My Place

*headdesk* Did anyone else ever have to post their fic masterlist in three parts? It's embarrassing...

Part 1: Ninth Doctor era fics
Part 2: Tenth Doctor era fics
Part 3: Multi-era fics, other character fics and drabbles
 

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Surprise surprise, this thing is too big for one post  :P

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Since this series is a bit complicated and reading chronologically is not the best way to understand what's going on, here's the recommended reading order, under the cut.


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This post will be added to as the series develops.

(And, yes, there were comments to this post, but  I accidentally managed to delete the original post while editing  *sigh*)

So here I am, back in Ireland for the first time in thirteen years... and there's a hurricane.

Well, strictly speaking a tropical storm by the time she made landfall in the West of Ireland, but this is Ireland: why should the literal truth get in the way of an event such as a hurricane? So Hurricane Ophelia she is, and it's been a bloody windy day. Sadly, three people died during the storm, mainly due to fallen trees. We spent much of the afternoon in the hotel lounge looking out at the wind bending trees horizontal, though did go for a walk along by Sandymount Strand later in the afternoon - breezy but not dangerous.

They take their storms seriously over here. All public transport had shut down by early afternoon in Dublin (earlier further west); shops and businesses either didn't open at all or closed by around 11; all schools were closed and people were advised to stay indoors. But this being Ireland, the pubs stayed open. The #ophelia hashtag on Twitter was full of publicans inviting people to come and take shelter, and weren't even requring the purchase of a drink with which to drink Ophelia's health. As for other ways of marking Ophelia's presence, I saw a parish priest warn that if parishioners happened to have a baby to baptise nine months from now, they better not want her christened Ophelia or they could find another church.

All the same, Ophelia, we've had enough of you; you can feck off across to England now. Bye!

It almost looks as if John Oliver has been reading your blogs, kaffy_r! Depressingly accurate, and worth watching:

"See how easily I pack? No more boarding for me when The Management goes away!"

Last night's vote - and the state of the current US presidential election campaign, particularly the high numbers of disaffected voters rejecting what they see as 'the establishment' - should send shivers down the spines of political elites everywhere. It was never just about independence from the EU. It's about disaffection, economic haves and have nots, structural unemployment, racism to the point of xenophobia, and polarised notions of national identity. It's neither a left-wing nor a right-wing problem - the disaffection and anger is across the political spectrum. And unravelling all of that to bring a nation together may be an impossible task.

Interesting piece in the Guardian: Brexit earthquake has happened, and the rubble will take years to clear.