An Alternate Earth

This journal is mostly friends only.

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( Torchwood spoilers and bad behaviour )

Had a little friendslist trim and have removed everyone I feel like I've never interacted with, or whom I suspect to be dead. Obviously this is absolutely nothing personal against any of you (how could it possibly be?) but if you feel like I've made a terrible mistake please pipe up. I'm not coming over all exclusive, I just want to know who I'm talking to.

Fanfic and any photos you might possibly want to see will be public posts anyway.

Similarly consider this your opportunity to de-friend me with no hard feelings if you so feel inclined (because clearly if you unfriend me any other day of the year I will hunt you down).

Finally beaten, kicked, cajoled and threatened out a few more usable images from the gig at TJs. The last lot are here if you missed them.

Blah blah use blah blah credit blah blah don't hotlink humorous threat blah blah etc.



( Disgracelands )


( Blue Gillespie )

From our dog walk this morning. I fell on my arse getting these, but it was worth it.



( Watch the birdies! )

My laptop is deceased. I'm very upset about it, and I was going to write a big emo post except I've just been distracted by this extremely yummy mini-lemon cake I'm eating, which just goes to show how mini-food is the cure to all the world's ills. God I love cake.

Anyway, due to the tragic, premature passing of my laptop I'm somewhat struggling with the photos I took on Saturday night at TJs. I have them, but have not the facilities to faff with them adequately. So... I here's a few which I am fucking fed up with and posting to get out of my system. I have loads more, including some Disgracelands ones but at the moment it's beyond my skill to scroll down the screen that far.

Meanwhile, have some shots of Death of her Money and some beardy bloke who looks like Satan.



( Death of her money )

( Gareth David-Lloyd )

As per usual, if you want to use anything for icons, wallpaper, next year's Christmas cards etc - you may. But please let me know, and also know that if you hotlink, everything bad that happens in your life from this point on will happen because you hotlinked. You have the power to stop this right now.

As an aside, if anyone really needs to get hold of me over the next, well, ever, please drop me an email since I can check that at work. I'll post the rest of the pictures when I can (woe, etc).

Hope you're all as wonderful and gorgeous as ever.

What it's all about for those of you who like to wrap yourself in tin foil and live in basements. Or, you know. Aren't in the Torchwood fandom.

John Barrowman turning on the Christmas lights in Brum...

They're shit because of the bumping and jostling and the bunny girls who had come to see some people from the X-Factor. I have no idea who they were, and had to ask my mum later. She demonstrated uncanny X-Factor knowledge by identifying them from my extremely vague descriptions, but I've now forgotten what she said. One was really boring, and the other two were kind of like the Wiggles, and as such rather fun.

As you can tell, I really don't belong at events like that.

Meanwhile, oh no! Aliens are materialising in front of John Barrowman!



( The Barrowman emotes )

I love his jacket.

The wingspan, it rules all.

Right, last lot of photos...

Sorry, no more bottoms or boy kisses - you got the lot of them last time. But I do have
more John (complete with Obama shirt, for griggharris), and rather a lot of Gareth gesticulating wildly.

Again, feel free to icon/wallpaper/link/steal/post, but please credit smirnoffmule and please tell me! AND DO NOT FUCKING HOTLINK. SEE BELOW.

Apologies to those of you who've left comments or sent messages I haven't replied to yet - I am working my way through slowly, but seriously, you guys have actually broken my LJ... whoa there! My inbox didn't know what hit it until I finally acquired a clue and turned off comment alerts.



( More Barrowman, group shots, invisible boobies, and Gareth gesticulating wildly )

At one point during the panel, Gareth did kiss Naoko - and responded to the lacklustre cheer that resulted with "It's just not gay enough for you people, is it?"

Fandom: summed up.

Now, I'm spent.

ETA: Because apparantly this needs saying - DO NOT HOTLINK. Because you won't be the only one who does, and what you guys are basically doing is collectively shagging my bandwidth up the arse. You'll nuke it and the photos will go away if you do this, understand? If you want to re-post these, right click and upload them to your own damn host. Seriously, whoever's doing this, you're taking the piss. Pack it in.

So I'm back! Had an absolutely fab weekend of which I won't post much detail since far more articulate and organised people than me surely will.

It was a great con, but from a purely photographic POV, I didn't like it as much as the Rift (See Rift pics, being better). The light wasn't as good, and also because the guests were seated a lot of the time, there wasn't as much movement, and consequentially the pics were a bit less interesting.

There was a lot more kissing though.

Anyway. Shut up. Pictures.

Not in the least bit dial up friendly, I'm afraid. I'm also not done going through them all, so will probably post a second batch before too long.

All pics are nickable for icons/wallpaper, but please credit smirnoffmule and please also tell me, because I'm always interested to know what people do with my stuff. But do not fucking hotlink. See below.




( John, Gareth, Kai, Naoko, boy kissing and fanservice )


I have to say though, much as I love taking me snaps and meeting the stars, what really makes Torchwood cons so fun are the fabulous, friendly, funny and intelligent people I get to meet and hang out with.

OH WAIT THAT'S YOU GUYS. :D

Seriously, I've said this so many times over the weekend, but I love this fandom so much. I went to this con on my own, but I was never short of someone to chat with. I'd name check everyone, but I'm terrified of missing someone out and offending them - but I do have to specially thank valderys for the use of her floor, purplephoenix03 for PRINGLES, blackbird_song for lunch, and marvola for being lovely. And a special hurrah for absinthefairy88 for making it. What a weekend.

I'd also like to formally both thank and apologise to all the people I was dancing with, and indeed near, on saturday night.

HERE COME THE DRUMS HERE COME THE DRUMS.

ETA: Because apparantly this needs saying - DO NOT HOTLINK. Because you won't be the only one who does, and what you're basically doing is collectively shagging my bandwidth up the arse. You'll nuke it and the photos will go away if you do this, understand? If you want to re-post these, right click and upload them to your own damn host. Seriously, whoever's doing this, you're taking the piss. Pack it in.

More about Ian Dunbar*, and the guinness, and how Ian Dunbar likes the guinness, later.

Meanwhile, a labrador, running through St Patrick's Well in Clonmel, Tipperary.



( Joy )

(In mono because I was photographing stone shapes and forgot to switch back it makes it all arty like.)

*OMG, he signed my book, OMG!

Edited to Add a Book Squee:

I just started reading Casino Royale in the bath - fucking hell! You know how you think Bond is kinda cosy and kitsch? Not so, the man's a sociopath. The writing reminds me of Thomas Harris writing Jame Gumb or Hannibal Lecter. He's so calculating and hyper-aware as he walks around the Casino, casually figuring out how best to rob the banker (not because he wants to, mind, just as a little mental exercise) - "He could feel his eyes filling their sockets".

Is that not the kind of line that gives you book glee?

Can't talk now, reading.

I took like 250 f'n photos... but here's my 24 favourites.



For a run down of the day's events, and specifically what the hell Kai Owen is doing, see
tavven's entry here. I have no words, or very few - just eye candy. And to say it was lovely to meet everyone I met *waves*

( James Marsters )

( James and Gareth )

( Kai Owen )

( Gareth David-Lloyd )

I'm gutted I didn't get any nice ones of Eve, but then I didn't take that many because I was too busy falling head over heels in love with her.