miss_s_b: (Fangirling: Lee)
I'm all electionned out, so I'm going to indulge myself today by talking about something else dear to my heart.

Those of you who have known me for some time, and know my proclivities when it comes to men, might have noticed that I have something of a type. Tall, geeky boys with deep voices and good legs. Men who can cook. Well-dressed, curly-haired men who look good in a beard and can pull off an outrageous hat. Men with a wicked, dry sense of humour; who look great in shiny boots but will wear slippers when nobody is looking. Men who lean bi, or at least are not bothered by being accused of such. Men who can wear a cravat. Men who can do a quizzical eyebrow.

This springs from a LOT of places, but not least of which is the fact that at the possibly somewhat precocious age of six I got REALLY into old horror movies. And the stalwarts of old horror movies* were three men, one of whom had his birthday yesterday, and the other two have it today.

Peter Cushing would have been 101 yesterday. At a mere dead-on-six-foot he's the shortest of the three, and he was certainly the slightest. He was an extraordinarily talented actor, and if you don't believe that you haven't seen his Winston Smith, which knocks old raddled-face Hurt into a cocked hat.

Peter Cushing always looked stunning in whatever he was wearing**, partly due to poise, and partly due to cheekbones you could slice steel with. I believe he is a large part of my fondness for men in suits, especially a good three piece.

The thing that I admire most about The Cush, though, is that everybody seems to have had a very deep and genuine affection for him - even that grumpy old Tory Sir Lee (of whom more later), who was his best friend and co-Sylvester the Cat impersonator from 1957 till the day that he died. He was a Proper Gentleman, always unfailingly polite to everybody from the tea lady to the Queen. This is something I could probably learn from.

Vincent Price was the most impish of the three, and also by far the most political. He would have been 103 today. He was huge friends with Kenny Everett***, campaigned against racism and sectarianism, and built and endowed the Vincent And Mary Price Art Museum at East LA college because of his firm belief in public access to great art. He adored his doggies, especially Joe, whom he loved so much he wrote a book about him****.

He was also a fabulous cook. I know this because (thanks to [personal profile] karohemd) I have one of his cookbooks. Because of the era it was written in, it has the same approach to healthy eating that I was brought up with - i.e. everything contains lots of butter, cream, and alcohol. Now that I am reasonably close to my target weight I look forward to trying more recipes from it.

Christopher Lee is the baby of the three, at a mere 92 today. What can I say about the grumpy old sod that I haven't said a thousand times before? Although in social terms I probably would have got on better with Cushing, and certainly in political terms I would have got on better with Price, Lee is the one whose voice goes directly to the forelock-tugging peasant genes in me and makes me sag at the knees and wish to serve, and I mean that in a deeply sexual way.

I have a spotify playlist called "Christopher Lee Reads Stuff". When [personal profile] magister is playing Lego The Hobbit on his playstation he calls me into the room for the cut scenes because Sir Lee narrates them. Christopher Lee's voice has had a very profound effect on me from the first moment I heard, at the tender age of six, they have destroyed my servant; they shall be destroyed. For all the stuff I talk about above, this is the biggie. Men with deep, commanding voices are my kryptonite, and Sir Lee is their king.

So yeah. In terms of genuine admiration that comes from judgment in my brain, Price probably just beats Cushing but they are both up there. In terms of instinctive reaction that I have no control over whatsoever? Yet to meet a man that can do with his entire soul and being what Christopher Lee can do with a single whispered syllable*****.

Here is Sir Lee talking about his two best mates. Enjoy:

I shall certainly be raising a glass to the three of them later.

* or at least the ones that I obsessively recorded on our Video2000 video recorder that they showed late night on the BBC.
** seriously, even as a tramp in fingerless gloves for Doctor Terror's House of Horrors the man radiates style.
*** yes, this almost certainly does mean what you think it means.
**** if you ever have an afternoon to spare and feel like one of those feel-good books that makes you laugh and cry in equal measure, I fully recommend The Book of Joe by Vincent Price, by the way.
***** although I can think of a couple who come close. You know who you are.
miss_s_b: (Mood: Bugger)
I am now 36. For various reasons a number of things that have been percolating for a long time all decided to come to fruition at once yesterday, PLUS lots of new and exciting problems all decided to crop up at once too. In terms of personal, political, and mental health issues it was Not A Good Day to put things very mildly indeed. Most of the things that went wrong were at least partly my fault* and as is usual when I'm having a bad brain day this all got magnified in my head till I was fully convinced that I was the worst piece of human scum to have ever walked the earth.

And then I snapped, and went to the pub.

I sat there in the pub feeling like the worst lump of morally bankrupt detritus on the planet, and consumed with self-loathing. I felt like all I had in the world was the glass of beer in front of me and huge amounts of chest pain**. And then I finished the beer. And it was oddly liberating. All the various things that I fret about all the time had either blown up spectacularly in my face or gone away; but whichever category they were in I suddenly realised that meant I didn't have to worry about them any more.

What does one do when one is suddenly freed from all one's worries? Well, I'll tell you what I did. I ordered a large brandy and tried to recruit the barmaid and her friend to the Lib Dems. And I think that tells you more about what is essential to my being than pretty much anything else I have posted on this blog ever.

*with the honourable exception of First Busses stranding [personal profile] magister in Leeds, which meant he had to get a train to Huddersfield and then a taxi from Huddersfield home...
**which is OBVIOUSLY not true, I am in fact incredibly lucky, but when I get into a boo, I don't go halves.
miss_s_b: (Mood: Grateful)
I'd like to thank all those of you who have commented/tweeted/emailed/phoned/texted to wish me a happy birthday.

So thanks to (in no particular order, and hopefully not missing anyone):

[personal profile] magister, [personal profile] matgb, [personal profile] evilawyer, [personal profile] po8crg, [personal profile] el_staplador, [personal profile] malmo58, [personal profile] sir_guinglain, [personal profile] purplecthulhu, [personal profile] gominokouhai, [profile] dave_godfrey, [personal profile] sfred, my mum, my dad, my brothers, my daughter, my ex, Helen Duffett, Nissemus, Andy Emmerson, Aremay, Stephen Tall, Dave Page, CJJC, ACMcG, MrsREJC, pickwick, eruvadhril, Abi__Normal, WGP_Josh, TeaKayB, Holly and Andrew (or possibly Andrew and Holly), ZooRockGirl, and possibly some other people who I can't find by scrolling back through twitter replies and blog comments. Somehow I find it comforting that over half of those people are folks whom I know by a pseud, even those whom I have met and spent time with in meatspace.

Anyway, you're all lovely and I am a very lucky old trout indeed.

*snuggles you all*

My birthday has been a somewhat LotR-filled day, having watched (and live-tweeted through) the 1978 animated film and had both Mat and James playing Lego LotR on the Playstation while I do stuff on the computer. I haven't got dressed all day, and it's been lovely and relaxing. And best of all, after some wrangling with T-mobile on the phone earlier, my new phone will be coming soon (although given the time of year, postage, etc, not soon enough).

This year has been a bit odd, and seen a total change of career, but I have certainly ended it pretty happy. I have a decent job with great colleagues, a nice house, and lots of family and friends I love and who love me. I could do with more time and more money, but both are better than they were this time last year. All in all, I am feeling very contented as I sit here with my G&T typing this.

3 Birthdays.

Monday, September 5th, 2011 12:07 am
miss_s_b: (Mood: Drama queen)
And I'm on the cusp of them. Yesterday, the 4th, is my brother [profile] angeliiii's birthday. Jon was a huge part of my chilhood, even though he's a lot older than me and moved away when I was younger than Holly is now, and I still miss him. Although, you know, him living in Brum is proving kind of useful in a couple of weeks' time...

Today, the fifth, is (pretty famously) Freddie Mercury's birthday. I had a whole post in my head about that, but none of it seems to make sense when I go to type it. Freddie was a pretty big part of my childhood too, and it's a weird thing that his birthday is the day after my brother's.

It's even weirder that it's the same day as [personal profile] matgb's. Neither Mat nor I are any good at birthdays - either our own or other people's - and this weekend has been a bit freaky for all sorts of reasons so neither of us is really feeling very celebratory right at the moment. Still, he is my Mat and I love him, so I wish him happy birthday, and hope that this year is more settled and secure than last. It's showing signs that it might be.
miss_s_b: (Default)
Poll #5452 Moffat's "sexism"
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 34

Christmas Doctor Who had an actual woman in a refrigerator because....

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Moffat really is that clueless about sexist scifi tropes
19 (55.9%)

Moffat thought "well if they're going to accuse me of being sexist..."
15 (44.1%)

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miss_s_b: Peter Falk as Columbo saying "just one more thing" (Mood: And another thing)
Mainly because I am rubbish at birthdays; both my own and other people's. However, I am going to bend that rule today to wish a very happy birthday to [personal profile] djm4, who is one of the most thoughtful, most considerate people I know. He's someone I wish I could be more like, a lot of the time.

Have a great day, David.

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Thursday, January 31st, 2008 12:34 am
miss_s_b: (Default)
It are Sarah ex-lodger's birthday
We went for a curry and then we went to The Parish
Much alkyhol was consumed
We are now in bed wathing KLife on Mars.
Ican has snuggles with msiter Mat,


Tuesday, January 16th, 2007 11:53 am
miss_s_b: (Fangirling: Sam West)
Happy Buffday to [livejournal.com profile] gilesgurl and the lovely James May.

I think I bit my tongue in my sleep. It has all painful lacerations on it. Woe. Could be something to do with the dreams I had last night.

Honestly, what do people expect when they tell me this?
"...Samuel West follows his parents, Timothy West and Prunella Scales, in appearing in Midsommer Murders. He plays Jeremy Thacker, a virgin in his 30s."
Cue lots of deflowering dreams.

* eyebrow waggle *

In other news, Shrubby has been watching Peppa Pig this morning and is now insisting on calling me "mummy pig"...

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