Message to the universe: Firstly, could you please tell TPTB to snap up Urban and release it? I am sick and tired of the whining, and I would like to see the film again, myself. Secondly, I’d love to know what is next for the gentleman whose career and underarm hair have inspired this blog. Thirdly, gentle reminder…
Film maker Candida Brady has reacted to fans’ requests and prodding for more material on Urban and the Shed Crew and made good on her promise to release an interview with Richard Armitage. This looks as if it may have been filmed on the occasion of the premiere of Urban in Leeds last November. It is…
Hm. This is a first. I have got nothing to say. There’s nothing to comment. I wish I had something to show you, a new RAPS, an *ooof*, but there is nothing. I’ve made a new header for the round-up. Here it is. Let’s start the list of links with something I wouldn’t mind…
It’s oh-so-quiet. So quiet, that I might as well post OT. I am very grateful to Mr A’s silence (apart from the little selfie love we were just given courtesy of his Berlin Station make-up artist, who has posted a lovely pic on her FB page. It appears that Mr A likes to put his arms around…
You are reading this while I am on the road. Or on a teeny tiny island off the East coast of Ireland. It’s so tiny, you wouldn’t even see the speck of land in George’s Channel, had I not marked it on the map (open in new window to see large). We’re going for a picnic.…
Usually, I use the weekend to catch up on sleep. But today I have gotten up at my regular 6am starting time in order to make time for work while my mum still sleeps. And it just occurs to me, I could cheer myself up with a little shrine post. So here goes… A couple…
Today you are getting a bit of a hotchpotch post. Mainly because the tumblr loot is not particularly huge and therefore needs bumping up with other bits and pieces. But also because said other pieces kind of boost my mood, and so I want to share them. But let’s get to what you came here for.…
Greetings from London! I may be on my first business trip this year to the big city, but I have an hour to spare before I head to see Les Blancs in the National Theatre later tonight, so I might as well pass the time with a quick post. I am not in my usual plush…
Wow, how did Saturday creep up on me? Not sure where all the time went… And I haven’t even got anything to show for it. I suppose I had to catch up with all that had piled up during my absence. As is usual for me, I had the irrepressible urge to do some shrining…
Guylty Pleasure 