an affront to heterosexual women

Wheeee! four-day weekend. This is not a job I want in the long-term if I feel so good about a minor break from it. Said four-day break was ideally ushered in by a slightly belated Salty Cracker last night at Cargill's, which is warm and small and intimate and slightly off-beat, and provides truly excellent food. Including duck. Eventually my Seekrit Mission to have ranked the duck in every restaurant in Cape Town will be accomplished. (Cargill's is currently in the top 3).

On the even further upside, my Thursday was utterly made by the Pajiba report on the latest bit of gossip from the Sherlock Holmes movie, featuring the slashy pairing of RDJ with Jude Law, together with an unbelievably oblivious and bigoted response to same. The tone of the Pajiba article is wonderful - that's quality sarcasm, that is. The comments are also enormously entertaining and not a little scurrilous. Also, I'll be in my bunk.

Am I alone, incidentally, in finding a slashy subtext to Sherlock Holmes entirely inevitable from the Conan Doyle originals? Holmes is such a desperately iconoclastic eccentric, I don't think it would surprise me to find that his list of indulgences included Turkish boys and flogging as well as cocaine and the violin.