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I feel a little boring, fandom-wise, which is frustrating. I don't have things to post about, even though I just finished a 15 000-word smut bomb (except the end needs to be rewritten, but I don't know how) of Frank/Gerard pon farr fic, and it's amazing I was able to write it at all, because I'm extremely compulsive about writing in order and, with rare exceptions, working on one thing at a time. And of course... weeks ago I finished the second Ray/Bob story in the Nesty Verse but I can't post it, yet, because Open Office Ate Wax's Homework (no, really - she saved the file with her proofreading in and then she opened it again, on her own computer, and all her changes were gone) and she's been working non-stop and too tired to make them over again. I can usually never write anything new in between finishing a story and posting it - I can feel it hovering over my shoulder like a raincloud.

We cleaned the flat today and I vacuumed up about two cats' worth of cat fuzz. Wax's buddy Aki was as dubious as Wax of the concept of Bedknobs & Broomsticks, but his (wee, American) boyfriend wanted to see it so the Finns were both forced to watch with us. Oscar-nominated for special effects, dude - and you know that magic looks just like disco. Also, the list of things I never noticed about this movie as a kid is getting amusingly long, like

Emelius Browne is a con man! Like, not just in that he was conning Miss Price - he's a full-time hustler. He has holes in his socks.

"Why you got the curtains closed?" "So that we may enjoy the gentle glow of candlelight." "More like it's so a copper won't come by and see you messin' around in here."

Least. Violent. Nazi invasion. Ever.

The ethnically diverse groups on Portobello Road who nonetheless manage to basically dance only with each other. The West Indians come out with their steel drums en masse for Negro Ten Minutes and then vanish again just as suddenly when it's over.

The hookers in Portobello Road who a) try to pick up Browne when he's got a kid in each hand; b) are sent on their way immediately; c) with a conscious glance at Miss Price; who d) looks totally oblivious.

The classically-trained Navy ballerinas.

The fact that the villain is an old bookseller / the concept that there might be anything odd about this.

Um, no mention is ever made of the childrens' actual parents - are they already orphaned? Or what?

Browne saying "soccer" instead of football.

The 'happy ending' is that the romantic lead goes off to war after a baffling kiss on the mouth with Miss Price. Are they married already? Or did she give it up a bit since she knew he was going to be KILLED and never come back at all, which... hahaha, yay. I mean. Going away to war =/= a happy ending. How in the world did I miss that as a kid? I think I thought the army was kind of like a day job. Or I didn't realise that a war was actually ongoing during the movie, somehow.