Today, I bought tickets for a play - something I reallyreally want to go see. A and I always get tickets to something in the new year, you see. Post-holidays, January looks like a long, hard slog, and February even worse, so we need something to brighten our winter.

In previous years we've been to see Return To The Forbidden Planet (space monsters from the Id ftw), The Play What I Wrote (fabulous play about Morecambe and Wise, a little like seeing them live), The Woman In Black (skeeery!), Rock 'n' Roll (highly intellectual and verbose Tom Stoppard play, all about Czechoslovakia and Pink Floyd and the Velvet Revolution), and, last year, The First Emperor (British Museum exhibition about the first emperor of China - Terracotta Army, omg). Plus some other things that I've forgotten, probably. This year, we're not going until well into the Spring, which is sad, but it's something awesome, and it's not on until then. And I can't tell you what it is, because A could read this.

Anyhow, I'm looking forward to it. :)

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I've been poking about with my friends filters, because I seemed to have several that basically had the same people in them, and some that were for a short-term purpose only, so if you suddenly have access / don't have access to old posts, you a) probably won't notice, but b) can tell me if you really want to see something or other.

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Last night, I dreamed I was the young Charles Dickens. WTF? I don't even like Dickens. Can't I dream about being, I dunno, Louisa May Alcott, instead? Also, I don't think he did live in an orphanage and have adventures.

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redial_the_gate  rewatch tonight, watching Small Victories, woohoo! The second time in two episodes that Daniel helplessly witnesses his friends effect a last-minute escape using an Asgard beam. Rather stressful for the poor lamb. Still, he's probably given them ulcers, too, with his complete disregard for his own personal safety in the face of Injustice.