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[sebastienne]

Last night, for the first time in a month, I slept alone on a matress. (Before that I'd spent a week on the futon in the spare room, a week on a hardwood floor in Cambridge, a week on the carpet in Edinburgh, a week sharing a single bed in Oxford.) And was I relieved and relaxed and rejuvenated? No. I was just terribly disheartened to wake up alone. No all-day rehearsals to dash off to, no need to run up and down the royal mile annoying people until they come to the play, no Ashley... There was no reason to get out of bed, this morning, and no reason to stay there either.

Also this is absolutely stunningly beautiful. It's barely longer than a page of a webcomic, and yet it contains so much lovely. Seriously. I know I love loads of crap, and am the kind of person who would go to see Snakes on a Plane, and y'all have good reason to doubt my judgement - but click this link.

Comments

[ex-leighwoos982.livejournal.com]

"No. I was just terribly disheartened to wake up alone."

This is why I have a Purple Monkey. If you met him he'd give you cuddles.

[tzarohell.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the kind words and the link! Much appreciated!

[glamwhorebunni.livejournal.com]

It was a very good link. Made my morning.

[mrkgnao.livejournal.com]

Hey! Don't you DARE dis Snakes on a Plane. It was fucking brilliant!

[chains-of-irony.livejournal.com]

That is bloody beautiful. I fact I'm going to go congratulate the artist.

The art looks like the art in the Vesuvius Club comic book, which reminds me; I meant to rec it to you on the 1 in 1000 chance that you haven't read it yet. A Victorian portrait painter-stroke-detective-stroke-international man of mystery called 'Lucifer Box' goes on a mission for the government, there is crossdressing and boylove and camp villains and Stephen Fry adores it. (http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/0743276000)