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Casanova tonight broke my heart. I wept, then I was a bit icked with Casanova's son, and I wept. Then I wept some more. As the credits rolled over a beautiful moonlit Venetian scene, I was caught up in the beauty and the sadness of Casanova's life.
And it was right about there that Phil bloody Mitchell spewed forth a dire litany of threats for a promo for EastEnders.
And lo, my heart was filled with RAGE.
Not even Chrissie's perm could induce the vendetta for that bloody programme I have now.
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Date: 2005-04-18 09:28 pm (UTC)Pige, I nearly died when Casanova and Grimani were squaring off: "You so want to kiss me."
>:) Am in such a slashy/writey mood now. Watch this space!
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Date: 2005-04-18 09:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-18 10:06 pm (UTC)Oh, all right. I'll write you into it.
Now, is this before or after the coathanger session with the hotelier?
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Date: 2005-04-18 10:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-19 12:12 am (UTC)Yay!
...are you done yet? I want my slash!