. He scoots the chair over to get a better view. ‘Well, yeah. I never really got around to upgrading the systems, not in that respect anyway, and I’ve didn’t have the need for it until now.’

The rest of Jack slides into view and he quirks the grin that no Time Lord can resist as he notices the shifted position of the chair. ‘Anything else missing I should know about?’

‘Oh, I dunno. What do you think should be here?’

Jack hauls himself out of the depths of the console and sits cross-legged at the Doctor’s feet, frowning slightly in thought as he starts to tick items off on a very grubby hand. ‘OK, let’s see…we know what we’re missing here, so we’ll get one of those hooked up first. Um, microwave?’

‘Nope.’

‘Nope? Sheesh…fine, microwave. Power shower? Tell me there’s a power shower!’

‘Nah. Silly things, I always thought. I’m a bath man, myself. Much more relaxing.’

Jack snickers and pushes his forelock back with an exaggerated sweep, leaving a smear of dirty sweat across his forehead. ‘You won’t say that once you’ve had me in a power shower, sweetheart. Coffee maker?’

The Doctor’s trying very hard to stop himself leaning forward and licking that smear off of Jack’s salted skin, but concentrates and answers the question in a manner designed to Wind Up His Captain; ‘Nuh-uh. Drink tea, sunshine.’

Jack recognises the ploy and shudders artistically. ‘Now that will kill me…any chance of a flux capacitor?’

There’s a shout of laughter and the chair revolves rapidly with glee, forcing Jack to grab at an ankle as it flies past to prevent a clip round the ear. ‘Oh, now you’re just being daft! But actually, since you’ve asked, we do have one.’

Jack grabs the other ankle and gives both a shake. ‘No way! Now I’ve heard it all! You don’t have a microwave, but you have a flux capacitor?’

The Doctor leans back in his chair and stares musingly at the roof struts. ‘Yeaah, I saw ‘Back to the Future’ five times, great film, lovely dog, thought the old box would like a bit of extra, you know, ‘oomph’, so…’

Jack lets go of the ankles and sits very upright, folding his arms across his chest in a severe manner. ‘I think you’re yankin’ my chain, Doctor.’

The Doctor stops contemplating infinity on the ceiling and focuses a mischievous gaze upon Jack. ‘Oh, never on a first date, Captain, never on a first date. Mind you, seeing as you’ve mentioned it…’

The lurking glint in the depths of the brown eyes behind the nerdy glasses never fails to get Jack’s heart filliping, but he manages manfully to stick to the original point of the conversation. ‘Gotta finish this first. Can’t yank the chain without the right ambien...ummm.’

The Doctor leans forward and plants a kiss right on the last word. ‘Whatever you say, Jack. You’re the one who’s going to wire it up. I’m going to put the kettle on, then run a long, deep, hot…’

Jack slides back under the console so fast he nearly shoots out the other side. ‘I’m wiring now! Don’t get out of that bath ‘til I’m done, understand?’

‘Aye-aye, sir. Oh, and Jack?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Don’t fuse anything?’

~~~

Don't know much about history
Don't know much biology
Don't know much about a science book
Don't know much about the French I took

But I do know that I love you
And I know that if you love me too
What a wonderful world this would be

The only light comes from the ever-pulsing heart of the TARDIS and, in the amber glow it casts, two figures are slow-dancing to Sam Cooke.

Don't know much about geography
Don't know much trigonometry
Don't know much about algebra
Don't know what a slide rule is for

But I do know one and one is two
And if this one could be with you
What a wonderful world this would be

Jack reflects that, in all the years he’s lived through and all the other partners he’s held in the oldest rhythm of all, that there is nowhere better than right here, right now; dancing through the darkness with the Doctor in his arms.

Now I don't claim, to be an A-student
But I'm trying to be
For maybe by being an A-student, baby
I could win your love for me

Don't know much about history
Don't know much biology
Don't know much about a science book
Don't know much about the French I took

The Doctor huffles slightly and turns to drop his chin on Jacks’ shoulder. ‘This is wonderful. I can’t think how I managed for so long without. Just one thing though…’

But I do know that I love you
And I know that if you love me too
What a wonderful world this would be

Jack tightens his grip slightly and rests his cheek against the unruly brown hair that’s sticking up again after the steam from the bath flattened it down. ‘What’s that?

‘Next time you wire up a CD player, try not to blow all the lights in one go.’

Dr. Who Slash!

2007-07-01T15:42:43Z

OK, I'm quite pleased with it, but let me know what you think. I blame David Tennant and John Barrowman for being the slashiest couple on TV at present time for the bunny that handed me this....

Title: One is One

Author: Dock Leaf

Email: dixonofdockleaf@hotmail.com

Pairing: The Doctor/Captain Jack

Author’s Notes: Feedback please! I did my best to capture the mile a minute feel of DT’s delivery style, as well as the Doctors tendency to become Tangent Boy, and I think I did alright…dedicated to Russell. T. Davies, bless his little gay socks.

One is One

It’s a funny old thing, being a Time Lord. Tends to put people off on the long-term relationship front. Mind you, tends to put people off on the any kind of relationship front. Oh, I know it’s me and not them, I know that, I really do and I never mean to get that close to them but…. Humans are the worst. Like itching powder, that flippin’ species. In under your skin before you can say ‘Raxacoricofallapatorius’. They’d fall over themselves to be the one, but I can’t help it. I look into their beautiful, trusting eyes and see the mortality; feel that knowledge of the impending blackness; birds flying through a dark room on their way to the light... Bit of a moment killer, really. Still, you can’t have everything, can you? Def Leppard said it best with ‘You Can’t Always Get What You Want’, great track by the way. Not even Time Lords get what they want all of the, well, ‘scuse the pun, time. Made for a bit of a lonely old life, the last nine hundred and a bit years. Blimey, it’s been that long? Good job that Jack’s a bit different than your average.

See, who’d have thought that Jack would be the one? Jack’s not what you could call a one-woman, well, a one-man, well, fine, a one-ANYTHING kind of bloke, far from it. He’s the first to admit that he’s been around the galaxy more times than Ford Prefect (nice chap, incidentally, bit funny about his towel…) and that monogamy really wasn’t written into his tight fit genes, but what the heck? He says he prefers this regeneration to the last one as apparently I dance better in this body and that, seeing as I’m the last and he’s the only, we’d better get down and funky while we can. I think he said funky, at any rate. We seem to have sorted out the old girl trying to throw him out as an anomaly every half an hour; I don’t have to worry about getting him killed if we go anywhere less than chirpy and he doesn’t make a bad cuppa these days either. Terrific!

He’s still trying to make up for the whole ‘Torchwood’ thing though. It makes Saturday nights something to look forward to, for the first time in nine hundred and a bit years. But then, who’s counting? Me and Jack, we’ve got all the time in the worlds.

Food Glorious Food

2007-07-01T14:35:09Z

Oh, I love the stuff. OK, so it's a big part of my job, but I've been an anorak about it ever since I can remember. So, it's always nice to go out and eat Really Good Food. If it's in great and sexy company, so much the better. Last night, Hubster and I went to Corse Lawn (my very first place of full time employment, eek!) for dinner, as a late celebration for his birthday and an early celebration for mine. The dishes consumed were thus:

Starters: Hubster had Chargrilled Squid with a Butterbean and Chorizo Stew, and I had Wild Rabbit Terrine with Nettle Sauce and Marinated Fennel Salad.
Mains: Hubster had Ribeye Steak (rare to the point of mooing) with Bearnaise Sauce, Red Wine Jus and Horseradish Mash, and I had Chargrilled Calves Liver with Red Onion Compote, Chive Beurre Blanc and Champ. Accompanying vegetables were Roasted Beetroot, Almondine Potatoes and Sauteed Runner Beans.
Dessert: Hubster had Caramel Ice Cream with Buttscotch Sauce (I had half of this as he couldn't finish it; I have an unlimited capacity for pudding...) and I had a Honeycomb and Lavender Parfait with Poached Nectarine.

YUMMO!

A really nice evening *sighs happily*.

Am now off to work closely with the bunny that popped up in response to fawsley, brigantine1 and others nudging me in a not-so-subtle manner re Dr. Who slash....watch this space!

A Minute of Your Time?

2007-06-27T19:58:18Z

Because I'd really like to waffle about something for a moment. I've already waffled at fawsleyso she can doze off for a bit...

I've just bought some new books. In fact, to be exact, I've bought 6 new books. But they aren't new, they're first editions from 1909 and have been rescued from the clear out that the Hospitality Study Centre (library to thee and me) have recently had, in order to make room for new and, let's face it, rather more relevant stock. Each volume of my new books cost me the grand sum of 25p...

The purpose of this entry is rather just to go 'wow, man...' I mean, 1909? They're nearly a 100 years old, for crying out loud! They go by the wonderful collective title of 'The Modern Baker, Confectioner and Caterer' and tell you everything and anything that you might possibly want to know about those areas of hospitality. And here's another thing; it's all still relevant. OK, so you aren't likely to use calico or hessian tableclothes anymore, and your local taxidermist (for the supplying of glass eyes and tusks for stuffed boar's heads for gala buffets) may now be a Starbucks, but the basic principles of how you organise the gala buffet are the same. And that's incredibly fascinating. As is the fact that, in 1909, the Carpathian Mountains produced less than 500 bushels of flour for the British Empire per square mile. Who knew? These books have totally exquisite colour illustrated plates, black and white engravings and examples of how to complete the costings for the running of tea shops, bakeries etc. Not to mention the sheer wealth of detail in the book that covers the use of pastillage, sugar work and decorative icings. Astonishing. I particularly liked the entry about employing staff for functions, as follows:

'Dressed in neat black dresses, with white aprons and caps, waitresses give an air of lightness and brightness to a function that to the majority of people is more pleasing than the effect produced by waiter attendants, and waitresses are generally more obliging to guests, or at least have the appearance of being so, then the ordinary run of waiters who can be employed for odd jobs, and there is wanting also that hungry look that the latter aquire when the end of the luncheon is approaching and the expectation of tips is near.'

They're bound in green cloth, with a stylised Demeter on the front of each. Totally Deco, which is one of my favourite styles of anything. I've gone into total and utter nerd mode over these books and I don't care a jot!

Ok, you can go about your business now. Thanks for listening!

Again with the Updates?

2007-06-21T19:06:21Z

OK, Granny News Flash: She came home from hospital yesterday morning and is being monitored with regular blood tests for how her system is doing with regards to the levels of Nasty Crap Residue that's in there. I spoke to Mum this evening, and Granny is eating and watching the news. So that's all alright then :)

Otherwise in the World of Dock, I'm coming out of a bout of nasty crappy viral infection that's had me off work for the last three days. I went in on Monday, which was a bit of a silly thing to do, and realised I probably wasn't the full ticket when I had to pull the car over on the way to (thankfully) the last appointment of the day and shut my eyes before the headache made me kill either myself or those around me. I shut my eyes and...fell asleep. Woke up in time for said appointment, but that kind of set the alarm bells off... I've been coughing LOTS so not sleeping properly and, until Hubster came over from dogsitting this afternoon to check I hadn't actually died, haven't left the house since Monday. I managed to wobble around ASDA with him and then came home, knackered. Needless to say, I'm not currently watching Sir Ian get his kit off at the RSC...a late night tonight would have killed me for sure, and the play doesn't end until 11.00pm. Still, best bud says she'll get a programme for me and wave at Himself as well. She's a star.

I'm debating whether to go into work tomorrow, or whether I should just have another day of sleeping. I think, when I slept solidly from 6.30am this morning (after feeding the cats) to 1.30pm (when Hubster came to check on me), that I need to take tomorrow off. I just don't feel up to the drive, for one thing. Not having a voice isn't helping matters... I'm trying not to feel guilty about students *sticks fingers in ears and croaks 'la la la' at the mention of students* but they'll just have to wait.

I hate having no immune system *kicks enceph.* but hopefully, the sleeping like a drugged dormouse thing is my body starting to recuperate.

Granny Update

2007-06-12T20:18:15Z

Right, the situation is this:

In a nutshell, the tablets that she takes for one thing or another (she takes a zillion a day, all carefully regulated by Mother) are poisoning her. Seriously. Her kidneys have stopped processing them and the build up is poisoning her system. I mean, only in my family...

Anyway, she was quite chipper yesterday, but when Mum went to see her today she wasn't very well at all. Typically, Mum couldn't find anyone to give her an update on the situation but will be going again tomorrow to coincide with the consultants' rounds. She'll pin the bugger, never fear.

Bit worried and trying very hard not to be.

Haven't told Dad until I get the info from Mum tomorrow.

Me again...

2007-06-10T20:08:32Z

See, I just said about this bunny that brigantine1's comment a while back gave me, so I started to write, and well...this isn't the bunny that I got originally. I don't know where this came from, but I'm damn glad it has, I don't seem to be able to stop the fuzzy little buggers now! A rabbity floddgate has opened!!

I dedicate this to a fawsley who's feeling poorly-sick at the moment.

Title: Lunar

Author: Dock Leaf

Email: dixonofdockleaf@hotmail.com

Pairing: Vig/Bean

Warning: None, apart from biscuit murder

Disclaimer: Well, not in MY kitchen, they haven’t…

Author’s Notes: At bloody last, is all I feel able to say…

Lunar

It’s nights like this that make Viggo think he must be, deep down in the leaf clogged end of his gene pool, part werewolf. When the moon is sailing like it is now, slanting through the curtain at that exact point where they don’t quite meet, it hits him straight on the face and brings him up to instant wide awake status.

Sean, naturally, doesn’t budge an inch. If Viggo is werewolf, then Bean is pure dormouse and there’s nothing more frustrating than watching someone else sleep like the dead when you can’t get back off again, no matter how hard you try.

Viggo makes a face at the blissfully unaware heap that is Sean, and slips out of bed to go and have insomnia somewhere else in the house. The bed edge, due to the nighttime territorial skirmishes that happen when two people who both like to sprawl share the same duvet, is closer than he thinks. The quiet slipping turns to a muffled thump and he freezes, thinking that he might have woken up Sean after all.

The deep, rhythmic breathing continues uninterrupted, and Viggo gets to his feet, finds the bedroom door by groping and heads off downstairs to raid the biscuit tin. Sean stocked it up yesterday with the devilish delight of plain chocolate digestives and they are sending out their siren call. Viggo wonders if that was what woke him up; they call loudly, those biscuits. Ambling into the moonlit kitchen, he snaffles a couple from the tin. He’s just opened the fridge door for the necessary milk to dunk them in when the kitchen light goes on, scaring the hell out of him and seriously alarming the biscuits, who drop to the kitchen floor en crumby mass.

Needless to say, it’s not burglars, just an owlishly blinking Sean who’d rolled over for a hug, found an empty space and got up to investigate. Viggo, who’s trying to calm his heart rate down, decides that a rumpled Sean standing stark-naked in the middle of the kitchen needs to be reassured that everything is as it should be. Shutting the fridge door and stepping neatly around the crumbs and towards Sean, he reaches out and turns the light back off again.

Moonlight fills the kitchen and it brings out the wolf in them both.

Sunday, Sunday...

2007-06-10T18:34:29Z

..is the day before Monday and therefore a slightly pants one. Not been a bad weekend really; cracked on again with the decorating and done about 90% of it before the humidity got the better of us and the paint stopped drying properly. I managed to gloss everything apart from the kitchen door, so not a huge amount to do during the week. Helen (she of the picture framing) popped round for a cup of tea, bringing with her the finished Heaton Cooper framing which she has given me for an early birthday present. They. Look. Stunning. I'm now stuck as to where to hang them. Upstairs or downstairs, too many choices!

In other news, I seem to have bruised the pad of my heel quite deeply whilst scampering up and down the step-ladders and am limping around, hoping it gets better by tomorrow as I have a day in the office (which will entail quite a bit of to-ing and fro-ing around the college) and then the final EV visit of the academic year on Tuesday. Sacrifice a chicken or a virgin for me, whatever comes to hand...

On a slightly worrying family front, Granny has been taken into hospital this afternoon, suffering from chronic dehydration, but no further news until test results come back in the morning. Mother will keep me posted...she doesn't sound too concerned at the moment so I doubt if it's really serious, but Granny is nearly 87 and no hospital stay at that age is a good thing. She's gone to Carlisle hospital (where I went with me kiddly problem a couple of years ago). I'll let you know what happens.

And, last but not least, I HAD A BUNNY!!! And brigantine1, you are responsible! Yes, you! I'll get onto it this week, now that I've franticaly jotted down the bones of it...

Dudes, later.

Spam spam spam spam...

2007-06-05T19:30:35Z

Yep, I was bored, there was a camera to hand and so hence...

Heh. fawsley and jazzdoctor gave me the unframed piccie as a belated birthday gift when they came and stayed last autumn (feels like a loong time ago) and I eventually got around to giving it to my best bud Helen, who happens to be the world's best picture framer. Classy, huh?

This piccie was on the camera. It's my desk area at about 7.25am on a Monday morning...I think I was just checking the batteries were working, but hey, it captured Bean!

Me, sitting on the table, trying to work out how to take photos of myself in the mirror, a la misswilde stylee...I think she's better at it than me! Those are our new colours in the dining room, BTW.

I'm not normally this serious, but I'm concentrating on the technology...That's my 'Tree of Gondor' amulet I'm wearing :)

Anyone seen Errol?

There he is!

Here endeth the spam. Thank you.

Coo lummee...

2007-06-03T15:21:06Z

...but it appears to be Sunday already. When did that happen?? I had a whole week off stretching in front of me a...well..a week ago, but it doesn't seem to have been going that fast, right up until now. It's been a lovely week (even taking into account the little matter of the Great Knicker Abandonment moment) but now I have to face up to going back to work again. Sigh. I've got a really busy week next week as well. Double sigh. I actually feel really chilled out after this week; doing what I want to in my own time has been both a novel experience and an enjoyable one. I could be a housewife, really I could. If only I didn't have those pesky bills to pay...

Any-hoo, we managed to get the dining room end of the sitting/dining room decorated and back together again over the last couple of days (we now have to brace ourselves and do the sitting room end next weekend), so we are now a slightly odd combination of colours. Newly decorated end is a harmonic symphony of clotted cream colour walls and sort of milk chocolate coloured chimney (it's me, of course they're foodie colours!) and the other end is still the rather grubby looking pale green walls and darker green chimney. And yes, we DID need more paint and no, I didn't go back to THAT B&Q, I wussed and made Hubster drive to Cheltenham instead...He, incidentally, nearly drowned himself in the bath by laughing too hard when I confessed what I'd done.

It's been a day of firsts today as well. I finally got to go pillion on the bike this afternoon and all I have to say to that is WOOOOOO-HOOOOOO! I haven't been on a bike for ten years and it's like riding a, well, a bike really, in that it all came back to me. Hubster got some Halford's vouchers for his birthday and so nobly donated them to the cause of his wife having something to hang onto on the bike (ooer!) so we have what are somewhat hysterically called 'love handles' which basically are handles on a belt that clips around the driver. Great fun! I felt very much at home, perched on the back there. My thighs knew about it when we got back, I had forgotten that you control your position on the bike a lot with your leg muscles. Combined with the horrendous bruises the step-ladder treads have inflicted on my shins, Dock Leaf Legs are feeling a little the worse for wear...

The other first has been that Grandad, 94 on the 12th of December, has sent me his first e-mail. Awww...and no, he's NOT getting either my LJ name OR the LOM directions!! The mind boggles at the very thought..

Oh, one other thing. I've re-discovered the wonder of Planet Rock. ACDC is good decorating music, although I did discover that I tended to 'air-roller' rather more than might have been productive. Hey ho.

Oopsie...

2007-05-31T15:29:34Z

You see, the whole problem with being a Secret Blonde, is that every now and again I do something so breathtakinlgy daft that it's really hard to conceal my secret...

So, I went to Best Buddies for a girly night on Tuesday and, seeing as there was going to be a bit of drinking, I stayed overnight. No problem; I took my green over shoulder bag with a toothbrush, comb, pills and clean pair of knickers. Fine. Got dressed Wednesday morning, shoved Tuesday's knickers in side pocket of bag. There are many pockets on this bag.

Came home, hung bag on hooks, forgot to take out toothbrush etc until this morning. Still no problem, but I'd forgotten about the knickers as they'd gone into a different pocket to the toothbrush (because ICKY otherwise). Took bag out with me this morning to go and price up paint, stuffed notepad into random sidepocket.

Got to DIY store, found paint, hoicked out notepad, couldn't find pen. You know what it's like, you rootle around, muttering to yourself in annoyance until you find what you need. Found it all in there; ancient lipbalm, manky handkerchief, antique receipts, all of which got turfed out onto the floor where I was sitting on a level with the paint. Found pen, stuffed everything back into bag, got paint, left.

Got home and discovered to my total horror that, not only did I not have a handkerchief in my bag because it was in my jeans pocket, but I'd left MY USED KNICKERS ON THE FLOOR IN B&Q...

I don't know whether to hide my head in shame or laugh until I'm sick...Jus how efficient IS DNA tracing these days??

Drumroll Please...

2007-05-28T16:13:09Z

...They all said it couldn't be true! They doubted the exsistence of a Dock Sibling! Lo and behold, I give you all...

My big brother, Stuart. Squee!

This is THE most typical expression. We arrived a bit earlier than planned and so he hadn't had time to get in the shower, so was still wearing his equivalen to PJ's...surgical scrub trousers (his thigh says 'main theatre' on it although he kept sitting so it read 'man theatre' which amused me mightily). He too has the Eyebrow of Doom, just like me.

Earning his keep, peeling spuds for roasties. That's roast pork you can just about see in the oven. He's not a bad cook, which is a good thing. His loved one Susan can't cook. No siree...

Slightly dark one of Our Mutual Parent, enjoying the novel sensation of having a conversation with his son and daughter in the same room and sober. He's still doing bloody well :)

Awww! Butter wouldn't melt, huh? Please bear in mind that this picture was taken milli-seconds after he'd released me from a neck lock and I'd stopped elbowing him in the groin...

So there you go, visual proof of his being. Whether or not you think this is a good thing, I leave entirely to you! It was a very nice day, despite the 200 mile round trip in filthy weather. I've spent most of the day in bed today, coughing like crazy to the extent that my voice sounds like Daffy Duck on helium. It hasn't gone, just can't decide what pitch it wants to be at...Still, I've got all week off on holiday, so I don't need to talk to too many people :)

Busy, Busy...

2007-05-25T19:48:41Z

Hurrah, it's Friday! And it's payday=takeaway dinner day. And it's the last day of work I've got to work for a whole week, so what's not to like? I have various things to do this weekend which might end in my early demise, so bear with me...There's also the small matter of replacing the computer chair...See, we've had it for the better part of six years and it wasn't even a proper 'puter chair, just a large black leather effect swively one that we bought back in the days when we had money to buy large black leather effect swively effect chairs, and it's had a rather hard paper round ever since. And it dieded. So, we don't have an official Chair for the PC at the moment. We've tried the footstool that came with aforementioned black leather effect thingie, one of the dining table chairs (currently being used), the fold up chair that usually lives in the garden, and the rocking chair. In hindsight, the rocking chair was a Bad Idea...Now, if it were just Hubster and I, there wouldn't really be an issue, but there are others in the household to consider. The back of the original chair was used as ambush point, snoozing perch, place to sit and look at the back garden, place to sit and look cute, place to leave small furry mouse and other feline pursuits. Needless to say, there's going to be mutiny in the ranks if something isn't sorted soon.

So, in addition to sourcing new ~~cat toy~~ chair this weekend, I/We have to acheive the following:

* Cut the hedge. Hubster (now he's fixed the clippers again after the fuse going) has already made a start, but there's a whole lotta hedge there...
* Get the car serviced.
* Do the food shopping
* Buy some tapestry kits for Mother as a gift from Granny. It's complicated...
* Try and buy paint in colours that might not still exsist, it's been so long since we decided on them.
* Get bird food (very important)
* Get cat food (even more important)
* Endeavour to find the time to molest each other in a filthy manner
* Watch the 2nd disc of Two Towers whilst armed with caramel popcorn to lure the bunny out from under the sofa with. Possibly move onto Return of the King.
* Try not to either get lost driving to my brother's new house, or comitting patricide when he can't read the map properly on the way there.

That last ones going to be a whole barrel of laughs...I'll post about it...possiby with piccies of my bro *everyone goes 'awww' until they see the piccies and go 'arrgghhh!'*

I might even try to post on You Know Where this weekend. I owe a couple of people a strip. Well, they know what I mean...

The Hills of Dock Leaf

Happy Birthday!!

LoM Updates - 28.3.9 - Part 2

Writer's Block: Robotic

Mash Game: Predict Your Future at eSPIN-the-Bottle

Well, I'm Alive....

Stand By Your Beds!

Just When You Thought...

WOOT!

SPLOSH! Update

SPLOSH!

Why is it...?

A Jolly Big Thank You...

Happy Birthday Half Elf Lost! *throws shared confetti*

Dr. Who Slash!

Food Glorious Food

A Minute of Your Time?

Again with the Updates?

Granny Update

Me again...

Sunday, Sunday...

Spam spam spam spam...

Coo lummee...

Oopsie...

Drumroll Please...

Busy, Busy...

Happy Birthday Half Elf Lost! throws shared confetti