200,000 Words Later

This has been the year of purchas
I started in January- on a whim -and now- four  "books" and nearly 200,000 words later- I've just posted the final installment. The story arc is complete.

There's material for another cycle. But do I need to write it? Is there anything more to be said about this particular set of characters? 

Right now, I think I need to put the toys away in the toy box, close the lid and walk away.

Riding Through The Glen- Again

The Michael Praed Robin Hood looks a bit silly now, but it rode a zeitgeisty little wave. Neo-Paganism and all that shit. And it had pretty music by Clannad.

It's probably too early to pronounce on the latest version, but the first episode didn't exactly grab me.  It seems a bit Prince of Theivesy to me- and that's not good. All that superheroic archery- firing two arrows at once- hitting impossible marks. And a Sherrif of Nottingham who's a bit like Alan Rickman only less so. I could feel my enthusiasm draining away.

And this Robin looks puckishly cute- a bit of a wide-boy, a bit of a geezer- but he can't fuckin act- so what's the point of him? You'd have thought they'd have learned from the example of Jason Connery that a pretty face is not enough. 

But I liked the sets.

Celine And Julie

Jacques Rivette's Celine and Julie Go Boating is my new favourite film of all time. OK, it'll wear off, but right now I'm in love.

Paris in the the Summertime. The Cheshire cat(s).  A haunted house. Grrrl power. Magic. And all on 16mm and without a single fuckin special effect.