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Just FYI

I was the Red Cross duty officer at the last event at Durham's last remaining all-female college, at the summer ball in the term before St Mary's first undergraduate men were admitted, and not one single person was murdered. I checked someone out for a bang on the head at about two o'clock and I spent the rest of my shift, which went on until five o'clock in the morning, in the senior common room alternating between a Sebastian Faulks novel and cell biology revision. I never saw a single detective or scene-of-crime officer or forensic pathologist.

But speaking of forensic pathologists, this is a good time to mention that my love for Laura Hobson knows no bounds. (Yes, I was being snarky with that.)

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alto2
Apr. 4th, 2011 08:03 pm (UTC)
I take it this is something that I will understand in several months when Lewis finally makes its way over here?
sefkhet
Apr. 4th, 2011 08:08 pm (UTC)
The first part, yes. As to the second part... truthfully, I'm expecting only sixpence1969 to ever understand that.

(I'm emailing you a download link, if you want it.)
sixpence1969
Apr. 5th, 2011 05:28 pm (UTC)
Pah. She's *rubbish*. She hardly ever gets herself into mortal peril by merrily trying to do Lewis and Hathaway's job for them. She constantly fails to accessorise her noddy suit with flowing hair and even more flowing scarves, and even though she and Lewis are meant to be together, she barely spends anytime whatsoever gazing at him adoringly.

I did watch it on Sunday, and have to say that I'm not entirely clear what was going on, and found them almost all so unpleasant I actually didn't care whodunnit.
sefkhet
Apr. 5th, 2011 11:13 pm (UTC)
I cannot get Zoe Telford's character in Sherlock out of my head for long enough to properly compute that she was actually deeply unpleasant in this. It was giving me a very odd cognitive dissonance all the way through.

She hardly ever gets herself into mortal peril by merrily trying to do Lewis and Hathaway's job for them. She constantly fails to accessorise her noddy suit with flowing hair and even more flowing scarves, and even though she and Lewis are meant to be together, she barely spends anytime whatsoever gazing at him adoringly.

I know. I'm not convinced that she's properly qualified. :)
persiflage_1
Apr. 5th, 2011 05:13 am (UTC)
Yeah, but Durham isn't Oxford! *Everyone* knows Oxford's the most murderous University in the country! :P
sefkhet
Apr. 6th, 2011 12:14 am (UTC)
Durham is positively tranquil compared with Oxford.
persiflage_1
Apr. 6th, 2011 05:25 am (UTC)
I should think almost anywhere else is - even the M25!
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It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up, something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.

But happiness floats.
It doesn't need you to hold it down.
It doesn't need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing, and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house and now live over a quarry of noise and dust cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own.,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records.

Since there is no place large enough to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you into everything you touch. You are not responsible.

You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it, and in that way, be known.

- Naomi Shihab Nye

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