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slightly scary

2009-05-31T11:30:56Z

I'm bidding on a tent on ebay!!!!

If I win it, we'll have to camp! Though have to say getting into the whole festival vibe and the more I think abour ithe more I want to be at Litchlake for the last GP at the Stone! The tent is pretty amazing and I have bid the asking price for it so I won't be surprised if I'm seriously out bid on it but if I can get it for 35 quid then it will be a bloody bargin!!!

Other than this life is fine and dandy... work is stressfull but hey whats new? counting down the weeks to Silverstone now and am really ridiculously excited about going (you'd think I'd never been before) and keep thinking about the P and W word. There are some luscious pics of Jensie Baby in this months F1Racing and they are talking about his chances at SS,so couple that with my excitement at actually having the driver I support doing well, it no doubt menas he'll have a shocking race and some numpty like LLPOF will win it (yes Steph and I probably were the only 2 people boo-ing him last year)

Right home to Mum's for lunch, been very good this morning and swam just over 900m. Still don't seem to be getting any thinner though! Think I will have to up the ante - you never know who you'll bump into swhilst you're wandering around... (makes mental note to text Jade and find out if Carl is racing that weekend and if she is going, would be great to meet up, great if he could blag us into the paddock.... sigh... in my dreams)

Day Off

2009-05-06T14:52:07Z

Yay today has been my day off! It's been really lovely and chilled. I took Mum for lunch at The Ffolkes Arms which was really nice, had far to much to eat and now I feel full enough to burst. It was great to go out somewhere different, it could have been nicer weather then we could have sat outside but the meal was really nice.

Only two days to go and then I'm on my hols for a week and I can't wait. Haven't had a full week off since January and I'm really starting to feel it. I've been counting down the days for about 2 weeks now, going to spend my time chilling out and doing nothing.

So now I'm going to sit and do some more of my Jensie fic...

squeak

2009-05-03T18:54:38Z

Posted the opening gambit of my new Jens fic on GF1... quite scared, it's a long time since I've written a Jensie fic....

The novel can sit for a week or so....hehhehehe or for as long as he keeps winning....

LMAO I'm so fickle

Bank Holiday - What Bank Holiday?

2009-05-02T06:22:10Z

Yup at work all weekend! I can't complain too much though as I only have a week to go before I have just over a week off. Still, as the weather is good, I'd much rather be sitting in my back yard with my nose in a book, just relaxing. Work has been quite stressed this week too which hasnt helped really. We've effectively had to do 2 layouts in the space of a week, which hasn't been fun!!!Well 3 if you count the mini layout we did before Easter. RI doesn't really give me too much cause for complaint but this week has been tough and I'm counting down the days til my hols now.

What has been really funny this week is everyone who has visited the shop (ie: security guards, manitenance guys) have all come up to me and gone, leading the championship then... I still think it's hilarious that everyone knows I'm a JB fan and I mean everyone - even regular customers!

There isn't much else to say - Rach is going to try and set me up with this chap she knows who s meant to be quite a catch, though she was quite reluctant. I did say it wasn't her fault that Jamie just couldn't see what a lovely person I was. I was quite impressed at how cool I was about it - the therapy obviously helped!!!!!

Yummy

2009-04-28T19:09:29Z

Been bitten by 2 very big Jenson sized plot bunnies.... damn him!!!

Never going to get the novel written at this rate!!!!!

Ah well these things happen... so the next question is which one do I start first?

Sweet

2009-04-26T16:25:38Z

Against the odds Jensie won!!!

It was a 3 biscuit race which means it was quite stressful. Jens drove beautifully though and I of course worried about nothing. Booked my ticket for Silverstone this afternoon, couldn't resist the temptation, just praying that I can actually have the weekend off now!

Really need to get writing this afternoon but don't really have the energy or the inclination. I did manage to do a wee edit on chapter 1 last night, just altering a few things here and there but need to do the same for chapter 2 and finish chapter 3 only got a couple of paragraphs to finish, then I can send it to be beta-d. Pleased with how it's going though and have managed to write about 15,000-ish words so far, don't think I've ever written that much before. Then I have to get my head round chapter 4, got some good ideas but not really sure how I'm going to execute it. I will get there soon though.

Right I need food, so am going to eat then will edit chapter 1 and finish chapter 3... I will! I must! I won't watch the re-run.... I won't watch the re-run... I won't watch the re-run.... yeah I will watch the re-run!!!!!!!!! That smile is too cute to resist!!

pants again

2009-04-25T22:20:32Z

Still in an aresy pants mood - work has been stresful again today but had wine and Twilight with Donna so a happy-ish bunny. Not too sure about the race tomorrow, Jens doesn't sound too confident which always worries me. He's not one of these drivers who bullshits, so think he may not be on the podium! Wondering if the first two races were a fluke now and worrying.... so want baby boy to do well....

Arsey Pants

2009-04-24T17:58:34Z

I have PMT and been in a really crappy mood all day - so much so that I succumbed to an icecream sorbet this afternoon. So a bit cheesed off with that. I'm also tired which doesn't really help.

Last night I went to the Ladies Circle annual general meeting. Blimey it was long winded!! It didn't help that I didn't have a clue what they were talking about most of the time. Plus this woman from Spalding really wound me up by having a go at Rachael's book keeping abilities! I very nearly said something to her. I very nearly decked her!!! Which wouldn't have been a good idea at my first area meeting. Was really cheesed off at how late it finished too, we sat there at 10:45pm thinking bloody hell when is this going to end. I have to say, I don't think I'll go to another one unless I have a day off the next day! The area handover is whilst I'm on holiday so that will be fine!

Anyway, I'm meant to be going out tomorrow night but don't think I can really afford it. Actually that's a lie, I can sort of afford it but at the moment I'm in such a shitty mood that I don't think I can be arsed! Maybe if I get a good nights sleep tonight I'll be more inclined tomorrow!!!!!

On a completely separate note, how cool is it that free practice is on the red button!!! I'm at work so Steph I'm relying upon you to support Jens on my behalf!!!!!

Oh happy day...

2009-04-22T15:38:38Z

I've spent money I don't have on stuff (particulary clothes)I don't need - I love shopping!

Also managed to get a shard of glass in my foot ealrier so many of my planes for a productive day went awry - mainly due to my inability to put any pressure on the ball of my foot and it's bloody sore. I have a very big plaster on it now, though it didn't actually bleed that much not sure if thats a good thing or not! I really am the most accident prone person I know.

Hope it's better by tomorrow, mainly because I want to wear my sexy wedges with my flares and new top tomorrow night for Ladies Circle, also out sat night with the girls from work and I'm bad enough negotiating the stairs in Chicago's without having a poorly foot to contend with - at least it's the opposite foot to the one Vicki trod on last time we were out (Still got a bit of a bruise two weeks later)

Anyway, now off to Mum's for tea and sympathy!

LLPOF

2009-04-22T09:30:55Z

I have a day off today so as well as doing lots of uninteresting stuff (sorry but I simply cannot view taking crap to the rubbish dump as exciting)I've got lots of time to sit around and write (yay almost finished chapter 3 of novel) I've also laid in bed musing on life the universe and everything. Well I say life the universe and everything, it's mainly been musing about F1.

I have to say most of the time I try not to think about Lewis Hamilton (or Liarliar Pantsonfire as he is now known in my house)but was thinking over the whole lying thing and was trying to work out what it is about him in particular that makes me so teeth clenchingly angry. And came up with this...

Had it have been Michael he would have squared his shoulders and said, without a hint of remorse 'I did whatever I did to win the championship.' We'd all hate him for it but he wouldn't care because he knew the reasons why he did something and believed in his mind that it was the right thing to do, even if the rest of the world didn't see it that way. Alonso I suspect would do much the same thing. Jens would apologise, go 'yeah I know I'm an idiot but remember when it comes to being an idiot I have form' and would then remind everyone of Honda/Williams/Honda and a not so small dent in his personal fortune. Kimi would shrug his shoulders say, 'so what? Ban me' and then go off and snow board for the rest of the season.

The thing with LLPOF is that he doesn't have the balls to stand up as Michael would have done and take the crap that the world will now throw at him. He has (or his father has) this thing where he has to been seen as'the perfect black role model'. He has passed the buck to someone else and made an embarrassing cringey apology that no one believes. If it had been me I think I would have rather stood up and gone, 'yeah I know it was silly but I thought at the time I was doing the right thing, I can see now it wasn't. I apologise to the FIA, to Mclaren and to Jarno and will accept any punishment.' Instead he's going to go in to this hearing and say I did what the team told me to do, which is him trying to say, I want you to forget the quite intelligent articulate young man that you've seen interviewed over the last two seasons and believe that I am an idiot who doesn't have a mind of his own. In all seriousness will the FIA believe that? I wouldn't! And would you really want people to believe that? Rather stand up for what you think was right or admit to the mistake not blame everyone around you..

I'm not sure where I was going with this ramble, there seemed to be a point to it when I started it. So there you go my take on LLPOF, now I really should type up the rest of chapter 3 then get up and take stuff to the dump, pay bills and do other ...stuff, for want of a better word!

hmmm

2009-04-21T21:39:13Z

As I haven't updated in ages feel like I should add somethng more...

Sitting in bed writing... have a very sexy lap top now... though is it usual for them to get so hot? I have been writing a long whie though it has to be said.

What else should I add? Hmmmm

dunno....

Tuesday

2009-04-21T18:11:02Z

Not only have I forgot what password I'm using for Twitter but I've also forgotten what name I'm using!!! If anyone can tell me I'll be most grateful!

See nothing changes I'm as dozy as ever!

Work today was weird, not been focused at all. Got 2 days off now and feel slightly guilty about it, the girls have got the new layout to do and I'm not there to do it! I know I shouldn't feel bad about it as I work just as hard as they do but I feel like I should be there. It's daft really because if I was on holiday I wouldn't give it a second thought. Anyway going to give the house a good blitz and try to get it ready should I decide to put it on the market. Noisy neighbour is still as noisy as hell and I still want out!!

If only I could meet a millionaire racing driver in ...

bmw_babe @ 2009-04-20T19:21:00

2009-04-20T18:25:50Z

Evening

I'd forgotten all about this... so hello everyone, how you all doing?

I'm still fine and dandy and probably in a happier place than I have been in a very long time (think it's pure coincidence that this coincides with Jens having a fast car)work is still good, still busy, still as stressful as it's always been. I still need to lose weight and can proudly say that in the last 4 weeks I've lost half a stone!!! yay me!!!!!

Um don't know really what else to say

my posts were always pants at the best of times.

more fic

2007-09-17T20:07:13Z

haven't done as much recently but am on myhols now should get it finishe din the next few days...

PART TWO

To: Jenna
From: Dan
3.40pm

Text me when u get home
Want 2 know u r home safe
Now in the bath J

To: Dan
From: Jenna
3:44pm

Piss off – ages till we get home
Been day dreaming about a bath
*Stamps feet*
Want bubbles now!!!

To: Jenna
From: Dan
3:50pm

I’d like u in bubbles now
* Looks as innocent as possible *

To: Dan
From: Jenna
3:55pm

Behave!!
U r making me blush

To: Jenna
From: Dan
4:00pm

Not even going to go there
With what u r making me want to do

To: Dan
From: Jenna
6:30pm

Home safe & sound
Bubbles r calling me

To: Jenna
From: Dan
6:35pm

Jenna…
Jenna…
That’s the bubbles btw
Have fun in the bath
If u need any1 2 scrub yr back
I’m yr man!

Late July

Thursday evening
10pm
Phone call from Dan to Jenna
They’ve already been chatting for 20 minutes

Dan: So how’s work
Jenna: bleurgh actually I say that it’s not been too bad really
Dan: busy?
Jenna: god yeah always busy, how bout you?
Dan: rehearsals, why is it always hot when I’m rehearsing anything?
J: I think it’s just one of those things, if you’re in an enclosed space, you know, you feel the heat more. How’s it going, ok?
D: yeah fine, I’m so knackered though
J: were you like this last time?
D: Yeah, but it was a different tired
J: nervous tired
D: yeah I guess so; there was so much apprehension
J: well if you will flash your bits about
D: ha, it wasn’t so much that – I was dreadful once I’d done it once. I was – You want me naked? Okay, Where do you want me?
J: Jeez, wouldn’t have wanted to be behind you in the supermarket
D: now there’s ‘news of the world’ headline if ever I saw it – Daniel
J: Harry Potter
D: Radcliffe strips naked in supermarket
J: For some reason I have this image in my mind of you posing like superman, you know hands on hips – amongst the fruit and veg.
D: shit, I’ve just snorted juice up my nose
J: don’t start me off; I’ll end up with stitch like I did the other Saturday watching you’ve been framed
D: how long were we on the phone?
J: dunno, dreading my phone bill
D: I’ll ring you from now on then
J: don’t be daft
D: I was just offering
J: and the thought is a sweet one but I’m sure I can afford it… though I am going to keep you to that once you get to New York
D: Deal
J: when do you fly out?
D: next week
J: it’s come round so soon
D: Wish I could see you before I go
J: me too – bloody hell wish I could come and see it
D: well you can if you want
J: lets not have this argument again
D: ok but you know you can come over, it’s not a problem, shit I never spend money on anything much so flying you to New York is hardly going to break the bank.
J: I know but…
D: I know, sorry, shit forget I said anything
J: I’ll send you a good luck card – sorry a break a leg card
D: will you write to me?
J: what as in proper letters?
D: yeah, I know we can email but letters seem well…
J: course I’ll write
D: can’t promise I’ll write back
J: if I’m going to put pen to paper you better bloody had or they’ll be hell to pay. And you know me… he who must not be named… he’s got nowt on me!!
D: shit threats already and I’m not even there yet
J: well I’m getting them in whilst you’re still close enough for them to have impact
D: what do they lose power over distance?
J: I think so – anyway you should know you’re the bloody wizard!
D: the boy who posed naked with fruit and veg and lived
J: I think you’ve finally lost it
D: it’s the thought of being away – mum’s been a bit frantic
J: I’m not surprised I would be
D: Dad’s been cool though
J: they’ll be there a lot of the time though won’t they?
D: yeah, you know what they’re like, we’re just coming over for a few days… which will be about 2 weeks… Then three weeks and before I know it they’ll be there for the whole 12 week bloody run
J: are you sold out?
D: don’t think so but we should recoup the cost again, which will be fantastic
J: is Will Kemp going?
D: you have a real thing for him don’t you
J: just a small thing, he was a wonderful swan
D: you’ll give me a complex
J: Ha, yeah right, with all those girls fawning all over you, with their American accents, going ‘Gosh Daniel I just love you’
D: that was so not a New York accent
J: yeah it was a bit mid-west; I’ve got family there so my accent always goes via Missouri
D: I’ll miss you
J: Don’t be daft, you won’t have time plus they’ll be all those girls…
D: but they won’t be you
J: bless that’s sweet
D: mean it
J: I know
D: you’ll have to get drunk one night and ring me singing Henrietta
J: I can do that
D: and we’ll see each other when I get back
J: yeah
D: 12 weeks will go by in no time
J: you never know you might get my good luck card by the time you close
D: good old royal mail
J: you know it’s gone 11 I really should get some sleep
D: me to, I’m called tomorrow at 10
J: I love how you part timers do half a day
D: yeah, yeah, yeah …um, Jenna?
J: Yeah?
D: you know that night… I would have kissed you you know that don’t you
J: I know that
D: just wanted to be certain. We’ve never mentioned it and with me going away I wanted to say well, something. It wasn’t that I didn’t want
J: I knew how much you wanted, you know I could feel… tell… you know
D: Good
J: and I would have kissed you… if you only knew how much I wanted…
D: I know
J: you won’t fall head over heels for some 6ft tall Amazonian blonde whilst you’re there will you?
D: I won’t
J: 12 weeks seems forever
D: it does – I’m just going to have to learn patience
J: me too
D: I’ll ring you again before I go
J: that’d be fab
D: Night Jen
J: night Dan
D: Sweet dreams
J: Sweet dreams

To: d.rad@hotmail.com
From: jen_k@aol.com
RE: Break a leg

Hey sweet pea

Just a quickie in case you don’t get the card by snail mail… and yes there is proper letter in there. I’m metaphorically poking you with my finger to remind you to write back. Hope you’ve settled in okay. You sounded it the other night… just one thing remember to breathe Dan… blimey you were talking so fast it was like running the 100 metres just listening to you. Luck to the rest of the company too

Love ya

Jenna
X

Dear Dan,

I hope you get this letter before you open, you never can tell with Royal Mail. I think the posties are on strike again so I’ve got everything crossed that you get it. How’s New York? You sounded really excited to be there when I spoke to you. Are you going to all the touristy stuff or have you done that already? I keep forgetting that you are officially an international jetsetter and had been to lots of exotic places before you hit puberty. Well if you get the opportunity, go to the statue of liberty and sing New York, New York for me – actually I’ve heard you sing, maybe that’s not such a good idea… ha ha! They’ll rescind your work permit… oh actually go on sing you know you want to – then you could come home and be a tea boy for me! See I’d give you a job, how good am I?

Work is going well mega busy, it’s that time of year though, spent all last week doing fittings for various people and spent all Friday night and Saturday doing alterations for one woman who’d lost so much weight that her dress was about 3 sizes too big for her! That may be a slight exaggeration but not by much…

Dear Jenna,

I got your letter and the beautiful card. Did you make it? It’s amazing (you’re so talented, I can’t draw for toffee) and now has pride of place in my dressing room. Realised the other day that I don’t have a photo of you, not even one on my phone from Glastonbury. Will you send me one? I’ve got the rest of the family stuck around the mirror and it’s odd not having a photograph of you. Mum and Dad are still here, as I predicted, I think they believe I’ll run riot if they aren’t here to keep an eye out… as if? I’ve settled in really well, New York is such vibrant city you’d love it. I wish I could persuade you to come over, even if it was just for a weekend. I have a feeling I’m moving into the realms of begging now so I’ll change the subject, I know this is the busiest time of year for you and your business is everything to you.

Have you had any more drastically dieting brides? I never asked you how you got into making gowns and dresses (casts a quizzical eyebrow in your direction in the hope that you’ll tell me.) I love the name… Elvish if I’m not mistaken (traitor!) Gryffindor Gowns now that works… Talking of Harry (well, I was sort of) how would you like to come to the premiere of Half Blood Prince…

Message on Dan’s mobile…

“give us a kiss and maybe we can go out
it’s hard to miss you when you follow us about
buy us some shoes and maybe take us for cola
we’ll get you there in some filthy big gondola

And it’s clean out the bank and a bump off your daddy
You can come live with us amongst the has beens and the addicts
These are crazy times down at Costello music
You can answer the phone and stuff
Anyway you choose it, come on, oh come on, oh come on

Wa wa wa waaaaaaaa…
Woo hoo hoo hoo

I don’t know the next bit

Dum di dum di dum

Clean out the bank and bump off your daddy

Shit I need a wee

Gotta go love you Danny

Love you

Love you long time”

To: jen_k@aol.com
From: d.rad@hotmail.com
RE: Henrietta

Hi Jen

What the fuck was that? How pissed were you and Katy? It was on my phone at the end of Saturday night’s performance, I laughed like a drain (btw, how does a drain laugh? I’ve never really known) – think everyone thought I’d lost it, was giggling hysterically for about 10 mins. Played it to everyone – Will thinks you sound barmy. Thanks for the photo, printed it off and you’re now on my mirror.

Oh and yes I’m sure about the premiere

Love

Dan

PS. If you ever call me Danny again I am going to have to kill you
xx

To: d.rad@hotmail.com
From: jen_ k@aol.com
RE: Henrietta

Dearest Danny

How could you play that to Will Kemp? He’ll think I’m some sort of weird pisshead.
Oh and yes I do know he’s married (damn him) … hee hee hee …only teasing. Been watching you on You Tube – and with reference to Conan interview – not everyone thought Artic Monkeys were the best thing at Glastonbury. Some of us thought Scissor Sisters rocked the most and as a woman I think you should know - I’m always right

Love

Jen
X

Ps. In reference to laughing drains… maybe it’s a sort of gurgling noise… bit like cats drilling

To jen_k@aol.com
From: d.rad@hotmail.com
Re: Conan

Dearest Jenny Wenny

You are wrong on so many levels. How can you think that Scissor Sisters were the best?
*sticking my tongue out at you *

Thanks for the text - roll on November and HBP premiere

Gotta go on in about 10 mins and not prepared at all

Love you

Dan
X

Ps. Re: drainage – I get what you mean… and as for cats - they drill for oil, they drill for gold, they drill for the sheer love of drilling…

To: d.rad@hotmail.com
From: jen_k@aol.com
Re: Premiere

Dearest Dannikins

Is it posh? Do I have to dress up? Or can I just buy something from Top Shop? Forget I asked, just looked at OOTP pictures – everyone is dressed to the nines – you look cute btw. Think I’ve got something that will do.

Can’t believe you’ll be home in a couple of weeks… hope you don’t think I’m a sad muppet for looking forward to that (am I being presumptuous?)

Love you

Jen
X

To: jen_k@aol.com
From: d.rad@hotmail.com
RE: premiere

Dearest (Shit can’t think of anything ridiculous to call you) Jenna

Damn (now feel that I’ve let all men down – hangs head in shame)

You aren’t being presumptuous at all, can’t wait to see you and what you’re wearing…is it one of your designs?

And what do you mean cute?

Love you

Dan
X

To: d.rad@hotmail.com
From: jen_k@aol.com
Re: premiere

Dear Dan

It was lovely to talk to you the other night, seems like forever since we had a proper natter.

Yeah it is one of my designs it’s nothing that special – it’s green with some gold bits. It’s hard to describe, hope its okay, everyone will be in designer stuff. By cute I meant well, um, cute – very dapper, you wear a suit very well. I think it was the fringe… the fringe made you look cute… it’s not meant as an insult

Think I’m digging a hole here, as I’m not explaining myself in a good way

I’ll text you in a couple of days before you fly home

Love to your mum and dad

Love you

Jenna
X

To: jen_k@aol.com
From: d.rad@hotmail.com
RE: home… woo hoo

Dear Jenna

Didn’t take it as an insult at all (makes mental note NOT to have fringe next time you see me –there’s lots of things I want you to see me as, cute, however isn’t one of them!!)

The last night was amazing got v emotional – again!

Can’t wait to get home, can’t wait for two weeks to go by so I can see you. Wish it could be sooner, but HP will take up so much of my time. Think these will be the longest 2 weeks of my life

Love you

Dan
X

more dan fan fic

2007-08-29T19:39:21Z

.... blimey i'm doing well with this...

there's more

oh this bit contains a little bit of naughty stuff... not much judt a little... o be going on with...

Death by chocolate…

Dan watched Jenna scoop some more chocolate out of the tub and slowly suck it off the end of her finger. It was bad enough sitting in such close proximity to her, her perfume seemed to get everywhere, for most of the day it was all he’d been able to smell. It was difficult being squeezed up against her whilst they had been watching bands but this was the closest thing to torture he had ever experienced. There was something so innocent and yet so erotic in the way that she dipped her finger into the chocolate, whipped it round to get a big dollop. First she would use her first finger then the middle, putting each one into her mouth in turn and then slowly sucking the chocolate off. He could tell form the shape of her mouth that every time she did it her tongue would swirl around the tip, licking off every last drop. He was now in such a state of arousal that it would cause him much embarrassment if he were forced to stand. Also to make things worse Jenna had seen him watching, had seen him blush and he was convinced she knew just what was going on within his jeans.

“Do you think you could eat that any more provocatively?” He asked trying to force some humour into his voice.

“Me?” Jenna asked, trying to look innocent, though Dan was pleased to note that her cheeks blushed a deep dark pink.

“Yes, you.”

“This isn’t provocative,” she paused, seemingly assessing him, “this is provocative…” she reached out and took his hand, dipped his index finger into the chocolate then sucked his finger into her mouth, her soft lips encircling it, taking it deep into her mouth. He thought he would explode as her tongue gently caressed his finger, circling from the base of his finger to the tip. She grinned once more as it popped out of her mouth, her expression as innocent as she could make it after such an overtly sexual act.

“That was…” he struggled to find the word, “evil.”

“Oh yeah, Lord Voldemort’s got nothing on me.”

Silence is golden…

Jenna’s phone beeped and she fished into her sleeping bag to retrieve it.

From: Dan
02:00am

We never went to the silent disco… :-(

To: Dan
02:03am

:-( Gutted I 4got

From: Dan
02:06

Meet me outside I’ve got my ipod

Jenna dipped outside the tent; Dan was already outside his waiting for her his ipod in hand.

“I’ll just get dressed Dan, I won’t be a moment.”

“No, look we don’t have to go back,” he waved his ipod at her, “we can have an ear each, let’s do it here. That’s if you’ll dance with me.” He held out his hand to her.

“Sure.” She hesitated before stepping closer to him. He looked much the same as he did the first morning she had met him, he was wearing the same jeans, slung so low they looked like they could almost slide from his slim hips at any moment. His pale muscular chest had a silvery glow in the darkness though she didn’t dare let her eyes travel downwards to the dark hair that ran down the centre of his torso.

She took the proffered earpiece and as she stepped into the circle of his arms, she heard Scissors Sisters ‘ land of a thousand words’ fill her head. She rested her hands on his shoulders but it was impossible not to move closer to him as the song went on and they danced oh so slowly. Her finger’s seemed to take on a life of their own and without realising she was doing it, they slowly raked through the short hair at the nape of his neck. The temptation was to lay a line of kisses along his shoulders and with Dan’s thumb caressing the small of her back that thought was just growing stronger and stronger as a fierce desire grew. Her hand smoothed the skin of his shoulder hoping that this would stop her from wanting to kiss it but all this did was make her want to touch more of him and she let her hand slip down his chest and around his waist. Her fingers traced each muscle, her memory storing away every sensation so she could recall it at some later date. His hands tightened around her waist pulling her closer, they were no longer dancing just swaying together, their bodies moulding together. Jenna could feel his rapidly increased breathing and knew that he was struggling to contain the lust he felt. And he did feel lust, as he had moved her closer there was no disguising the hardness pressed against her. She let out an involuntary whimper as his hips arched against her, then gently he pulled back from her.

“If I kiss you…” he paused catching his breath, stuttering slightly as he continued, “it… it… won’t end there, you know that, don’t you?”

Jenna nodded, it was hard to look at him, and his eyes were so hypnotic, so dark, so full of desire that there was only the darkest rim of blue. There was something else in his eyes though and she braced herself for she suspected would come next.

“I… I… can’t.” his thumb stroked along her bottom lip, “no matter how much I want…”

“I know.” Jenna whispered, wanting to scream, shout and cry with disappointment and desire, yet at the same time she knew how much it cost Dan to say this, she knew that he would want to scream and cry just the same. As she acknowledged what he was trying so say, she also knew that this was the right thing –how would they be able to take this further in a tent with other people and if not the tent then where would they go, the situation was impossible.

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be…” Jenna traced delicate fingers over his face, then let her hands slip down to his hips. With great effort they both stepped away from each other. “I guess we should say goodnight.”

Dan nodded.

“Night Dan.”

“Night,” Dan took another step away from her, “and thank you, for dancing with me. It’s been a perfect end to a perfect weekend.” He smiled.

“It was my pleasure.”

Dan fan fic

2007-08-28T19:21:40Z

ok here's more of my fan fic... if anyone is still reading... if anyone ever read... who knows?????

dunno if anyone is enjoying reading... I'm enjoying writing...

I could stay like this forever…

Dan looked at his watch, and then looked over at the girl lying next to him curled in her sleeping bag, her eyes closed, her breathing deep and steady. They had lain here in her tent for the best part of an hour and now she had finally drifted into sleep. He contemplated going across to his tent and getting his own sleeping bag but two things stopped him, a) he would have to put his boots back on and b) he had told Jenna that he wouldn’t leave her. So he stayed, liking the feeling that he was a man of his word. It was more of a comfort thing, wanting his sleeping bag, than a cold thing, for the July night was mild if slightly humid. It had been a glorious day, the sun had shone, and the music had been fantastic and the company better. Jenna hadn’t had to wake him for his bacon sandwich in the morning for he had been awake before she was. She had found him that morning sitting in the space between their two tents, his head tipped to the sky soaking up the sunshine and from there on the day for Dan had just got better. The promised sandwiches had been delicious, not just for him but for his friends too, they’d then walked to the Pyramid stage as a group watching the first gig of the day together and then vowing to meet up later.

The only downside to the day was that he was pretty certain he had been papped with Jenna watching Scissor Sisters. Jenna had been determined to get to the front, this had been the gig she had been waiting for all weekend, they were the main act on the Saturday night and she wanted to be as near to the front as she could get. Dan supposed that he could have used his influence to get them into the VIP area but for him that wasn’t the purpose of the weekend. He wasn’t there as a VIP he was there as an ordinary punter, watching just the same as everyone else, luckily Jenna had agreed for when he’d suggested it she’d wrinkled her nose, grabbed his hand and they’d squeezed and elbowed their way to the front of the crowd. With a England cricket cap pulled low on his head, three day old stubble and a dirty jacket on, he looked as far removed from Harry as he was going to get and no one had recognised him as Jenna held his hand pulling him through the waves of people. He had to grudgingly admit that Scissor Sisters were pretty fantastic, it wasn’t the sort of thing he’d usually listen to but bouncing along with the audience, singing to every song and being squeezed up against Jenna the entire set had made the whole thing incredibly enjoyable.

They had ended up back at the tent together after Will, Josh and the rest of the girls had decided they wanted to go to one of the dance tents. Dan could tell that Jenna was exhausted all the energy seemed to have seeped out of her, as they’d wound their way to their friends once the set had finished. After much protesting on Jenna’s part he’d finally persuaded her to let him walk her back.

“Now I’m here you don’t have to stop.” She said.

“Well if you want me to…”

“No, it’s not that I want you to go, just don’t want you to …”

“I’m not missing out…”

“If you’re…”

“I’m sure.”

So they’d boiled the kettle, had a cup of tea and talked… and talked …and talked some more. They covered music and the best bits of the day before Jenna wriggled into her sleeping bag they then went onto films. Dan propped his chin up on an elbow and looked at her peaceful face.

“Why don’t you go get your sleeping bag?” she murmured a dreamy smile drifting across her face.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Nearly.” Her eyes slowly reopened.

“Sure you don’t mind?”

“Nah, I’ll even lend you a pillow.”

“Blimey, you have pillows?”

“Typical man, no food, no air bed, no pillows – did you bring anything with you?”

“Clean socks!” Dan said with a quick grin, Jenna sniggered, “be back in a minute.”

He sprinted to his tent and rummaged for his screwed up sleeping bag, yanked it through the half open tent flap and legged it back to her tent. He wriggled out of his jeans and into his sleeping bag before settling on the airbed next to her.

“Have a pillow.” Jenna pulled one from under her head and then plumped the remaining one to get more comfortable.

“Thank you.”

Dan shuffled around and buried his head into the pillow, inhaling her perfume that lingered there. He could feel his own eyes getting heavier and heavier when a soft voice drifted across to him.

“Thank you for staying with me.”

“No problem, I would never have left you.” He smiled opening his eyes.

“I know you wouldn’t.” She smiled back then closed her eyes, there was a long pause and then the softest whisper, “you’re wonderful company.”

“So are you… sweet dreams…”

The best night’s sleep in a tent…

‘Sweet dreams…’ he’d whispered, Jenna wearily opened her heavy eyes for one last look before sleep took her. I will have after seeing this, she thought, sweeping her eyes over his face – the long dark lashes brushing his cheeks, the delicately shaded cheeks, the long sweep of his neck and his dark hair ruffled and messy having spent all day under a cap. Jenna opened her eyes half expecting the previous night to have been a dream but there lying next to her was Dan, his sleeping bag twisted and tangled around his legs, only the top of his head visible. She half sat up; Katy was asleep in the middle section of the tent, Josh on the floor minus sleeping bag beside her. It seemed that only Will had made it back to the other tent. Dan stirred beside her and she quickly lay down and half closed her eyes again, not wanting to be caught staring at him. Dan however didn’t open his eyes and now more of his face was visible. There was still something quite childlike about his face in repose even though he had a dark shadow of stubble on his chin. She still couldn’t quite believe that he was lying next to her, and wondered if the thought had occurred to him that he should go back to his own tent during the night. Even if it had, he was still here and that made her want to beam, she’d had such a great evening with him, the only down side to waking next to him was that today was Sunday, that last day of the festival, the last chance that she would get to spend time with Dan. It was then it hit her – she didn’t want to say goodbye tomorrow and never see him again. How could she stay in touch with him? Would he want to stay in touch? It seemed a crazy thought, they lived such different lives that it was almost incomprehensible that he would want to be her friend.

His eyes slowly opened.

“Good morning.” Dan spoke softly, his usual light tenor, deeper and huskier after a nights sleep.

“Hi,” Jenna smiled and blushed, “sleep okay?” she asked trying not to think about just how sexy he sounded.

“Yeah best night I’ve had since I got here,” He rolled onto his side to look at her and gave a cheeky smile, “just think by this time next week you’ll have been able to sell your story to the News of the World – my night in a tent with Harry Potter.”

Jenna snorted, “Yeah I’m going to make millions with ‘well, he doesn’t snore’ aren’t I? Besides where would the fun in that be? The best bit is being able to say that you’re my friend.”

“We’ll have to swap numbers, my phone is in my jeans pocket, we’ll do it later.” He sighed contentedly, “You know I could sleep for England.” He snuggled down into the sleeping bag again and closed his eyes.

The Boy who lived and the Timelord…

“Have you been here all weekend?”

“Yeah can you believe it? I’m actually camping!” Dan grinned up at the man that in his working life was named Barty Crouch Jr; to the majority of the world though he was the Doctor, to Dan he was lucky enough to be David.

“Ah, a little camp never hurt anyone. Talking of which did you see Scissor Sisters yesterday?”

“Yeah, managed to get to the front, they were fantastic, not my usual thing but got dragged there and loved them. Got dragged to Bjorn Again this afternoon too, I’m still trying to live down knowing all the words to Mamma Mia. Although I think I’ve balanced it out by singing to all of the Foo Fighters.”

“I think Bjorn Again were the most fun, how they get away with doing the Artic Monkeys in the middle of a set I’ll never know.” David grinned continuously obviously having loved his day.

“Jenna says, she thinks they’ll return the favour and do some random Abba track at their next gig.”

“Oh yeah, so who is Jenna?” He asked dark eyes twinkling mischievously.

Dan blushed, “oh just this girl from the tent next to ours, we’ve watched some of the gigs with her and her mates this weekend.” He tried to sound as light hearted about it, but he suspected that David had already caught on that he liked her. “Josh fancies one of them. They’ve gone to get um, dippy stuff. I’ve got no idea what dippy stuff is to be honest but I just said cool...” He waved in the direction they had gone off in and was surprised to see Jenna already walking back with pots in her hands.

“Ah so this is dippy stuff?” David looked enquiringly at the pots of what Dan could now see was melted chocolate.

“Chocolate and strawberries, how cool is this?” she handed a pot to Dan and then promptly did a double take as she registered the man that he was talking to.

“Jenna this is David Tennant.” His heart sank as he saw her cheeks colour, her eyes widen and a deep blush appear on her cheeks – was there no woman that didn’t automatically swoon as soon as they met him?

“Hi, would you like a strawberry?” She said by way of an introduction.

“No, no, you and Dan eat them, I’ve polished off far too much today as it is. Anyway Dan, I best get back,” he waved in a general direction, “it’s been lovely to see you, we’ll have to catch up again soon. I’ll try and blag a ticket to the Half Blood Prince premiere, I’ll buy you a pint at the party and you can tell me all about your weekend then. Jenna, lovely meeting you, maybe we’ll meet again soon too.” He grinned and winked at Dan, which provoked another deep blush from him.

“Yeah we’ll catch up then.”

“Nice meeting you.” Jenna said with a smile.

Dan watched him walk off, and then watched Jenna watching him.

“Oh my god,” She finally blurted out, “that was David Tennant!”

“It was.”

“Bloody hell. I mean shit, wow. Fancy me saying to him do you want a strawberry? I must have this weird thing with food, I asked you if you wanted a bacon sarnie.” There was pause and then she spluttered, oh my god again, and then started giggling. “Sorry Dan, I’m not like you I don’t meet famous people every day. You should have seen me when I got in the tent after meeting you.”

“What did you do?” He asked curiously, part of him hoping that she’d been similarly overwhelmed.

“Well, I danced round the tent like a lunatic for a few minutes, mouthing ‘I met Daniel Radcliffe, I met Daniel Radcliffe’ before collapsing into my sleeping bag grinning like the joker. I am so cool, don’t you think?”

“Exceptionally cool. Slightly weird but cool all the same.” He grinned relieved, “Now give me some of this dippy stuff…”

Dan fan fic part2

2007-08-24T20:46:01Z

There's more....

The way to a man’s heart is though his stomach, especially at a festival when they haven’t thought to bring any food other than biscuits…

‘Do you want bacon sarnies?’ okay it wasn’t much of a chat up line but for the first time Dan had turned and looked right at her, consequently she’d been momentarily flustered by the deep azure blue of his eyes and the long dark eyelashes that framed them so beautifully.

“Excellent. Well I’ll see you later, hopefully.”

“Yeah.” He grinned.

Jenna unzipped her tent, then turned and looked over her shoulder, “It was lovely meeting you Dan.” She said trying out his name for the first time. He grinned once more and waved.

“See you later.”

Jenna stood inside the tent and silently mouthed ‘oh my god ‘ several times as the shock hit her again. That man, (for he definitely didn’t look like a boy) out there was Daniel Radcliffe, Harry bloody Potter himself! She giggled and then clapped her hand over her mouth so as not to wake her friends. The temptation to shake them all awake and yell ‘I’ve just met Dan Radcliffe coming out of the loo’ was almost overwhelming, there was however a small part of her that wanted to keep that meeting just to herself. So after dancing round the tent for a minute or two she took a deep breath and after shedding her jacket and wellies, clambered back into her sleeping bag. Once her eyes were closed she reflected on their meeting, savouring every last detail, she was pretty certain that he wouldn’t be around for bacon sandwiches no matter how enthusiastic he sounded and although he was in the tent next to theirs it was by no means certain that they would actually see each other again over the next three days. She sighed inwardly, of all the things she could have said to him, she talked about Joseph and his amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, he was probably laying in his sleeping bag right now thinking what a plank! He really was the most extraordinary gorgeous man, he wasn’t beautiful, in the way that Elijah Wood was, nor pretty in the way of Orlando Bloom, just simply gorgeous. Jenna grinned and that was her just thinking about his face, she wasn’t even going to contemplate the rest of him. She wriggled deeper into her sleeping bag, pulling it up under her chin, why though couldn’t he be ten years older? Oh and not remotely famous because there was no chance on this earth or any other planet, that he was going to be interested in her.

So many bands, so little time…

The problem with Glastonbury, Dan decided, was that there was too much to do, too much to see and so many places that he wanted to be in all at the same time. Oh for a time turner or a Tardis, either he surmised would do the job sufficiently and enable him to get to see all the bands he wanted over the next three days. As it was he was left in a situation where he had to choose and sometimes that was near on impossible. How could one chose for example between Jack Penate and Apples in Stereo? Or The Fratellis or Lily Allen? Did he go and watch half of each set or watch one and if it wasn’t as good as thought it would crack up to be, leave and go watch the other? Or pick one and stay there and vow to catch the other at a later date? It was bad enough that he’d slept late and missed the first band of the day, even worse that he’d also missed bacon sandwiches with the lovely Jenna. His stomach grumbled at the mere thought of food. When he’d finally risen that morning he’d looked hopefully towards the large blue tent that sat next to theirs but after watching the zipped up entrance for a few minutes he’d concluded that the girls had already left and headed towards the festivals various stages. His stomach grumbled once more and he realised that before he thought of watching any bands he’d have to get some food. As he wandered over to a food stall he hoped that he hadn’t seen the last of Jenna, although he knew that they could quite easily go for all three days without bumping into each other again. He just had to trust to fate and if it were meant to be they would indeed see each other. Whilst his mind mused on that, his stomach wondered that if he did bump into her again would bacon sandwiches still be on offer?

Clean out the bank and bump off your daddy, you can come live with us among the has beens and the addicts, these are crazy times down at Costello music…

Jenna shrieked with laughter as her and Katy stumbled into a pothole on their way back to the tent, singing The Fratellis ‘Henrietta’ as they walked along. All in all they’d had an amazing day, they’d seen all the bands they wanted to, not eaten too much junk food, and not gotten too drunk.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah fine thanks, oh hi, you missed your bacon sarnie.” Jenna grinned as Dan tucked his hand through her arm and helped her up.

“I know I was devastated. I couldn’t believe how late I slept. I did pop over to your tent but I couldn’t see that you were there. I did think of sticking my nose in but it was quiet so I figured you’d already headed over.”

“I was going to come and knock on your tent when we were cooking but I thought it might be a bit cheeky.” Jenna smiled; all the tense nervousness of their initial meeting seemed to have disappeared after a day of amazing music and a little alcohol.

“You should have done, I can’t believe it but I managed to miss Apples in stereo, gutted.” He shook his head.

“They were amazing that was why we got up, I didn’t want to miss them. Who did you see?”

“Oh Jack Penate – who was absolutely fantastic. The Fratellis…”

“Oh my god best gig of the day,” she interrupted, “I’ve not danced so much in ages. I was so knackered after, I fell asleep and missed most of Lily Allen.” Jenna turned and looked at Katy who was standing looking from one to the other with an open mouth and a look of complete shock. “Oh Kate, this is Dan. Daniel Radcliffe.”

“It’s…”

“If you call him Harry I will kill you.” This won Jenna a snort of repressed laughter from Dan.

“But…”

“Don’t… even… mention it!!” Jenna hissed.

“She’s going to say it, I think you should let her, just the once.” Dan said chewing his bottom lip, his eyes going wider and wider as he tried to stop the giggles that were threatening to tumble out.

“No way.” Jenna sniggered, “besides it’ll be more fun watching her trying not to say it.”

“How?” Katy frowned looking from one to the other again.

“We met outside the loo this morning.” Jenna said as they carried on walking, Dan’s arm still tucked through hers.

“At about twenty five past five, if memory serves me correctly.”

“And I offered him a bacon sandwich.”

“But I overslept.”

“Never mind, maybe tomorrow.”

“Feel free to wake me up.” Jenna caught his cheeky grin and the slight twitch of his eyebrows, was he flirting? And if he were would it be so very wrong to flirt back, after all what was the likelihood of seeing him post Glastonbury?

“I might just do that.”

blimey...another post

2007-08-23T20:39:35Z

okay well here goes... I'm a little rusty on the old writing front I haven't written anything for ages but this has been itching at me for far too long so this is it.... Pervy Dan pic... okay not so pervy as he is over 18 now (let's not go there with how long this has been an itch...)

Title: Random Wellies
Character: Dan/OFC
Rating: naughty in places (if you're under 16 read with your eyes closed)
Disclaimer: Don't sue I have no money, just an overactive imagination
The idea for this came from watching Glastonbury... it's an ideal line up just some of the bands, singers I would love to see there... sorry about the crap title but it was better than it's working title which was Camping!!! This hasn't been beta'd or read by anoyone so all the punctuation and spelling mistakes are mine and mine alone... edited to add this is part 1... there's more....

RANDOM WELLIES

An organised tent…

It hadn’t really taken that long to assemble the tent and arrange their belongings into some semblance of order, in fact Jenna had been pleasantly surprised at just how quickly things had fallen into what seemed to be their natural place. Consequently they had experienced a pleasant evening, with more than one bottle of wine and some excellent food. Katy had supplied most of the camping equipment, having gone to her parents’ house two days previous and raided the shed of everything that looked like it could be remotely useful. Jenna had been placed with supplying the food for Thursday evening and had spent a large proportion of her day off traipsing round Tesco and then preparing pasta that could be consumed both hot and cold, a large salad and enough fruit to open a small grocers of her own. Jenna grinned, between the four girls they had managed to bring enough food to feed most of the people in most of the tents in their field. Thinking of food made her stomach grumble. She wasn’t quite sure why she was hungry, though she was aware of why she had woken so early. The rain had been drumming relentlessly on the tent for the best part of an hour, the heavy splats of large juicy raindrops sounding like an army of ants in hob nailed boots marching out of time. If the rain made her think of rhythmically challenged ants then she was becoming aware that an elephant seemed to have decided to sit on her bladder and a small furry animal had climbed into her mouth and slept there for most of the night. Ah, the joys of Sauvignon Blanc at 5.19am. It was due to the rain that Jenna hadn’t climbed out of her decidedly cosy sleeping bag but thanks to the increasing weight of said elephant on full bladder meant that she really would have to venture to the toilets. They weren’t that far really but in the rain just far enough.

Gingerly she wriggled out of her sleeping bag, trying not to disturb Katy. Do I need to get dressed? She pondered once out of the confines of her sleeping compartment. She unzipped the outer area of tent and peered over the field filled with multi coloured tents, thankfully there was no one around. It was official; she was the only weak bladdered music fan in the Glastonbury area. Still it afforded her with the opportunity to go to the loo without dressing, a jacket and her wellies should do. Slipping her boots on and grabbing the short blue cagoule that was hanging from a peg at the she yanked the hood over her shoulder length dark hair and strode purposefully towards the toilets.

Daniel, you were always going to fall head over heels for some random girl in stripy knickers and wellies…

The tent was really too small for three of them, even though Dan wasn’t as tall or as wide as either of his friends. He was sandwiched between the wall of the tent and Josh who was snoring like a freight train. He spent most of yesterday evening casting longing glances at the six man tent that was parked next to theirs, knowing that these next four nights were likely to be the most uncomfortable he’d ever spent. That the tent was occupied with four equally attractive girls had nothing to do with the longing glances, he repeatedly told himself, it was merely dreaming of a blissful nights sleep without being squashed up against a friend who already smelt as if he’d been sleeping in a tent for the best part of a week. If he said that often enough he’d believe it. Now to top it all it was raining, which was reminding him that he needed the toilet. He blamed his mother for this, when he was little she’d always run the tap just before they left the house, determined that he would relieve himself before going out. The consequence was that now he couldn’t even run the tap to wash the dishes without going to the toilet first. Roughly, he shoved Josh to clamber out of his sleeping bag and pulled on the first pair of jeans he found. The ground he figured wasn’t really that wet and the rain really not that hard so if he ran he could just about get away with just wearing jeans.

“What the…?” came the disgruntled murmur from the far side of the tent as Dan opened the zip to get out.

“I need to piss.”

“It’s 5 in the morning for fucks sake.”

“Regardless of the time I still need to piss.”

“Well don’t do it up the back of the tent, if the sun comes out it’ll stink.”

“Fuck off, some of us were brought up not dragged up, go back to sleep you miserable old git.”

Don’t piss up the back of the tent, the comment still rankled as he, started to walk hurriedly towards the toilet block. It was much colder than he had anticipated and much wetter. Each drop that stung his skin seemed to get colder and his feet were not only cold and wet but were now decidedly muddy. In the grand scheme of things, he mused; this was probably not one of his better plans. He looked up to gauge just how much further there was to walk; to his relief the toilets were looming fairly close. Even better was that walking just in front of him was one of the girls from the tent next door. It was the smaller of the girls, with dark hair, whom, if his memory served him correctly, was called Jenna. He wasn’t sure quite just what it was about her but he was certain that up until that point he had never seen a woman quite as sexy as her. He wasn’t sure what it was, the small stripy knickers that accentuated her small pert rear or the long brown legs encased in flowery wellies, on second thoughts though, he mused, it was probably the ease with which she wore her apparel and the confidence in her walk. He watched her bound up the steps into the ladies and then sprinted the rest of the way to the mens, contemplating as he stood at the urinal whether it was inappropriate to chat someone up as they left the loo.

Oh my god, its Harry Potter…

The relief was, Jenna was almost tempted to say, better than sex, but she knew she realistically that this wasn’t true but it was a great feeling none the less. Now all she needed was a cup of tea and then she could go back to her sleeping bag and sleep until a far more reasonable hour then go and party with the best of them. She peered into the mirror over the sink and rubbed her eyes, more sleep was definitely in order there were dark shadows around her eyes, which though inevitable after a night of broken sleep, were certainly not welcome. As she walked down the steps she yanked up the hood, determined to have good hair for at least one day of the festival and as she did she caught sight of someone coming out from the gents. It took all of her effort not to do a double take and then point and yell ‘Harry Potter’ but some how she did. He smiled at her.

“Hello.”

“Hi,” Jenna felt her cheeks colour bright pink as she squeaked her greeting at him.

“Looks like we’re the only two with weak bladders.”

Jenna grinned and blushed some more, “Thank god there wasn’t a queue.”

“Shit, no, I’d have had to have gone behind a bush or something.”

“That would’ve probably made the front page.” She said, then regretted it as this told him that she had with out a doubt recognised him, it didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest though.

“God yeah, Harry Pisser or something equally as unimaginative.” He grimaced and then held out his hand, “I’m Dan.”

The temptation was to say, ‘I know’, who didn’t recognise him; Daniel Radcliffe had been one of the most recognisable faces in Britain since he was all but eleven years old. “Jenna. It’s nice to meet you.” Her hand slid into his and they shook, a very formal greeting she thought for such a young man, in such an informal environment.

“Likewise. I’m in the tent next to you, you sounded like you were having fun last night.” He grinned.

“Oh blimey we weren’t too noisy were we,” Jenna put her hand to her mouth, remembering her and Katy launching into bad Peter Kaye impersonations and relaying their last camping trip until the early hours.

“Not at all.” He grinned, “but really, garlic and bread?”

“Sorry.” She said laughing at his Peter Kaye reference.

“‘Sokay.”

It was hard not to stare, not only was she walking along with Harry bloody Potter but Harry bloody Potter with only a pair of jeans on. She seen the pictures from Equus, hell she’d even seen Equus but neither of those experiences quite prepared her for standing next to Daniel Radcliffe. He was taller than she’d expected him to be and far more, she couldn’t quite bring to mind the word she was looking for, the only word that sounded remotely right was male. He was far more male than she expected him to be. He was also wet, there were long trails of water than ran down from his shoulders to his chest and then trickled suggestively over his washboard stomach and into the dark soft looking hair that descended from just above his navel. She felt very rude for she hadn’t as yet managed to look into his face beyond her first startled glance; his near nakedness had completely overwhelmed her senses.

“You look a bit wet.” Jenna said finally looking up at him quickly as they walked back. It was a ridiculous statement really, she thought as it was teaming with rain, but it was all that she could think of, while the majority of her brain was jumping up and down screaming ‘Oh my god I’ve seen you naked’.

“Yeah, I thought if I ran…” He shook his head, a slight grin curling the corners of his lips, “not one of my more inspired ideas.”

“You’re forgiven it’s early.”

Say something interesting, say something interesting…

“Have you been to Glastonbury before?” it was, he thought, a perfectly reasonable question to ask someone that you had just met at said festival, although there was a part of his brain that just kept repeating: lame, lame, lame.

“No, this is the first time. You?” she peered up at him from underneath long dark eyelashes and the lip of her hood in the most endearing fashion.

“No first time, I’ve been to Reading, haven’t camped before.” He kept making his eyes stay on her face and not wander. The cagoule was open at the front revealing not only the stripy (pink and white and very cute) knickers but also a very tight white vest top that left little to Dan’s imagination.

“We’ve camped before, quite a few times Leeds festival, British grand Prix, getting to be pro’s at it now I think. We’ve had our fair share of disasters though.”

The thing was, she had a very pretty face and the most gorgeous pout and the longer he watched her talk the greater the desire became to suck her bottom lip into his mouth. “It looks incredible, all the tents.” To take his mind away from her he gazed of the rolling fields and the thousands of tents spread out before them.

“It does, I said that last night, it’s like Joseph and his amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, only with tents.” She paused, “I’d had alcohol.”

“Glastonbury and the amazing Technicolor field of tents.”

“Not quite the same ring to it.”

“How does that song go? And it was red and yellow and pink and green…”

“And orange and purple and ochre and something else…”

“And something else and blue.”

“Yeah, definitely ends with blue.” Jenna turned and gave him a big smile “I thought I was the only sad muppet that knew the words to that.”

“Everyone knows the words to that.”

They were back by the tents. Dan turned and looked her full in the face, her lips were parted slightly and her eyes wide and dark, she really was gorgeous and, he concluded out of his league. She was older than he was, that much was certain despite the air of innocence that clung to her, and usually that had meant that the object of his desire would not be interested. Why would this time be different? He almost sighed in resignation but Jenna spoke and made him jump from his reverie.

“If you’re about later, we’re doing bacon sarnies for breakfast, if you want to stop by our tent, you’re more than welcome.”

“That’s be great”

rolleyes again

2007-08-20T20:26:23Z

HOW many...

how many typos....

going to lie down in a darkened room until I've regained the use of my brain...

*wanders off muttering*

rollseyes

2007-08-20T20:25:05Z

have many typos in such a short post

good to see I haven't changed in the slightest...

blimey another update

2007-08-20T20:23:27Z

this is my I'm not dead post... I am here... I have been here I just haven't been posting!

so what's happened

1) new store - busy, busy, busy... and more busy! RI king's Lynn has opened and lookes amazing.. we have lots and lots of scrumptious clothes I have spent a fortune I don't have and i have put weight on... though I think I've probaby lost some by now, the amount of times I run up and down 3 flights of stairs in a day I should loose some weight!!!

2) work work and more work... I would say my life is really boring because all i'm doing is working, but the really sad thing about this is that I'm really enjoying it!

3) what else have I been doing... um went to see Harry Potter and yes inevitable Dan fic is going to follow (if anyone wants to beta it I will be eternally grateful... queen of typos has not yet left the building)oh and he's 18 now so it's not icky in the slightest!!

4) read Deathly Hallows... actually did Pheonix and Deathly Hallows on the same night... god I was next to useless the next day at work (managed to read the first chapter whilst I was queuing to pay for the bloody thing!!!!!)loved it got really upset at certain demises I still won't say just in case anone is really slow at reading....

that's about it really, work has taken over my life at the moment. I have 2 weeks off in Septemeber so I'm going to try and see people esp those who are disappearing to distant climes! i'll also try to do an update more than once every 350 million years ... does that make me a timelord?

bloody hell another update!!!

2007-06-16T12:35:17Z

Got my £170 quid gas bill sorted they are going to recredit the £215 quid that I am in credit back to my account and then cancel my direct debit! much happier now and by next week will be much less overdrawn!

Also should get paid at some point next week the money that i didn't recieve so Mr Bank Manager should be even happier. I'm still going to be officially ' not spending money ' but I think I'm allowed a few cheap treats, such as my £9 top from Zara - very cool it is too (looks a bit Zandra Rhodes circa 1971 - that 70's show has had a decidedly bad influence on me, I think I must be the only person who sits watching it and wanting half the clothes on there)

Going out for a meal with Alison tonight, really looking forward to it, not sure what I'm wearing but I'm sure I can find something in my wardrobe (I am being so good as far as clothes go at the moment)knowing that after christmas I want to move and knowing that once I get my finances sorted I'm actually going to be able to afford it is a real incentive, just need to get my house painted and spruced up now so I'm going to be ready to get it on the market... painting party anyone?

Hellllllllllllllllooooooooooooooooooo

2007-06-14T20:28:23Z

It's been forever since I posted and with good reason. Sweeney was a disaster pretty much from start to finish and I'm bloody glad it's over. New job is amazing and have been rushed off my feet ever since... so here's a quick update of what I've been doing

1. training in Oxford - beautiful city, great training, lovely store, lovely staff - still getting texts from them!

2. consoling Alison - long time friends Alison and Kevin both of whom I was in the band with, have spilt up, Kevin is having an affair with the girl who does the make up at the theatre - this is why Sweeney was so shit!

3.travelling - was in Oxford for a month doing my training, also been in London at head office, Harlow, Finchley and currently working in Norwich whilst our store in being refitted!

4. Dribbling over Topher Grace - watch 'that 70's show' I defy anyone not to fall in love - with him as an aside, he also looks pretty hot in the black spidey suit!

5. Dribbling over Lee Mead - you cannot get Joseph tickets for love nor money!

6. stressing over my wages - still haven't been paid correctly though it should be rectified next week - my bank aren't happy!

7. Stressing over the fact that this last month they took £170 quid out of my bank as a gas bill payment - not good at all... no wonder I'm over drawn

8. Swearing about my noisy neighbour - yes I can hear the TV now... yes I know I'll be sleeping in the spare room tonight which is the reason for...

9. Saving furiously from now til after christmas - I have had a pay rise so once I get my bank balance in to the black I can afford to move

10. Sarah has given me 1st refusal on her house at King's Reach - brand new really lovely... want it to be after christmas now!!!

thats about it... I'm sure there's more which I'll think of later when I'm in the bath...

oh yeah

11. or should that be unlucky 13 - Honda is still shit Jens still doesn't have any points!

1st dress

2007-04-03T10:02:35Z

Well yesterday lunchtime I was ready to ring Emlyn and tell him I couldn't do the show, I've not been enjoying it and had really got to the end of my tether. consequently I was in a really shocking mood yesterday my temper was so close to the surface anyone who crossed me was well and truly in for a verbal beating! got to the theatre last night still feeling stinky and moped around being snippy with everyone. Then about half way through Act 1 I thought bugger me I'm actually enjoying this...bizarre!

Okay so we got thru by the skin of our teeth, there were loads of mistakes - coffins not in the right place, black outs not happening,Pat forgetting the words to Miracle Elixir (again! though the chorus carried on which must mean we getting better or that we're just getting used to Pat forgetting the words!)oh and the towel going on the judge the wrong way round so you could see the syringe with the blood in underneath! but considering this is the FIRST time we've run the entire show from beginning to end, we did quite well.

Here's hoping tonight is as enjoyable

Sweeney Act 1 tech

2007-03-31T10:03:43Z

Well I have to say that was probably the best rehearsal we've had in a long while. Emlyn was still a patronizing git but I just expect that now. For a tech rehearsal it didn't go to bad but the set is a bugger. The truck really big and heavy to move and takes up more of the stage than we thought it would, consequently alot of our entrances and exits have changed.

tonight we're doing act 2 and we have a singing call this afternoon to run through anything we're not sure of (that'll be everything then)

The opening night has now officially been put back til Friday 6th so that's bought us a little more time and I think by then because we'll have a couple of extra runs at it we'll be chomping at the bit to get an audience in.

Just as an aside ' a little bit of priest ' will bring the house down - hehhehehehehe