Trabia Garden

Last night's episode of Waterloo Road (6.06) was really upsetting. I was on the verge of tears several times. Sam! You are lovely, Sam! reipan and I were exchanging texts throughout the episode that boiled down to 'we need to give poor Sam all the hugs', with a side of 'LOOK WHAT HAPPENS TO SAM WHEN AN EPISODE NEGLECTS JOSH'S GAYFACE ADVENTURES' (of course there is a causal relationship).

Also, I think Karen is great, so it makes me a bit sad when she does not-great things. Please don't make me dislike you, Karen.


I have also watched Tuesday's episode of Glee (2.02)! I felt it was one of the weaker episodes (it essentially consisted of a framing device that functioned as an excuse for musical numbers, rather than incorporating the musical numbers into the plot of the episode; it felt a bit like a clip show without the clips), but it's possible that I had trouble fully enjoying it because I was distracted by how incredibly weird it is to switch to Glee after watching a lot of Waterloo Road. The latter at least makes an attempt at realism; the former is unashamedly ridiculous. There should be fanfiction in which the cast of one school transfers to the other.

The main reason I want this, of course, is the idea of Josh as a member of New Directions. How cute would that be?

OH. OH. JOSH/KURT.

Oh, my goodness, I need to read Josh/Kurt. I'm fairly certain it's actually medically necessary. It can begin when they're commiserating with each other over having impossible crushes on much cooler boys named Finn.

I suppose having the two Finns could get a bit confusing, especially if Waterloo Road Finn ended up trying to seduce Quinn (and he would). Perhaps Waterloo Road Finn could be 'Sharkey'? He's referred to by his surname quite a bit in canon, so it makes sense.

(INCREDIBLY TERRIBLE PROGRAMME IDEA: Sharkey and Josh, the crimebusters of the sea! Would Josh be in his human form, simply underwater, or would he be a fish with curly hair? Perhaps they could both be mermen. I'm not going to think about this.)

Why I Must Never Learn How to Create Fanvids, Reason One of Many: my first creation would inevitably be a video set to 'I Don't Dance' of High School Musical 2, with David Mitchell in the role of Chad and Jonathan Ross as Ryan.

It would be awful. I would be immediately and universally despised.

(Here, in case you are unaware of the context for this thought, is the clip from The Big Fat Quiz of the Year 2009 in which Jonathan Ross encourages David Mitchell and Charlie Brooker to dance, and they rather wonderfully refuse. Later in the quiz, I believe, Ross offers to take Mitchell's virginity if Mitchell dances, thereby further cementing the Ryan-and-Chad parallels. If you ignore the fact that Ryan Evans is considerably more adorable than Jonathan Ross (although there is something strangely endearing about the Top Gear fandom's wossy60) and Chad Danforth is completely unlike David Mitchell in every respect other than that of reluctance to dance, the comparison is exact.)


Well, as I'm not too far from the subject area, I'd like to discuss this secret, which was posted to fandomsecrets a few days ago (possibly by one of you? I wouldn't be surprised). In case the image is taken down at some point or you don't want to load it: it is a picture of David Mitchell and Charlie Brooker on the Big Fat Quiz, with the text '[...] I want fic where they're together, with all their combined social awkwardness and their mild misanthropy; the sex is mediocre and neither of them get relationships, and yet they're kind of fond of each other.'

Thank you, secret-maker, because now so do I. Possibly with a slight element of Mitchell's unrequited love for his comedy partner. I want Mitchell and Brooker to have awkward, uncomfortable glance-conversations when Webb is around and never overtly bring it up. Brooker knows and Mitchell knows he knows and they both know it would probably be best if they just talked about it, but if Brooker's just some substitute he'd rather not confirm that, thanks, and Mitchell feels that maybe he can pretend the issue isn't there so long as it never comes up in conversation.

Oh, dear, I'm making this scenario a bit sad, aren't I? Also they would obviously have amazing banter and genuine fondness and it would be, well, nice, despite all the problems they don't talk about. I would be delighted were someone to write this.

(The sex is mediocre! That is my favourite part. Firstly because I can readily believe it (sorry, guys; obviously I have not had sex with either of you, so I wouldn't know, and even if I had my lack of a frame of reference would prevent my reaching an educated conclusion, although at least I'd have a great story for my Livejournal), and secondly because there's something rather lovely about the concept of their having a semiromantic relationship despite rather than because of the sex.)


Just to bookend this entry with terrible ideas: a couple of nights ago, in a deranged haze of tiredness and essay-panic, I scribbled down an idea for a television programme in which celebrities crept into the beds of members of the public whilst they were sleeping, and hidden cameras filmed the subjects' reactions when they woke up to find themselves in bed with Robert Downey Jr and with no recollection of how he got there.

So long as no one ever, ever makes that, there's still some hope for society.