We've been watching a documentary about the year 1966 this evening - lots of nostalgia there. It was a year in which a lot of things changed for me - I passed my 11+, went to grammar school, moved house, learned about a lot of things that passed me by before that. The programme also reminded me of a comment kazzy_cee made on my last post, so I thought I'd fill in the gaps a little.( All about me.Collapse )

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Yesterday Dave and I passed the 37-year mark in our marriage.

Today is the tenth anniversary of my opening an LJ. Things have changed a great deal over that period. Back then I had two teenage girls living at home, was a full-time teacher and worried about a new head of department coming in the following term. I was right to worry about him - the year was a total disaster. Now I am an escaped teacher about to embark on my second MA, just for fun, one daughter is married and pregnant and the other is managing a box office at the Edinburgh Fringe.

I still love BtVS and Spike.

I am hugely grateful to LJ for all the friends I have made here, quite a few of whom I have met in person. And grateful to elisi who persuaded me into the venture in the first place.

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This has been sitting on a hard disk for well over a decade. I share it now in celebration of curiouswombat's change of status and in the hope my flist will enjoy it.

( Instruction manual for a Boromir of your very own.Collapse )

This is instead of a real post, because my brain is not yet functioning as such. Happy new month, folks!

Also, RIP Geraldine McEwan. A great and underrated actress.

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I was looking forward to this, and Mark Gatiss didn't let me down. The world of 1963 was very believable, and I loved the scenes with Hartnell's granddaughter, exactly the same age as I was.

The theme of making it in spite of prejudice (key players an Indian director and a female producer. In 1963!) and of the magic that can result was handled beautifully. David Bradley as Hartnell was wonderful, and deserves all sorts of awards. And a little touch of proper magic near the end brought a real lump to my throat, and very nearly a tear as well.

My little brother and I used to play at being that Doctor, all through the winter holidays that year, and on into many other years. We even had a stick, found in the garden, which we decided was his, and would fight over the right to use it, as you could only really be the Doctor if you had that stick. And we did Dalek voices, like every child in the country - that was a lovely moment on the bus, when Verity saw two children being Daleks and knew it was a hit.

This anniversary makes me ridiculously nostalgic. And looking forward to the next episode of The Show.

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