(Still tired, for reasons. I will interact again v soon.)
Please, just take your mug back to Brighton and get married now, that is all ♥:

(Shh. I am over-identifying with stuff, go away. ;-p)
Also, being tired I watched more of S6. There were two hard-hitting episodes that ended in suicide, interspersed with two comic episodes, one being a Christmas episode. This is a bit random for one day's TV. Also, I really need one of you to have already watched Public Eye so you can explain some of the episodes to me, because I am too dim. Or possibly I should stop being distracted at vital moments by the amusing bit of discontinuity that means Frank thinks he spent a year in Brighton staying with Helen Mortimer, when in fact it seems to have been somewhere between two and four. You'd really think they would have noticed, even if they were having fun with the wiping up. (Or in other words "The Man Who Said Sorry" is a very unusual and amazing bit of TV, and I need to watch it again with actual brain to take in the point of it properly. I think I get it, I think. Maybe. I don't know.)
Also, the horror! When I was small our Christmas decorations used to look a lot like these. I mean, we had less and more tastefully arranged, but still. And this was about ten years after this is set. I suppose we did use the same ones for about forever and my parents married in 1975, and my grandparents might even have let them have some of theirs or something...


"And your Christmas decorations are atrocious!!"*

Because all private detectives like decorating themselves for Christmas, obviously. He makes paper chains like I used to when I was little as well. He doesn't wear those, though.
And then they played a version of "Ding Dong Merrily On High" over the end credits instead of the proper theme tune and my brain imploded, so I decided to screencap stuff and share and go to bed.
(I did screencap also 1972 Gareth Thomas and Elisabeth Sladen, though, so I'll have them up on Tumblr soon.)
* Not actual line.
Please, just take your mug back to Brighton and get married now, that is all ♥:

(Shh. I am over-identifying with stuff, go away. ;-p)
Also, being tired I watched more of S6. There were two hard-hitting episodes that ended in suicide, interspersed with two comic episodes, one being a Christmas episode. This is a bit random for one day's TV. Also, I really need one of you to have already watched Public Eye so you can explain some of the episodes to me, because I am too dim. Or possibly I should stop being distracted at vital moments by the amusing bit of discontinuity that means Frank thinks he spent a year in Brighton staying with Helen Mortimer, when in fact it seems to have been somewhere between two and four. You'd really think they would have noticed, even if they were having fun with the wiping up. (Or in other words "The Man Who Said Sorry" is a very unusual and amazing bit of TV, and I need to watch it again with actual brain to take in the point of it properly. I think I get it, I think. Maybe. I don't know.)
Also, the horror! When I was small our Christmas decorations used to look a lot like these. I mean, we had less and more tastefully arranged, but still. And this was about ten years after this is set. I suppose we did use the same ones for about forever and my parents married in 1975, and my grandparents might even have let them have some of theirs or something...


"And your Christmas decorations are atrocious!!"*

Because all private detectives like decorating themselves for Christmas, obviously. He makes paper chains like I used to when I was little as well. He doesn't wear those, though.
And then they played a version of "Ding Dong Merrily On High" over the end credits instead of the proper theme tune and my brain imploded, so I decided to screencap stuff and share and go to bed.
(I did screencap also 1972 Gareth Thomas and Elisabeth Sladen, though, so I'll have them up on Tumblr soon.)
* Not actual line.
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Date: 2013-12-05 03:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-05 06:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-05 09:14 am (UTC)Christmas decorations used to be very well made. We were still using the ones that my parents bought in the sixties when I was a kid in the eighties, so it's quite possible that your parents had some of your grandparent's surplus. Nowadays they barely seem to last out one Christmas, let alone a dozen! Mind you, when they look like that, that might be just as well... ;)
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Date: 2013-12-05 06:24 pm (UTC)I think maybe we were just more careful with them. At least, my Dad always would have been. My Mum finally rebelled in the late 90s and bought things that had an actual colour-theme and started having a real tree again. Like anything else, it comes down to money as to how replaceable things were.
But that was a bit of an unexpected nightmare flashback. I think other 70s Christmas things I've seen have either been longer ago or slightly more classy or something!
Also, following one of the weirdest and bleakest bits of TV I've ever seen with tinsel and comic misunderstandings is just bizarre. (I can't help but wonder if "The Man Who Said Sorry" got moved forward at some point, which would make more sense.)