Discovered in a Livejournal

So, a rumour had reached my ears that elizabethhelena was writing a story based on a new word for sausage rolls,

You have to watch out for those internet rumours, they are fraught with misinformation. I've just learned that sausage rolls are considered too high class to qualify as pigs in a blanket according to wikipedia's article (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pigs_in_blankets) (an unassailable source). Wish I'd heard of the German dish Sausages in a Nightgown before I wrote this.

And lo! it was up, and I looked upon it, and saw that it was good.

Aww, you read Pros slash for me! I am honoured you risked it.

And then I reached be at peace with God and verily, the music of my laughter was such that I could not continue reading for Lo! this many a minute

I was proud of myself for linking that line in the Desiderata with Cowley. Worship the Cow!

But in the end I managed to read the rest and frankly, it's bloody brilliant. The fascist pig in a blanket is, of course, an immortal line, but it's full of wonderful expressions

Bless your heart. I'm very glad you enjoyed it.

I am in awe at the scope of this story - it tackles so much, with such an amzing economy of means.

Thank you! When I first began discussing the idea with my friend myrebelcat, it quickly blossomed out of control into something novel-sized. She was the one who suggested wrangling it down into a drabble series so that a) it would get done and b) that it wouldn't get overwhelmed by the details.

And I couldn't resist siccing Amnesty International after Bodie. As Geraldine Mathers pointed out in The Rack, he was never very particular who he worked for. :-)

And you manage, almost as an aside, to rehabilitate Geraldine Mathers

I'm glad. She grew on me the second time I saw the episode, despite her scary sense of fashion (not her fault). And yes, despite my worship of The Cow, she was right that CI5 had a very scary brief. No warrants, minimal oversight, people held with pressing charges. . . scary how it's all come back again.

And the voices actually sound like the lads, not merely as if they've had a garnishing of British slang sprinkled on top.

Bless your heart again. When I'm talking to my mother again (in a year or two) I'll have to thank her. She was the one who raised me on a steady diet of Brit TV, British books, and British slang. It was part of the strange culture of Irish ex-pats in Montreal -- we were more British than the Brits despite being Catholics. Very strange.

Thank you very much for your wonderful feedback. What a great way to start catching up on my internet correspondence this week.