Harry Potter and the Old Poem.

Back at work, Tiddley-Pom. Finally managed to watch the 2nd half of GoF last night - and I'm sorry to say, it's still leaving me cold. The films all feel kind of disjointed. They've got some good characters, but... I don't know. It doesn't absorb me in the least.

Here's a very old poem - wrote on a bus this kind of time in 98.

SUNSET
The Heavenly Fire lights up my Romantic Soul
And the indigo clouds cannot help but blush
At the turquoise sky
Weeping down tangerine
At the loss of this dream of a day -
This day -
This glorious day
Which God stole from May
And hid
In mid
January.

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Rana Kane, if you're reading, thank you for my reviews. Nice to have another positive one for Courting Evil after that tit went all weird on me for giving Venger a lovely little Boy Harem. And from a big Vengemeister fan, as I know you are... I tip my cap to thee.

Got a nice new one for Chance Encounter, too. I'm so glad that one's done. No more Tomb Raider or PoP fics for me - that one was too tough going.

Oh, and Ian, Hubs is going to write Podcast sketches too. We came up with some nice ideas last night.