Fic

There has to be an offshoot of Murphy's Law that states when one has ideas to write one has no time and vice versa.

It is presently annoying me that I can't write John Cena. Rory Bremner (a UK impressionist) was interviewed once and said that the trick to doing a voice was finding the hook, such as Lloyd Grosman's 'o's. I think there's something similar to writing a character and I just can't find one. And while I might get away with a plotted fic all about Cena being unknowable, it's kind of hard for shorter fics where he has to appear, particularly since Orton, at least the way I write him, is not the type to worry at a problem like that.

Unrelated, but still fic related, would anyone care to hook me up with the song LA Woman by the Doors.

This was going to be grr argh, but is now happily amused

The British Amateur Boxing Association still appear to be trying and succeeding in their attempt at wresting the crown of the most useless and incompetant sporting federation away from the British Fencing Association but something that happened on the BBC live text service has amused me beyond words. So the live text writer is saying (or typing rather) about how much better the UK has done this time round than previously, particularly at Atlanta where GB only "got one measly gold medal". Cue text message from one Sir Matthew Pinsent, declaiming that the gold medal in question was not measly, thank you very much.

Such love for that man. Particularly after an article in one of this week's times where he was talking about how different watching sport is than doing it, because he now can't look at medal ceremonies without feeling sorry for the people in second.