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Is there an Olympic category for colds? I'm a shoe-in.

Atheists please note: the existence of tea is clear evidence of divine intervention.

Speaking of the Olympics, we watched some of Clash of the Titans last night. It largely comprises claymation and Harry Hamlin saying "Invisible!" and looking dumber than peat.

I was up half the night, but luckily had Peanutbutter and Jeremy's Best Book Ever to keep me company. (Thanks Ed and Sonja!)

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Quite non-functional. Watching Blow Dry, which contains Rickman, Nighy, Miss Hardaker, Mr Filch, Aunt May, and badness.

ETA: Nighy'd have made a brilliant Doctor. Rickman's feeeeeeeeettttttttttttttttttttttt! (Has he had dance training?)

ffffffffffeeeeeeeeeeeeeettttttttttttttttt

Ah, those Russians

Watching Rasputin with Rickman as the mad monk. How can something which such gorgeous locations and absolutely top-flight cast be so uninteresting? With the help of an over-obvious script, methinks.

ETA: They could lose the Star Trek lighting too. Also, Rasputin just quoted Sir Walter Scott. Sign of the times: when the astonished spies observe the Empress shagging R, they have an amusing struggle over who gets the binocs, then one of them took out a black object; I assumed it was his mobile phone.