This is one of the most madly brilliant articles ever, in its way. I love it so much.
In other news, I can't deal with going to Electric Dreams tonight because I know Dave will play The Modern and I'll collapse in wailing angst (or something similarly ludicrous) so I'll be at B-Movie instead, although I'll get there a bit later than usual because my dad's insisting on taking me out to dinner first. I'll probably wear what I wore to the thing on Wednesday; one, damn, I looked good, and two, nobody cared at the time, and three, there may just be someone I've got my eye on. A bit. notintheseheels has just had to leave all in a hurry to go back to Cambridge, and I was expecting to be able to sit and chat with her a bit more this morning, and now she's gone. I hate it when she has to leave. Never mind, I've still got housework to do. I must stop typing before I say anything else that's true...
For what it's worth, Space Cadets makes disturbingly electric television. I wish it didn't. I've still got this fucking migraine.