Boo. RIP, John Inman. Sadly, Are You Being Served? was largely toe-curling pish, but I remember being very fond of Mr Humphries in that inexplicable childlike way where you have no idea what it is about someone that is 'different', but find it appealing all the same. I seem to recall my parents once asking me who my favourite person on telly was, and me replying 'Larry Grayson' to universal bewilderment. Small
uktechgirl was a big fan of camp, apparently.
Yay! Wishfulaces wrote Hexfic. Ace/Hex fic, in the canonesque sense. Read it or I will bite you on the nosey. (More to the point, read it because it will reduce you to a pathetic flaily thing at the sheer adorableness of Scouse nurses. Or possibly that was just me, but you never know. Honestly, it is the fic equivalent of a hug and a cup of tea.)
Hmm... Speaking of adorable Scouse nurses, I've been pondering Hex's Dad. In Dreamtime I'm fairly sure Hex says his Dad took an unwilling little Hex hunting, which sounds fairly nobby: the distant father trying to mould him in the direction of the wealthy side of the family, maybe? Hex says his Gran's house was small, but he apparently went to the kind of school that goes on school trips to Venice: plausible for a state school in 2021, perhaps, but is it more likely that he was packed off by Daddy to somewhere posh? On the flipside, Live 34 seems to suggest his Dad worked down the docks (I think: possibly bollocks, really must listen to it again), which potentially gets in the way of that as a ridiculous theory (unless he was a docker in the sense of 'owning the entire dock' or something). Initially, I assumed Hex's determination to earn a living and get some 'security' for himself was part of that 'good honest grafter' background - but if his Dad was actually loaded, it could be part of the effort to escape his father's influence?
Alternatively, Hex's backstory is being made up at random by different writers who care slightly less about fanwank. Ahem. The obsessional stalking if audio companions is quite, quite normal. Hush now.
Oh dear.
calapine says 'Harry presumably needs a nurse'. Oh, the potential.
Yay! Wishfulaces wrote Hexfic. Ace/Hex fic, in the canonesque sense. Read it or I will bite you on the nosey. (More to the point, read it because it will reduce you to a pathetic flaily thing at the sheer adorableness of Scouse nurses. Or possibly that was just me, but you never know. Honestly, it is the fic equivalent of a hug and a cup of tea.)
Hmm... Speaking of adorable Scouse nurses, I've been pondering Hex's Dad. In Dreamtime I'm fairly sure Hex says his Dad took an unwilling little Hex hunting, which sounds fairly nobby: the distant father trying to mould him in the direction of the wealthy side of the family, maybe? Hex says his Gran's house was small, but he apparently went to the kind of school that goes on school trips to Venice: plausible for a state school in 2021, perhaps, but is it more likely that he was packed off by Daddy to somewhere posh? On the flipside, Live 34 seems to suggest his Dad worked down the docks (I think: possibly bollocks, really must listen to it again), which potentially gets in the way of that as a ridiculous theory (unless he was a docker in the sense of 'owning the entire dock' or something). Initially, I assumed Hex's determination to earn a living and get some 'security' for himself was part of that 'good honest grafter' background - but if his Dad was actually loaded, it could be part of the effort to escape his father's influence?
Alternatively, Hex's backstory is being made up at random by different writers who care slightly less about fanwank. Ahem. The obsessional stalking if audio companions is quite, quite normal. Hush now.
Oh dear.

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Harry...needs...a...oh, the place my brain went was not where it should have gone.
That place your brain went to? Mine went there too. I think I might let it stay. :D
I'm definitely letting that mental place stay. It's pretty.
Hex in nursing mode was very sweet, and alas for John "I'm free!" Humphries.
Is it mad that I remember this? Very possibly. But then, I can remember the trivial and inconsequential because I am very good at forgetting the Big Important Stuff.