This is a fake.

Ah, peace and quiet. Actually, it's been a rather quiet day at work, good for me as I didn't want to have to walk too much, but interesting. Niall came in for the morning, got increasingly depressed over the Ashes and then left again; he was followed by Gary and then a frantic banging at the back door. I unlocked it to find Tony, Bethany, Matthew and a metric tonne of cardboard. Apparently no-one's put the rubbish out in a while. So I vented some stress and frustration, as you do, and comprehensively destroyed the boxes into flat cardboard, and went back into the shop to find Matthew playing cowboys and Indians in the back. He's five (Beth is nine, I think; it's been a while since I've heard about Tony's children), and between them they manned the till, giving me surprisingly little to do, which suited me fine.

Somewhat amused, I later told Matthew that I am an Indian, a different sort but an Indian nevertheless; he informed me that he was killing cowboys and Indians indiscriminately, evidently in favour of equal-opportunity genocide. It seemed wisest to leave him to it. Both of them were actually very well-behaved and helpful, and their being there made things easier rather than harder. Still, I wasn't displeased to get home. I'm tired and PMS-y and I think the constant limping is getting to me; it tires me out very quickly and I kind of don't want to do much, now.

Yesterday I wasn't allowed to walk at all, and so I decided the best idea was to make coffee, sit with foot elevated and re-watch City of Death. Which I enjoyed thoroughly, as you might expect. One thing that struck me is the sheer inventiveness of the way it's filmed, particularly in the first episode; all those lovely long shots through postcard racks and around corners, and the riotous details such as the fact the Doctor and Romana run across roads holding hands, just like kids, and the way the relentlessly crazy plot actually asks a very sensible, serious question: is the Mona Lisa a fake if da Vinci painted it, even if the Doctor has written "THIS IS A FAKE" in felt-tip on the canvas?

[One more silly detail that struck me yesterday: when the Borgias torturer comes back with his instruments, the Doctor is worriedly sucking his thumb.]

Once again, I am moved to wonder where all the Four/Romana II fic is. I've only ever found two good examples of it, and both of them are set in and around Paris, 1979. There's City of Loss by gwynnega, which is sort of Nine/Rose and Four/Romana, and Complete Strangers by andrastewhite, which is perfect. It's like the inexplicable absence of Doctor/Master fic online. I hate DIY fandom. Although, that said, one of the published short stories is Four/Romana II, and very much of teh cute.

Moving on, then: a meme, nicked from likethesun2, that I've wanted to do for a while. I forget the blurb, but basically it involves posting bits from whatever WIPs you have lying around, like so:

From a Doctor Who fic provisionally titled "Aldwych", which is getting more and more epic and may be finished some time before the end of days: ( Read more... )

Another Doctor Who fic, provisionally titled "Go Forward In All Your Beliefs"; this one is actually finished, but I'm meh about it and a bit wary of sending it to a beta: ( Read more... )

Yet another one, featuring the Doctor and Rose from Bohemian Rose: ( Read more... )

And lastly, a Buffy fic, probably called "The Lucky Ones", that I finished months ago and never got betaed because something about it seems off to me: ( Read more... )

And that's it. Not being able to walk or drive is quite annoying.