So having just mainlined
Black Books
for the first time, I was deeply convinced that there should be
Black Books/Good Omens
crossovers.
I was delighted to find that sam_storyteller had written one, and jolly good it was too. In spite of which, I then went and committed one of my own.
Anybody hook a girl up with further
Black Books
fic? Slash would be lovely, but I'm easy. Whatever.
Fay, I've read Bernard/House and Bernard/Tony Stark, not that I can put my hands on any linkies just at the moment. There's just something about those snarky substance abusers...
Here's the Black Books/Iron Man.
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There's also a Black Books/Torchwood on PolyRecs.
I should've known you'd be able to find it. Hee!
OMG, that was
hilarious!
Thank you, love! Spot on, both of them!
...I think I may need to go on a bit of a
Black Books
fic binge here.
The universe is strangely synchronous. Having been vaguely aware of Black Books for ages, I have recently discovered that I can mainline on my laptop via C4 On Demand, free, and am pretty much in your footsteps on the fic binge (just saw a comment of yours on a story by nerdcakes). I did find the Bernard/House story, too...
Ha! Curmudgeonly pisshead bookshop owners for the win!
Black Books has possibly the funniest pilot ever.
"Skinheads! Perfect!"
Word.
I think it's particularly appropriate that in my attempts to put off going in to work to do all the stuff I really should have done at the BEGINNING of the week off, rather than leaving it to the Sunday, I wrote
Black Books
fanfic. I mean, I didn't make myself a lovely jacket out of receipts, or pair my socks, or invite the Jehovah's Witnesses in for a chat - or indeed resort to housework (for in this Bernard and I are as one), but I did read an entire novel, and then write some
Black Books
fanfic, before finally going into work at 3pm. (Having sprung lithely out of bed at 6.45am, full of good intentions to go to the gym, make a healthy breakfast and get straight to work...)
I did not know this (from the imdb trivia page)
Bernard is inspired by a real bookshop owner in Dublin whom Dylan Moran described as "he looks like he's swallowed a cup of sour milk and peed himself at the same time. He has this green bilious expression, years of displeasure have shaped his face".