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Apr. 17th, 2010 08:00 pmIt can't be just my life that has days like this:
I was given a Dr Who figurine (with sonic screwdriver - the fourth doctor in Pyramids of Mars garb) on the way to my talk at the Jane Austen Festival. There was a quiet moment when I hung round the front desk. We talked about all sorts of things and somehow, just somehow, I casually mentioned I had Dr Who in my handbag.
The Jane Austen fans I was chatting with positively flurried with excitement. They were properly costumed, which was probably why TV people kept appearing - the old church hall with costumed dancers looked rather gorgeous - though it was a little disconcerting when all those same costumed folk were listening intently to me talk about foodways in Austen's time.
Anyhow, Jane Austen and Dr Who appear to have overlapping fandoms. We all laid claim to our particular doctor and we did action poses with my figurine. Then we returned to the early nineteenth century. Now I'm back in the twenty-first and smiling happily.
I was given a Dr Who figurine (with sonic screwdriver - the fourth doctor in Pyramids of Mars garb) on the way to my talk at the Jane Austen Festival. There was a quiet moment when I hung round the front desk. We talked about all sorts of things and somehow, just somehow, I casually mentioned I had Dr Who in my handbag.
The Jane Austen fans I was chatting with positively flurried with excitement. They were properly costumed, which was probably why TV people kept appearing - the old church hall with costumed dancers looked rather gorgeous - though it was a little disconcerting when all those same costumed folk were listening intently to me talk about foodways in Austen's time.
Anyhow, Jane Austen and Dr Who appear to have overlapping fandoms. We all laid claim to our particular doctor and we did action poses with my figurine. Then we returned to the early nineteenth century. Now I'm back in the twenty-first and smiling happily.