First off, hello! And Labyrinth is an odd film, but also genius, if only for the crazy-but-strangely-attractive god that is David Bowie. And also because there are so many things that make me laugh in that film - most of them not purposefully, I think, but still. It's awesome.
Secondly, the true reason I am posting: to review your TG/HP fic properly, rather than leaving that rather rushed reply to it. You deserve it after all your nice comments, and also because it is absolutely fantastic. Seriously, be proud.
"Right," he said, flinging open the door of the little shop. "What's the longest wand you've got here?"
This is Jeremy, right there. He would completely, totally do this.
"Yeah, that reminds me. If you fall off the carpet, don't think I'm going back for you. This is a race."
James raised his eyebrows. "Good to know the spirit of Top Gear camaraderie hasn't been affected by all this."
Again, this is just perfect characterisation. Richard's competitiveness and James' long-suffering, dry comments.
“You know,” he continued, twitching the broom back on course, “being stuck in there wasn’t entirely a bad thing. I mean, obviously it was bad because it gave Hammond and Captain Slow the advantage – or at least it would have if they weren’t about to get locked up right now – but it gave me the chance to show you how well this thing handles. What’s really nice is that, even though I’m a bit of a Colossus compared to the skinny, Hammond-esque Quidditch players you usually see on these sorts of brooms, it still moves beautifully. While obviously a broom is never going to be a great handler if it was, say, cobbled together from sticks that were just lying around – Comet, I’m looking at you – the speed and manoeuvrability generally depend a lot on the size and weight of the rider, but on an MX even an American could turn corners. Not that they’d need to.”
Very long quote, I know, but perfectly done. By now, I was completely convinced that I actually was watching (or reading) an episode of Top Gear. Jeremy reviews cars exactly like this!
Whatever it was, something happened that pitched Richard Hammond off the carpet and into the cold night air.
Because a TG episode wouldn't be complete without 'The World's Smallest Man' having a near-death experience.
"Accio Hammond!"
My sides hurt after this bit.
“Poppycock,” James said. “If these were cars you’d go for the fastest, most insane one there is and damn the safety all to hell.”
This is just so what James would say - and, IMO, he is the hardest of the three of them to characterise. Yet you got him so right - quietly ironic and witty, and so very aware of what his co-presenters are like.
"I banish you from the Top Gear presenters’ presence.”
Have I mentioned how insanely brilliant your Jeremy is?
Anyway, suffice it to say, I loved it, and if you get a crazy urge to write more, please, please do!
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Secondly, the true reason I am posting: to review your TG/HP fic properly, rather than leaving that rather rushed reply to it. You deserve it after all your nice comments, and also because it is absolutely fantastic. Seriously, be proud.
"Right," he said, flinging open the door of the little shop. "What's the longest wand you've got here?"
This is Jeremy, right there. He would completely, totally do this.
"Yeah, that reminds me. If you fall off the carpet, don't think I'm going back for you. This is a race."
James raised his eyebrows. "Good to know the spirit of Top Gear camaraderie hasn't been affected by all this."
Again, this is just perfect characterisation. Richard's competitiveness and James' long-suffering, dry comments.
“You know,” he continued, twitching the broom back on course, “being stuck in there wasn’t entirely a bad thing. I mean, obviously it was bad because it gave Hammond and Captain Slow the advantage – or at least it would have if they weren’t about to get locked up right now – but it gave me the chance to show you how well this thing handles. What’s really nice is that, even though I’m a bit of a Colossus compared to the skinny, Hammond-esque Quidditch players you usually see on these sorts of brooms, it still moves beautifully. While obviously a broom is never going to be a great handler if it was, say, cobbled together from sticks that were just lying around – Comet, I’m looking at you – the speed and manoeuvrability generally depend a lot on the size and weight of the rider, but on an MX even an American could turn corners. Not that they’d need to.”
Very long quote, I know, but perfectly done. By now, I was completely convinced that I actually was watching (or reading) an episode of Top Gear. Jeremy reviews cars exactly like this!
Whatever it was, something happened that pitched Richard Hammond off the carpet and into the cold night air.
Because a TG episode wouldn't be complete without 'The World's Smallest Man' having a near-death experience.
"Accio Hammond!"
My sides hurt after this bit.
“Poppycock,” James said. “If these were cars you’d go for the fastest, most insane one there is and damn the safety all to hell.”
This is just so what James would say - and, IMO, he is the hardest of the three of them to characterise. Yet you got him so right - quietly ironic and witty, and so very aware of what his co-presenters are like.
"I banish you from the Top Gear presenters’ presence.”
Have I mentioned how insanely brilliant your Jeremy is?
Anyway, suffice it to say, I loved it, and if you get a crazy urge to write more, please, please do!