A Very Potter Halloween: A commentary

As requested by gryffinseye , the commentary for A Very Potter Halloween. Guaranteed to contain nothing serious.

( A Very Potter Halloween: Now With Added Commentary )

A Very Potter Halloween: A commentary

As requested by gryffinseye , the commentary for A Very Potter Halloween. Guaranteed to contain nothing serious.

( A Very Potter Halloween: Now With Added Commentary )

Life or something almost like it.

Only two people turned up to Shorthand class yesterday- me and Lynsie. Most people from the other group (who were also supposed to come along) probably couldn't be bothered but most of my group were just frazzled after our Law Exam in the morning. I'm fairly sure I bollocksed that up quite impressively.

Anyway, it was quite fun: me, Lynsie and Susan interrupting shorthand dictation with discussions of the golden age of cinema- turns out that we all love musicals and stuff, although they both like Calamity Jane a lot and I think Doris Day is evil. Then Lynsie and me walked to Blockbuster to take my videos back, although I couldn't find anything good to rent that I really wanted to see at the moment. So I'm a bit bored now and have nothing new to watch.

The police and the Student Union president still haven't got back to me, so I'll have to do that on Monday.

It's fucking freezing at the moment. In fact, I'm colder right now that when it snowed during the week. Tres typical. Mind you I have managed to write a little bit more of the four friend sitcom. Still only bits of it, but more.

Life or something almost like it.

Only two people turned up to Shorthand class yesterday- me and Lynsie. Most people from the other group (who were also supposed to come along) probably couldn't be bothered but most of my group were just frazzled after our Law Exam in the morning. I'm fairly sure I bollocksed that up quite impressively.

Anyway, it was quite fun: me, Lynsie and Susan interrupting shorthand dictation with discussions of the golden age of cinema- turns out that we all love musicals and stuff, although they both like Calamity Jane a lot and I think Doris Day is evil. Then Lynsie and me walked to Blockbuster to take my videos back, although I couldn't find anything good to rent that I really wanted to see at the moment. So I'm a bit bored now and have nothing new to watch.

The police and the Student Union president still haven't got back to me, so I'll have to do that on Monday.

It's fucking freezing at the moment. In fact, I'm colder right now that when it snowed during the week. Tres typical. Mind you I have managed to write a little bit more of the four friend sitcom. Still only bits of it, but more.

Clare, Jim, Pete and Sally Simpson

OK. Quick random ranty thought.

I haven't listened to Tommy for ages and ages. But the other week when I bought 'Uncut' magazine simply because it had a feature on Jim Morrison, there was a sidebar in it about famous sorts who weren't so fond of Jim as me (entitled Love Him Madly? Not Everyone Was Lit By Jim Morrison's Fire. Classy). And it had a thing in it that I did not previously know. It has a thing about how Pete 'Hopefully not actually a paedophile' Townshend wrote 'Sally Simpson' after: "observing an impassive Morrison watch a girl receive shocking injuries when she plunged head-first from the stage" during a Who/Doors show in New York in August 68.

I was reminded of reading this when I shoved on a Who CD for the first time in ages (inspired by a conversation with Lynsie yesterday about the interesting fact that 'Who Are You' is used as the CSI theme tune). So I went and dug out Tommy (I brought it to Sunderland of course). And I listened to 'Sally Simpson' and man it's about Jim. It's about the boorish, nastier side of Jim (called Jimbo by Ray Manzarek) and it's heart-breaking for me to listen to now. Before it was simply a cautionary tale of idols and such within the context of Tommy. Now it's always going to be about a girl who idolised Tommy/Jim so much she ended up horribly hurt. Reminds me of someone I know, though not physically hurt by him but who carries the scars of loving a tarnished hero within her heart.

Last verse of Sally Simpson that has always made me smile, before and after finding out Pete's inspiration was at the expense of my hero:

Sixteen stitches put her right and her dad said,
"Don't say I didn't warn ya!"
Sally got married to a rock musician she met in California.
Tommy always talks about the day the disciples all went wild.
Sally still carries a scar on her cheek to remind her of his smile.
(Townshend)

Clare, Jim, Pete and Sally Simpson

OK. Quick random ranty thought.

I haven't listened to Tommy for ages and ages. But the other week when I bought 'Uncut' magazine simply because it had a feature on Jim Morrison, there was a sidebar in it about famous sorts who weren't so fond of Jim as me (entitled Love Him Madly? Not Everyone Was Lit By Jim Morrison's Fire. Classy). And it had a thing in it that I did not previously know. It has a thing about how Pete 'Hopefully not actually a paedophile' Townshend wrote 'Sally Simpson' after: "observing an impassive Morrison watch a girl receive shocking injuries when she plunged head-first from the stage" during a Who/Doors show in New York in August 68.

I was reminded of reading this when I shoved on a Who CD for the first time in ages (inspired by a conversation with Lynsie yesterday about the interesting fact that 'Who Are You' is used as the CSI theme tune). So I went and dug out Tommy (I brought it to Sunderland of course). And I listened to 'Sally Simpson' and man it's about Jim. It's about the boorish, nastier side of Jim (called Jimbo by Ray Manzarek) and it's heart-breaking for me to listen to now. Before it was simply a cautionary tale of idols and such within the context of Tommy. Now it's always going to be about a girl who idolised Tommy/Jim so much she ended up horribly hurt. Reminds me of someone I know, though not physically hurt by him but who carries the scars of loving a tarnished hero within her heart.

Last verse of Sally Simpson that has always made me smile, before and after finding out Pete's inspiration was at the expense of my hero:

Sixteen stitches put her right and her dad said,
"Don't say I didn't warn ya!"
Sally got married to a rock musician she met in California.
Tommy always talks about the day the disciples all went wild.
Sally still carries a scar on her cheek to remind her of his smile.
(Townshend)