The Highs And Lows Of Fanaticism

Posted on April 16, 2010

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If there’s one thing I’m told on a fairly regular basis, it’s that I’m a bit fanatical. I hold my hands up, surrender, fly the white flag and agree that yes, I am a wee bit fanatical. If ‘wee’ constitutes as the new meaning for ‘huge’ and is only ever written in GIANT CAPS.

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My current obsession, as the nature of the more recent posts should show is Ashes to Ashes, which most people will probably have heard of, watched or just plain ignored on the principle that since BBC went digital, there are those of us not fortunate enough to get the stations anymore. Where Wales’ proximity was once of use to us, it no longer applies…so shove off Wales, move over in the bed, stop breathing down our necks, we’re breaking up.

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I appear though, to have a particular modus opperandi when it comes to highlighting an obsession. I blog consistently about said obsession. I think the most obvious one on here has been on Doctor Who where, for about a month long period before and after Christmas, I went a wee bit mad. I made a picture blog for God’s sake…A PICTURE BLOG! (Though that one was a request.)

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So Ashes to Ashes, and probably Life on Mars are taking over the fanatic chair now. Yes, there’s only currently two blogs about them but the cogs in my mind are working overtime, not least since I discovered an essay I wrote for cultural identities which allowed me to sprout nonsense about LOM all in the name of education. ‘You see I just HAD to watch the series again. It was for research purposes…’ A recent Twitter/Facebook status update had me threatening to write a thesis about Gene Hunt…. Actually I may still do that.

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But in a roundabout way, this blog has a point that isn’t really a point, just an interesting occurrence…if you’re me. Or anyone who likes to take the piss out of me apparently.

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I paid a visit to a hairdressers yesterday with, as usual, a foggy picture in my mind of the kind of style I wanted, which was then expelled from my mind because it was a bit too crazy a change for someone who’s pretty much had the same haircut since she was 12. So the hairdresser took the scissors and did a bit of swishing here, a bit of swooshing there and voila, I had a new do. Which I really liked apart from the excuse for a side fringe but I’m reckoning that it’ll grow into its place. The little fringe that could.

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It was only when I got home that I realised I had inadvertently managed to get a cut, scarily similar to Alex Drake’s in Series 3 of Ashes. Friends confirmed my suspicion. I thought I was just imagining that I was turning into Keeley Hawes (Which, in retrospect would probably solve a lot of my problems).

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So, to end what has been an utterly pointless post, let that be a lesson to all you ‘would be fanatics’. Quite against your will, you can subconsciously end up turning yourself into a TV character.

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And on that note, I’m off to find my Gene Hunt…