spyderfyngers | Swallow a beaker of eggnog and pretend it was cholera. (Reply)

I have to get out of this country. I've been looking at the cheap last-minute holidays again and if I can just drug someone and drag them with me, I could be gone by next week.

I finally laid my old phone to rest. I was only keeping it for the little vampire graphic, and it was pretty much broken. But now - now I can have a Rossetti graphic! In colour! And take photos of things in museums when the staff aren't looking! Which is surely what these little gadgets were originally designed for. Geekspionage.

Gasp! Victorian soap opera! Why did I not know about this before? Everyone's a drunk, everyone's got the pox, and if they're not swigging gin and discussing 'ores, they're sipping sexually repressed tea, having fits of the vapours and slipping arsenic into the gravy. It's like a beautiful, erotic dream. Spookbot.com have a brilliant episode guide:

	To hell with my college education! Let's have children.
	I am in love with your independence and free-spirit! I'm so glad that I've impregnated you and you never have to do anything icky like WORK ever again!
	Me too! I can't imagine why I wanted to be a doctor when I can carry your baby in my sexually fulfilled womb!
	Chances are extra-good that you'll die in child-birth.
	Isn't it blissful?