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A BIG YES to your Malcolm and Julius fic! I would love to read it. You've made my day.
Hi Anon (and everyone else)
Please excuse my radio silence re: the Malcolm and Julius fic. It finally occurred to me that you all probably can’t actually read my mind so you can’t know I have in fact been diligently working away on the thing with the fervent hope that I can post at least the first chapter very very soon.
I apologize because I neglected to mention/warn when I responded to the fic request that I am The World’s Slowest Writer so even though I already have 70 pages written (double-spaced, but still that’s impressive, right?) it still takes me forever to do the editing and researching – if that’s the right word – for the things that I’d not previously worked out like, for example, the layout of the original DoSa building and where it was actually supposed to be located in Thickoverse Westminster* which forced me (oh the horror!) to rewatch the first five episodes…a few times over and over again.
And then since the story takes place immediately after The Specials, I’ve obviously had to rewatch them and the Opposition Extra a bunch of times too to re-immerse myself in the world of January 2007 and the week with three Wednesdays, to say nothing of Ollie’s amazing time travel cheese adventures that end up causing Darling Julius so such distress in the Richmond Terrace conference room.
*And the original DoSa building? Well, one minor clue is here:
The time it takes Malcolm in 103 to get from his office to Hugh in the fishbowl is comedy time (less than a minute) that doesn’t make real sense, but then also in 103 you see people driving to Number 10 (and Glenn thinks it will take Robyn about ten minutes to get there on foot in 105 and no I haven’t thought about this waaaaaaay too much), but the direction he’s running at least tells you that wherever the original DoSa building was supposed to be, it was – if I’ve got my orientation right – south of Downing Street and that by itself is useful for my purposes.
So anyway, the tl;dr version is I AM working on the fic and I AM determined to start posting it before the end of the month if you will please continue to bear with me and my ridiculous slowness. Thank you for your patience!
I’ll close out this fortnight of almost-entirely-Malcolm-posts with my yearly tribute to the original Malcolm running. Obviously, the best part is the, you know, running, but the *other* best part is how Glenn doesn’t even look up from his computer when Malcolm flies past him. Malcolm’s entry at considerable speed must happen ALL the time at DoSA.
And I know I’ve quoted this before from the 103 commentary, but it always bears repeating:
Adam Tandy: We made him run down-- Chris Addison: That’s the funniest thing ever. Adam Tandy: --Whitehall twice. Chris Addison: All the clever satire aside, there is NOTHING funnier than Capaldi running. Adam Tandy: He really, really gave it everything he had. It was the last thing we shot and I don't think we could have shot anything else that day.
Yes, Malcolm definitely NEVER had a sexed up a dossier with that man.
Which -- despite the evidence of our own eyes of him totally doing that exact thing -- we know must be true because Malcolm's dossier is in a BLUE folder and obviously that makes all the information contained in it completely not a war crime accurate.
And because I can’t miss any opportunity to use this gif,
I should say the red faced shouty man on the right SWEARS Chilcot 100% exonerates him re: the Real Life sexed up dossier, but if it’s a choice between AIastair’s version of reality and Armando’s, I’ll choose Armando’s every time.
(330): It took all the strength I had to sit at my desk and not tear off my business attire and run screaming from adulthood and fluorescent lights.