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We managed to pack all our stuff up again and move on to Fishguard!

An uneventful last morning in Hay-on-Wye: we had breakfast, chatting again with Mary. Geoff meant to ask her about the local effects of Brexit (prefacing the question with "I know this might be a sensitive or political subject, if you don't want to talk about it I certainly understand"), but she misheard and thought he was asking about the local experience of COVID.
So that's what we ended up hearing about!She said it wasn't so bad; there were a handful of deaths, mostly among the elderly (one man was a hundred and three), but not much sickness otherwise, although she did also mention the twenty-something son of a friend who was very ill and has never fully recovered. When they were under lockdown, the whole community divvied up responsibility for checking on people; she was responsible for one side of her street, and every day she would go knock on doors and check in, take grocery requests and deliver the groceries after the designated shopper had got them, and so on. (The nearest grocery store is actually in England, over the border, and they were under a different set of restrictions, but the people tasked with getting everyone's groceries just went anyway, because the alternative was to go ridiculously far to the nearest one in Wales, in Brecon.) In one row of houses inhabited mostly by older people, they would all sit out in their back gardens and chat across the fences. One day one of the women Mary was checking on didn't answer her door, and the neighbors said they hadn't seen her the previous day but since the weather had been bad they hadn't thought anything of it; but Mary figured, well, risk or no risk I've got to go in and check on her. So she went in, and the woman wasn't sick but had fallen quite badly; it sounded like she'd dislocated her knee! Mary knew some first aid from having worked with the Scouts and got it back in, and within two days the woman was basically fine.

Mary said that probably COVID hadn't been so bad there because it's so isolated and everyone is mostly spread out; I mean, yes there's a town, but it's not city-dense, and there's also plenty of people up on the farms who might see no one for a week at a time. She hadn't heard anything about the horrific death rates in the Montreal seniors' homes, or the refrigerated trucks outside the New York City hospitals, or (I assume) the huge pop-up hospitals in China, etc.; I got the sense that her local experience was just that the community put their heads down and got on with it. She at least, and her circle, weren't paying much attention to the larger situation. It was wonderful to hear about such solid and thorough community mutual care!


Then we packed up (paranoically checking for anything that might have rolled out of sight and be at risk of being left behind), shouldered our own huge hiking packs for the first time since landing at Heathrow, and walked ten minutes to a bus stop on the street below Hay Castle.

(I love my huge hiking pack, by the way. I can carry so much with, relatively speaking, so little effort, because it's well made and balanced. It's from Osprey; they make excellent gear.)

I had discovered by the merest fluke, about two weeks before we started this trip, that the bus we were depending on to get from Hay-on-Wye to the Hereford rail station had been cancelled and replaced by a different service, run by a different company, and leaving fifteen minutes earlier. Thank God I saw that! Although I probably would have discovered it anyway, if somewhat later, in the course of last-minute double-checking; there's several reasons I'm mostly in charge of logistics on our trips, but my tendency toward compulsive re-confirmation is certainly one of them. I'd even found a live bus tracker and checked on the previous day or two to get a sense of whether it tended to run on time, because it only runs every two hours and if we missed it we'd be in trouble. Anyway, thankfully it wasn't raining, and we got to the stop in plenty of time, had a pleasant wait (including chatting with another waiting passenger), and got on with no trouble.

We really weren't much of tourists in Hay-on-Wye. We wandered through the castle lawn but didn't pay to go inside; we wandered through bookshops but didn't explore the town otherwise; we strolled along the river path. I couldn't tell you a thing about its history. But we had a nice restful time there!

The bus ride to Hereford rail station was an hour long. The bus route began about a half hour before where we boarded, and there were six or eight people already on it when we arrived; I think three got off, and we were two of about eight getting on, at least half also with luggage, clearly traveling some distance/going on a trip. After that more and more people got on at the various stops in various small towns (interestingly, the bus also seemed to stop when waved down for a pickup, or when a passenger asked to get off, even when it wasn't a posted stop). But I don't think anyone got off again until we'd reached the outskirts of Hereford. I suppose people go into the big city for various things they can't get in the little towns, but have little reason to go from town to town, unless maybe they're visiting friends or something.

Then we had about an hour wait for a train to Fishguard, our next stop. The train was crowded and we couldn't sit together for a while, until there was a lot of passenger reshuffling at Cardiff (unsurprisingly) and we were able to move, and the overhead luggage rack didn't look wide enough for our big hiking packs even when there was enough space available for them lengthwise, so we had to have them at our feet and wedge our legs around them; poor Geoff started out sitting next to a woman who had one bag at her feet and another big one on the floor in front of his seat, so he had to put his big pack on his lap and I'm not sure he could even see around it! But once the train emptied out a bit we were able to be more comfortable. It was about a four-hour ride, with the usual gorgeous scenery of hills patchworked with fields and studded with cattle and sheep, with a few towns and industrial bits for variety, and some impressive tidal flats as we ran along the seaside for a while. Our host at our next B&B had texted (aha! Texting!) to confirm that he'd meet us at the station, and he said to sit on the left side of the train for some beautiful seascapes after Swansea, but I think the tide must have been out.

As we approached our stop, by which time the train had of course emptied out greatly (ours was the second to last on the line), a young woman (twenties?) sitting across from us asked if we were hiking, and we stuck up a conversation. She was coming to Fishguard to do rowing; she's on the Welsh team, she said! (She also said she was Australian; I guess rowing teams recruit from all over, like other sports teams?) We've been to Australia, though nowhere near where she was from, so we chatted about that a little; and she'd been to Canada, though nowhere near where we're from! So I said, "Well, if you're ever in Ontario, feel free to look us up!" -- I meant it mostly as a joke but it ended up serious, and Geoff gave her his card and she said she'd drop him an email with her contact info. I don't think she has, though; I mean, we only chatted for ten minutes. It was fun, though!

Then we arrived at our station, disembarked, and met our host Mike; he and his partner Christine run our B&B here. They have a working smallholding (mostly timber at this point, I think, plus a kitchen garden? Christine also keeps chickens, and we have six of their eggs in our wee fridge), and they rent out one self-contained attached apartment. Their home is a rebuilt and modernized (obviously) twelfth-century farmhouse, and our bit is at the end, what used to be the barn. (In the pictures on their website, we have the far right end: http://ffynnonclun.co.uk/index.htm.) The ground floor is a small room, but big glass double doors let in lots of light during the day, and there are some small windows as well. The floor is stone tiles, there's a loveseat and an armchair, a small dresser and a dropleaf table that we're just using as surfaces to put things on, a small wood stove that we're not using, and off of on one side of the very end is a bathroom with a shower stall with on-demand heater and -- blessed device -- a washing machine! We have done so much laundry. Paralleling the bathroom on the other side is a small but well-equipped kitchen; this is a self-catering B&B, they provide food but we have to cook it and clean up from it. As well as the eggs, the fridge is stocked with bacon, pork and apple sausages, cherry tomatoes, mushrooms, a loaf of homemade laverbread, butter, homemade apple-blackberry jam, and milk, and everything that isn't homemade comes from neighbors, pretty much. The milk isn't homogenized, which was fun to discover! I'm not sure I've ever even seen unhomogenized milk before. Apparently it's just not a thing around here. Mike did confirm that it's pasteurized, though, not raw. And the water comes direct from their own springs! (Filtered and UV-treated, delicious, but he did say not to drink it after it's sat for a day, like if you didn't empty your water bottle but just kept drinking the same water, because it's not chlorinated and things will eventually grow in it.)

The walls and ceiling of the room are whitewashed or plastered, and there are two huge tree trunks, bark still on them, embedded in the ceiling and running the length of the room, as ceiling beams. The walls are a good two feet thick. And between the doorways to the kitchen and the bath, a steep ladder leads up to the sleeping loft! There's a thick sturdy rope looped around each step of the ladder for handgrips (they are wide flat steps, not just rungs), and two birch tree trunks, each about as thick as Geoff's wrist, embedded from the loft floor to the (quite low by that time) ceiling, also for hanging on to as you ascend or descend! The booklet of info about the place warns, "No socks on the ladder!" and that is a rule we are holding to. There's a window and a skylight in the loft.

The fuses for the hob and oven, the washing machine, the on-demand shower, and the immersion heater for hot water from a tap each have to be switched on individually before they can be used, and you won't have hot water from the tap for an hour after you switch on the immersion heater (but if you're using the wood stove, that also heats the water tank, so you don't need the electric immersion heater). In some ways this is very rustic! On the other hand, on-demand hot water means an infinite supply, and there's (solar-powered) underfloor heating that can also be switched on (oooooooh so cozy), as well as things we take for granted now, like, obviously, wifi. Mike gave us a quick tour of all the switches and how to use everything. Also there's a washing machine but no dryer, and the weather didn't seem conducive to hanging laundry outside, so he helped us set up a big drying rack in his plastic-sheeted shed, which will be dry and warm, and which holds, as well as the usual collection of shed clutter, several tomato plants and also their big solar batteries.

He and Christine had been incredibly helpful and friendly in our correspondence ahead of time, with suggestions of things to see and do, offers of lifts, and so on, and while obviously this is a business for them, it's not like staying in a hotel or even a large multi-room B&B; it's very personal. So I brought them a gift: a half-liter jug of local maple syrup I picked up at a farmer's market before we left. That's part of the reason my bag has been so heavy; I've been hauling that around for a week! Mike and Christine (who came by as he was showing us around) seemed surprised and delighted to be given it, which is exactly the reaction you want to such a gift! (And Christine actually lived in Toronto for some years, many years ago, so she's familiar with it; years ago we brought some to someone in Australia, and they were like, ".....thanks? What do I do with it?" And then we were trying to explain that it can be used as sweet (e.g. on pancakes) or as savory (e.g. with pork) and that clearly did not compute.)

The B&B is up a long steep hill from town; Mike gave us a ride down to a pub he recommended for dinner, where Geoff had duck and I had fish pie, along with tasty local beers. Then Mike picked us up on his way home from picking up his son, who lives in Cardiff and was arriving for a visit; he'd intended to be on a train, but the train broke down and there was a lot of back and forth on plans, but eventually the train company put him in a taxi to the station and the timing worked out perfectly for Mike to fetch all three of us home.

We had a very cozy night in our loft, warm under a thick comforter and with the lasting warmth of the underfloor heating still radiating upward (stone holds heat!), and Geoff only bonked his head on the low-sloping ceiling once.


And that brings us up to the end of yesterday, but it's eight-thirty pm and I've got to stop writing things up for the evening. I will hope to write up today tomorrow: short version is, today was great.
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"Are my stacks of books clutter? To some people, yes. Do they block the antique radio? Yes, they do indeed. Do they sometimes fall over, and are they hard to dust? Yes. But I find it a supreme pleasure to be surrounded by books that I may read today or tomorrow or soon or not for the rest of my life. Because they hold ideas in their crisp or crumpled pages, and because they are beautiful objects, and because they are mine and I know when I bought them and why. I like to look over my stacks and think about what to read. I see ideas to be contemplated, stories to take in with a bourbon in my hand and my dog by my side. I see torn covers, and spines faded by the sun, and underlined lines, and phrases jotted in the margins that years later I no longer understand. And when I see these things, I see myself, and the world I inhabit, more clearly."

— Susan Harlan, "In Praise of the Book Tower" on Lit Hub (2015)


Today's Writing:

A little over 600 words, the first third COMPLAINING, after that some that are actually usable. 8-)


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Posted by therealmorticia

Every month the OTW hosts guest posts on our OTW News accounts to provide an outside perspective on the OTW or aspects of fandom. These posts express each individual’s personal views and do not necessarily reflect the views of the OTW or constitute OTW policy.

Karis Jones, PhD (she/her) is an educator, literacy consultant, public humanities scholar, and community activist, as well as Assistant Professor of Secondary English Language Arts at Baylor University. She has published widely, including in the journal of Transformative Works and Culture, and won several scholarly awards from the American Educational Research Association.

Scott Storm, PhD (he/him) is an Assistant Professor of Literacy in the School of Education at the University at Albany, State University of New York. Scott is a former high school teacher with 15 years of experience designing, founding, and sustaining urban public schools; his work has appeared in Journal of Literacy Research, Literacy Research: Theory, Method, and Practice, Journal of Adolescent & Adult Literacy, and English Teaching Practice & Critique, among others.

Today, Dr. Karis Jones and Dr. Scott Storm, authors of the book Fandoms in the Classroom: A Social Justice Approach to Transforming Literacy Learning—join us to talk about how bringing fandom into the classroom can turn student passion into real learning.

How did you first find out about fandom and fanworks?

As fans of fantasy and science fiction genres ourselves, we have long been interested in fandoms and fan cultures. Even as teens, we wrote our own creative fanworks inspired by the stories that we loved. Once we became teachers, we noticed that our students had incredible passionate intensities around the fandoms that they loved. Moreover, they were participants in fan cultures, reading memes, analyzing discourse, and writing fanfiction. As English language arts teachers, we noticed that students were not only excited about participating in fandoms, but also that these were spaces of rich literacy learning. For example, students posting their original writing online often revised their stories based on feedback from the community in order to strengthen the writing and deepen connections. Reflecting on how important fandoms had been to us and in seeing how important fandoms were to our students, we knew that we had to think about how to make school a place that could support these passionate student interests for literacy learning.

Your book highlights how bringing fandoms into the classroom can shift the focus toward student experiences and interests. How does this approach support a more student-centered form of pedagogy, and what kinds of transformations have you seen as a result?

Many English teachers create lectures focused on the teacher’s interpretations of often-read canonical literature. This puts the thrust of intellectual work on teachers. However, it is students who need to be doing the learning and who should therefore do much more of the daily intellectual work of the classroom. We use students’ interests in fandoms in order to center student expertise. Students come with much knowledge about how the texts that they love were created and about some of the different ways to interpret those texts. We have students lead inquiry-based discussions with their peers to dig even deeper into these texts. Then they build off these discussions by reading extensively, writing analytic papers, and presenting their work to the local community. As students engage with fandoms they love, we note when they are using literary elements to create deeper interpretations. For example, sometimes a student will trace the metaphors or characterization in a fandom but might not use those exact words to do so. During student-led class discussions, we sit in the circle with students and chime in when they are using an analytic tool and that literary scholars have given a special name like metaphor, hyperbole, archetypes, or tropes. In this way, over a few weeks, we build a large set of analytic tools that students use to make sense of texts. Thus, throughout all the discussion, reading, and writing that students are doing in our classes, students are learning deeply because it is the students who are doing the crux of the intellectual work.

One of the intriguing ideas in your book is the reframing of academic disciplines as fandoms. How might this way of thinking open up new possibilities for teaching across different disciplines?

In Chapter 6 “Imagining Academic Disciplines as Fandoms,” we give examples of ways that teachers can put their academic disciplines in conversation with media fandoms. This helps students navigate across disciplinary practices, which may at first feel distant or strange, by comparing them with media fandom practices, which may feel more familiar. Guiding youth to compare communities and think through ways to improve or remix their practices can be a productive pathway for making sense of the academic disciplines. For example, teachers can take up a participatory fandom lens to help youth understand disciplinary conversations happening on social media (e.g. the controversy around Charlotte the Stingray’s pregnancy in March 2024), or schools can take up fandom formats like conventions to help youth dialogue around current disciplinary topics (e.g. a school academic history conference including symposium panels moderated by historians at local universities).

Integrating fandom into the classroom sounds exciting—but we know it’s not always straightforward. From your perspective, what are some of the challenges educators face when trying to incorporate fandom-based practices in their teaching?

As educators who have been teaching with fandoms for a long time, we absolutely understand the challenges. In Chapter 8 “Tackling Barriers to Fandom-Based Teaching,” we walk readers through a series of questions that educators have asked us about this kind of work. We give strategies for advocating with one’s administration, even in light of standardized curricula. We talk about ways that educators can bring fandom media into classroom spaces even if they are not familiar with those fandoms themselves. We consider how to balance issues of mature content with issues of censorship. We guide readers through issues of student resistance to publishing their work in fandom communities. We talk readers through suggestions of ways to engage youth with local conventions — or ways to create your own!

How did you hear about the OTW and what do you see its role as?

We are obsessed with OTW! This may not be surprising, but we first encountered OTW as fanfiction readers. We love how this platform is built for fans by fans, and have a special appreciation of how it is organized in a bottom-up way that lifts up fan-created genres (e.g. Magnifico & Jones, 2025). Additionally, Karis is a big fan of Naomi Novik’s writing. At a local author talk, she learned more about Novik’s role in the platform’s founding. This led her to explore current academic work on fandoms in the JTWC. Later, Karis went on to publish her own work in the JTWC. We hope that new trajectories of media and fandom studies continue to remain in close conversation with the field of education, engaging in interdisciplinary conversation and research, because we believe this strengthens our understanding of fandoms and their implications across fields.

What fandom things have inspired you the most?

We have been most inspired by fan acts that move the world toward justice. We are excited by fandoms that bring attention to issues of representation and work to make sure that all kinds of people are represented in creative and fanworks. We love fandoms that think about how to make communities more inclusive and are drawn to fan communities that focus on opening doors for everyone to participate instead of being gatekeepers who want to limit fandoms to only the most diehard fans or exclude groups of people from participating. What inspires us most is when fandoms can be spaces that bring people together in order to follow their passions, and perhaps even change the world.


We encourage suggestions from fans for future guest posts, so contact us if you have someone in mind! Or if you’d like, you can check out earlier guest posts.

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Fandom: Leverage
Pairings/Characters: Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer, Peggy Milbank, Amy Palavi
Rating: General Audiences
Length: 21452 words
Creator Links: [archiveofourown.org profile] page_runner
Theme: food & cooking, casefic, competence, outsider pov

Summary:
She was only here for a long weekend, using this convention as an excuse to see Alice for the first time in over a year, or using Alice as an excuse to get away for a convention, or using both as a reason to finally take a vacation, because it was about damn time.
At least, that was the original plan.

Reccer's Notes:
Peggy Milbank is a side character who appears in 2 episodes: once when Parker's alias "Alice White" gets called in for jury duty, and once when Parker, Sophie and Tara sneak into a ball at an embassy for an event where Peggy does the catering.

This fic has her meeting the team once more, and has her involved in a job in Portland when they investigate a sketchy business man who drives independent food cart owners out of business, not shying away from inflicting violence on them in the process.

While the team does their thing, Peggy offers to take over the food cart, and does so with remarkable competence - learning a whole new cuisine on the fly. Food plays a big role in the whole story, because of their case, but also because now there are several people in one place who care a lot about food. It's also about a community of food cart owners. And just like Eliot found a way out of his violent life by learning how to cook, there's a side plot in this story how he does that for others too.

While the ship Eliot/Parker/Hardison isn't the main focus, it is definitely in the background, and Peggy's perspective is a really nice outsider POV on them, so I tagged it as such as well.

Fanwork Links: The Food Cart Job on ao3
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Quote of the Day:

"Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose."

--Zora Neale Hurston, Dust Tracks on a Road (1942)


Today's Writing:

Uh, I left writing until too late and, uh, fell asleep. With my laptop open. *facepalm* So, just a few sentences, written before I fell asleep. Also, I'm behind on replies to comments. Sorry! Sheesh.


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Posted by Erin Harrington

‘Emmys Watch 2025’ showcases critical responses to the series nominated for Outstanding Drama, Outstanding Comedy, and Outstanding Limited Series at that 77th Primetime Emmy Awards. Contributions to this theme explore critical understandings of some series nominated in these categories.


Throughout the six seasons of FX’s vampire mockumentary sitcom What We Do in the Shadows (2019-2025), there is a recurring refrain: “nothing ever changes.” The show, created by Jemaine Clement and building on Clement and Taika Waititi’s New Zealand film What We Do in the Shadows (2014), is set in a rambling house in Staten Island and follows the daily lives of four vampire housemates: Persian warlord Nandor the Relentless (Kayvan Novak); married couple Laszlo Cravensworth (Matt Berry), an English dandy, and Nadja of Antipaxos (Natasia Demetrious), a Greek Romani peasant; and American energy vampire Colin Robinson (Mark Proksch), who lives in the basement and feeds by irritating and boring other people. The immigrant vampires arrived in Staten Island by boat, tasked with taking over the new world by Baron Afanas (Doug Jones), but were too lazy and incompetent to advance beyond conquering their street (and half of Ashley Street); Colin just came with the house. Nandor’s long-suffering and hypercompetent familiar Guillermo (Harvey Guillén) provides a link to the mortal world. His intimate relationship with Nandor and his desire to become a vampire himself offers the show emotional stakes and a narrative throughline.

What We Do in the Shadows (2014)

What We Do in the Shadows (fx, 2019-2025)

Like its precursor, Shadows riffs lovingly on the history of vampire media and the absurdities spawned by placing ridiculous characters with high opinions of themselves in banal settings. More interestingly, the formal demands of episodic, longform storytelling quicky butt up against vampiric torpor in curious ways, just as the mockumentary form creates unexpected opportunities to enrich the show’s themes. For the vampires, time is effectively infinite, so boredom and indifference easily set in. Similarly, the repetitive nature of the sitcom format demands episodes that move from order to disorder and back again but limits the amount of character and narrative development that can happen over seasons or shows. Guillermo complains about the vampires’ inability to change, the mess in the house, and the “Groundhog Day” like sense of inertia that comes when you’re surrounded by indifferent immortals.

Nonetheless, What We Do in the Shadows becomes a fascinating exercise in comic storytelling as it takes a well-worn “fish out of water” (or out of time) narrative common to comic vampire media (Bacon 2022) and finds ways to prompt (and sometimes comment on) character and narrative development in the face of formal and vampiric stagnation – something very visible now that the show has wrapped after six highly acclaimed seasons. Shadows is notable for many things: its rich world-building; its terrific production design; its enthusiastic and capacious attitudes towards diverse sexualities; its contributions to vampire lore; its genre hybridity; its international creative and production teams, which result in a unique combination of different national approaches to humour; its melding of the comic and the gothic; its combination of scripted and improvised material. But it is its awareness of its own form, and the strengths and limitations of that form, and formula, that particularly mark the show’s intelligence.

vampire residence in what we do in the shadows

The rubber band ping of a return from chaos to stasis becomes its own kind of comic engine. Each season the setting is the same, but the characters have individual arcs, goals, or preoccupations that drive the situations. Nandor wants a wife (and gets one and regrets it).  Nadja decides to open a night club (and does and ruins it). Laszlo wants to go full mad scientist and build a monster (and succeeds but then must look after it). The vampires ascend to the Vampire Council, with the support of The Guide (Kristin Schall), but renege on their duties. They travel overseas but return home again, or they grow bored with their new hobbies. They run up against old foes and nurture never-ending grudges. In the spirit of playful Gothic “bizzarchitecture,” the “vampire residence” seems to grow bigger and bigger on the inside as new rooms or spaces are discovered.

The show has also been prone to some odd resets, as entire storylines from earlier seasons are not quite retconned but certainly discarded. In season two, Colin, subject to his own peculiar and unknown biological life cycle, ails and dies. In season three he is reborn, and raised through adolescence by Laszlo, before arriving at adulthood with no memory of the transition. (This wryly points to the way sitcoms that are stuck in a rut might shake things up with the introduction of a baby.) The ideological impulse under the sitcom format structurally may be seen as conservative, falling back into the familiar and unable to get traction on meaningful change, leaving its subjects to make do and accept their lot (Mintz 1985). Here that rhythm, and those limitations, enrich an understanding of the vampires’ immortality (and their uselessness!) and form the series’ comic underpinnings.

This creates problems for Guillermo, who offers the audience an emotional anchor. Queer, misunderstood, shy, low status, and full of want, Guillermo starts the series desperate to become a vampire and to be recognised as an equal, if only oblivious Nandor will recognise his potential and grant his wish. It’s a “will they, won’t they” storyline, ripped straight from the romantic comedy playbook (Lord and Hogan 2024), but there is something a little tragic about Guillermo’s character development over the seasons. He learns that he comes from a long line of vampire hunters, which puts him at odds with his beloved master. He is “promoted” from familiar to bodyguard (with very few changes in duties) and eventually has his wish granted, but he struggles with his new vampire identity. He seems to have a closer connection to the film crew than the vampires, but his vulnerabilities are more on display. More than anyone, he finds himself back where he started. The vampires are happy in their elastic afterlife, but Guillermo chafes against various thwarted ambitions. His frustration that nothing ever changes becomes resignation, until he’s able to engage in some drastic soul-searching that honours his character’s vulnerabilities; physician, heal thyself. A dynamic that could be seen as repressive, or even a sideways act of queerbaiting, takes on a different and more complex cast.

These beats and returns manifest in other ways. One of Shadows’s most striking contributions has been its approach to mockumentary. The 2014 film framed itself as an expose of a secret society of the undead, in which the intrepid crew, sometimes protected by crucifixes, gained access to something secret and dangerous. The series, too, is framed as an ongoing documentary about vampires, although for whom (and why) is never really answered. For the most part, the series adopts the conventions of what Brett Mills (2004) has described as “cinema verité.” This refers to a style of situation comedy that embraces the language of observational, fly-on-the-wall documentaries for narrative, comic and aesthetic effect. This includes shows like The Office, Parks and Recreation, or Abbott Elementary, which draw from the conventions of documentary form. These shows combine “candid” and hand-held footage and techniques (such as obvious, clumsy zooms) with cutaways and direct-to-camera interviews, even if they are also highly selective in the ways that they acknowledge the diegetic presence of the cameras or even the rationale for the crew’s presence. In What We Do in the Shadows, these features work to fabricate a sense of factuality that comes into comic friction with the show’s ridiculous conceit – namely, that we are following the filming of a “real” documentary (of sorts) about actual vampires who exist relatively normally in the “real world.” This is enriched by the series’ frequent use of other fabricated or altered media, such as paintings and photographs, to establish the vampires’ history and relationships.

As the series progresses, this form offers creative opportunities. Characters frequently engage with the diegetic camera (and the unseen crew), and therefore the audience, in a manner that heightens dramatic and situational irony, and occasionally drives the narrative.  It contributes to the vampires’ characterisation, notably that they are quite happy to be tailed by a crew because they are both naïve and narcissistic; why wouldn’t people want to see the minutiae of vampires’ everyday lives? Over time, the series incorporates other forms of (found) footage in novel ways, including material from surveillance and security cameras, local government meetings, video conferences, social media, behind-the-scenes material, news broadcasts, and – most impressively, in the season 4 episode “Go Flip Yourself” – reality television.

nandor in “P I Undercover: New York” of what we do in the shadows (season 6, episode 8)

In the final season, this becomes delightfully meta, as in a narrative arc which follows Guillermo into a job at a shady venture capital firm, where his terrible boss is convinced the camera crew is there for him – much to the amusement of the vampires. In the episode “P I Undercover: New York” (season 6, episode 8), the vampires discover that their street and the exterior of the “vampire residence” have been appropriated by a television film crew who are filming a crime police procedural. Nandor and Laszlo must balance their anger at the disruption (including a crew truck damaging their backyard) with Guillermo’s fandom of the show, but despite declaring war on the crew, they become increasingly invested in being involved behind the scenes. Beyond the overt visibility of the workings of a television show, there’s a deeper joke here too, about hyperreality and representation in film locations. The show within a show is using Staten Island to stand in for elsewhere in New York, even as establishing shots of the exterior of the vampire residence are Cranfield House in Riverdale in season 1, then of the Jared S Torrance House in South Pasadena, with other exteriors filmed on a set in Toronto, all of it “authentically” captured by the fictional crew.

This all pays off beautifully in the show’s well-pitched final episode, which finally addresses, head on, the show’s guiding conceit. It’s a finale about a finale, which also intertextually references another notable television finale about the nature of televisual reality. It finally interrogates the role that the presence of the documentary crew has had on the lives of the vampires, who are perhaps more media savvy than we have given them credit for, and on Guillermo in particular, given his various identity crises. It asks questions about how we fashion ourselves for the screen and how this impacts our sense of self. For the vampires, maybe this has just been another entertaining diversion; for Guillermo, maybe not. It’s an impressive and deeply satisfying play that ensures that Shadows ends meaningfully on its own terms, while honouring its sitcom and mockumentary forms – something that rarely happens in comparable shows.

This conclusion challenges other comparable shows to make more of the mockumentary format. Here, it is something that informs narrative, theme and character. I can drive action, rather than just respond to it – especially as this resolution asks challenging questions about what it is that Guillermo has wanted all along. In the world of story, perhaps nothing ever changes, but in terms of its wider cultural impact, What We Do in the Shadows has certainly changed a lot.

 

Works Cited

Bacon, Simon. “Introduction.” Spoofing the Vampire: Essays on Bloodsucking Comedy, edited by Simon Bacon, McFarland & Company, Inc., Publishers, 2022, pp. 12–35.

Lord, Kristin, and Kourtnea Hogan. “Gay Vampires: Metaphor, the Erotic and Homophobia in Film and Televison.” The Palgrave Handbook of the Vampire, edited by Simon Bacon, Springer International Publishing, 2024, pp. 1087–102, https://doi.org/10.1007/978-3-031-36253-8_47.

Mills, Brett. “Comedy Verite: Contemporary Sitcom Form.” Screen, vol. 45, no. 1, Mar. 2004, pp. 63–78, https://doi.org/10.1093/screen/45.1.63.

Mintz, Lawrence E. “Ideology in the Television Situation Comedy.” Studies in Popular Culture, vol. 8, no. 2, 1985, pp. 42–51, https://www.jstor.org/stable/23412949.

 

Biography

Erin Harrington is a Senior Lecturer Above the Bar in critical and cultural theory in the English department of the University of Canterbury Te Whare Wānanga o Waitaha, Aotearoa New Zealand, where she coordinates the Cultural Studies programme. She is the author of Women, Monstrosity and Horror Film: Gynaehorror (Routledge 2018), and has published on topics including female-directed horror anthologies, New Zealand horror, horror comedy, horror and theatre, and connections between horror and contemporary art practice. She is currently completing a monograph on transnational comedy horror, mockumentary form, and the What We Do in the Shadows universe for Auteur (Liverpool University Press). She sits on the editorial boards of the peer-reviewed journal Horror Studies and Edinburgh University Press’s 21st Century Horror series. She also sits on the board of trustees of the books and ideas festival WORD Christchurch and appears regularly as an arts critic and commentator.

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‘Emmys Watch 2025’ showcases critical responses to the series nominated for Outstanding Drama, Outstanding Comedy, and Outstanding Limited Series at that 77th Primetime Emmy Awards. Contributions to this theme explore critical understandings of some series nominated in these categories.


Adolescence is probably going to do very well at this year’s Emmys. It has been nominated for 13 awards including Outstanding Limited Series or Anthology and broke viewership records for Netflix with 66.3 million views in two weeks. The series was widely praised for performances from Stephan Graham, Erin Doherty, Ashley Walters, and Owen Cooper (all of whom are also nominated) as well as its ‘innovative’ use of long-takes and ‘real-time’ storytelling to explore deeply confronting subject matter.

It is hard to deny the cultural impact of Adolescence. In the weeks following its release came a surge of lengthy editorials, features, and think pieces from outlets such as The Guardian, Australian Broadcasting Corporation (ABC), The New York Times, and The Conversation. In their Emmy coverage this year, the The New York Times described Adolescence as a “hit Netflix series turned water-cooler talker” (2025). The show certainly raises important questions—sexism (violent or not) is a terrible cultural problem that can have a wide range of devastating effects. In this respect, the final scenes of the series are confronting: Eddie (Stephan Graham), sobbing in his son’s bed, wonders what we could have done differently. As an audience, we are also forced to consider this question without being told a clear answer.

eddie approaches his son’s room in episode 4 of adolescence

eddie in his son’s room in episode 4 of adolescence

If Adolescence is to win big, it’s almost guaranteed that acceptance speeches will stress the importance of the on-going dialogue and conversations that came from the show. It is precisely these public conversations—and television’s role in public discourse—that I am interested in. These conversations are what will likely endure in our collective memory, perhaps more so than the show itself.  However, I cannot help but feel that these conversations that were had around Adolescence were subsumed into a more simplistic rhetoric about social media restriction. 

The paratexts generated by a TV show are in some cases as important as the programme itself.  In his work on True Detective (2014), Michael Albrecht makes this very case. He analysed the lively public debates about whether the show was plainly misogynist or if it was, instead, a layered critique of misogyny. This played out in outlets like The Guardian, The New Yorker, and Jezabel. For Albrecht, this question is of secondary importance to the discussions the show prompted. He suggests that,

Conversations that at one point might have been confined to the academy or to leftist enclaves ascend to the mainstream through the convergence of multiple media and the confluence of a multiplicity of voices. True Detective thus became a discursive point of convergence for problematising masculinity and the ways in which prestige television intersects with discourses of toxic masculinity. (2020, p. 23)

Albrecht’s work echoes valuable insights about the often-underappreciated role that paratexts and news coverage play in television’s contribution to cultural discourses. In fact, this insight is even more pronounced in the programming logics of streaming platforms such as Netflix. There is an observable pattern of short-lived ‘buzzy’ programmes—typically limited series that are provocative and culturally resonant—that receive short but intense bursts of attention on social media and in the press. Take, for example, recent programmes such as Baby Reindeer (2024), Inventing Anna (2022) or Monster: The Lyle and Erik Menendez Story (2024). It is possible that more people have read about Adolescence than have watched it the full way through.

In the case of Adolescence, these cultural discourses have extended to policy makers and world leaders. British Prime Minister Keir Starmer talked openly about the ‘difficulty’ he had watching the show (Youngs, 2025). Both he and Australian Prime Minister Anthony Albanese suggested that it should be shown in secondary school as an educational tool against the ‘manosphere’. A statement from Starmer’s office states that the show will “help students better understand the impact of misogyny, dangers of online radicalisation and the importance of healthy relationships”.

These deep-seated cultural problems around violence, misogyny, and masculinity are not new, and they are certainly not easy to ‘fix’. Starmer said as much when he discussed the show—“[there is no] silver bullet response” or “policy lever that can be pulled.” Additionally, in various press engagements, co-showrunner Jack Thorne was careful to stress that there is no “one reason” Jamie Miller is the way that he is. Rather, it is constellation of complicated social, cultural, and personal factors.  However, the show comes at a critical time when governments across the world are seriously considering social media bans for young people. Something that is sold to voters as a kind of silver bullet.

In Australia, my writing context, young people (under 16 y/o) will soon be banned from using social media (with adults required to undertake age-verification). Similar social media restrictions are also being considered in countries such as the United Kingdom, Norway, France, Italy, and the United States. In fact, showrunner Jack Thorne is often cited as an advocate for these types of bans with headlines such as “Adolescence writer suggests social media ban for kids” (BBC), and “Adolescence Has People Talking. Its Writer Wants Lawmakers to Act” (NYT). It is in this global context that we might worry that Adolescence has been dangerously integrated into panics about violent youth, and discourses that oversimplify dangerous, everyday cultural misogyny as easily ‘fixable’ through social media restriction.

Indeed, writers often praised Adolescence for its layered exploration of youth crime, and illumination of danger that social media poses to teenagers. Articles from The Conversation (AU & UK), The Guardian, and The ABC commended the programme for identifying the true depths of toxic male communities and the way that they are influencing teenage boys. In an article for The Conversation (AU), Kate Cantrell and Susan Hopkins suggest that Adolescence exposes the “darkest corners” of “incel culture and male rage.” They suggest that,

At the centre of the show’s broken heart is a devastating truth: the most dangerous place in the world for a teenager is alone in their bedroom. Trapped in the dark mirror of social media, Jamie—like a growing number of teenage boys—turns to the digital ‘manosphere’ and the grim logic of online misogynists. (Cantrell & Hopkins 2025) 

Indeed, teenage boys were often described as especially susceptible to online radicalisation in coverage. In review of Adolescence published by The Guardian, Michael Hogan writes that,

Adolescence lays bare how an outwardly normal but inwardly self-loathing and susceptible youngster can be radicalised without anyone noticing. His parents recall Jamie coming home from school, heading straight upstairs, slamming his bedroom door and spending hours at his computer. They thought he was safe. They thought he was doing the right thing. It’s a scenario which will ring bells with many parents.

While much of this discussion does highlight the insecurities and vulnerabilities that come along with the normative, heterosexist embodiments of masculinity, there is also a sense of urgency. There is an understanding that problems identified in Adolescence have been building for years and have now reached a boiling point. We are invited to view violent misogyny as something intrinsically connected to social media and the internet. In this sense, there is an implication that it is solvable through restriction and regulation.

As such, I can’t help but feel as though there is something missing in the conversations that have surrounded Adolescence so far. Its forecasted Emmys successes signal something of a victory lap for not just the show, but for a kind-of nobility and honesty to incite such pressing cultural discourse: and therein lies a risk that turning to television to drive policy debate paints an incomplete picture. In the case of Adolescence, we risk sweeping up complicated and controversial social media bans into the show’s ongoing applause.   

Of course, social media can pose risks to young people. However, misogyny was not invented there, and the roots of Jamie’s are embedded into our society. It is important that we remember that gendered violence, above all else, is a cultural problem. An element of the Adolescence which I found particularly interesting was its focus on the mundane and ordinary aspects of the Miller’s life. Through spending time with them, we saw glimpses of just how pervasive and normalised sexism is in the everyday. By framing Adolescence through the urgent lens of social media bans, we lose an opportunity to consider something deeper. That is, a deeper reflection on the place of gender and masculinity in our society.

References

Albrecht, M 2020, ‘You ever wonder if you’re a bad man?: Toxic masculinity, paratexts and think pieces circulating around season one of HBO’s True Detective.’ Critical Studies in Television, vol. 15, no. 1, pp. 7-24.

Cantrell, S, Hopkins K 2025, “Adolescence is a technical masterpiece that exposes the darkest corners of incel culture and male rage”, The Conversation, March 19. Available at https://theconversation.com/adolescence-is-a-technical-masterpiece-that-exposes-the-darkest-corners-of-incel-culture-and-male-rage-252390 

Hogan, M 2025, “Unnervingly on-the-nose: Why Adolescence is such powerful TV that it could save lives”, The Guardian, March 17. Available at https://www.theguardian.com/tv-and-radio/2025/mar/17/adolescence-netflix-powerful-tv-could-save-lives

Lemer, J, Ketibuah-Foley, J 2025 “Adolescence writer suggests social media ban for kids”, BBC, 21 March. Available at https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c3vwye69yxwo

Marshall, A 2025 “Adolescence has people talking. Its writer wants lawmakers to act”, The New York Times, March 24. Available at https://www.nytimes.com/2025/03/24/arts/television/adolescence-netflix-smartphones.html

Razik, N, Gallagher, A 2025, “Why Anthony Albanese wants all Australian kids to watch Adolescence”, SBS News, 28 April. Available at https://www.sbs.com.au/news/article/pm-praises-adolescence-and-says-australias-gendered-violence-response-isnt-working/pu2w4js02

Taylor, D 2025, “Adolescence Earns 13 Emmy Nominations, Including Nod for Owen Cooper”, The New York Times, 15 July. Available at https://www.nytimes.com/2025/07/15/arts/television/adolescence-netflix-emmy-nominations.html

Youngs, I 2025, ‘Adolescence hard to watch as a dad, Starmer tells creators’, BBC, 1 April. Available at https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cx28neprdppo

 

Biography

Alexander Beare (He/him) is a Lecturer in Media at the University of Adelaide. His research specialises in streaming television, audience cultures, and gender. He is the author of The New Audience for Old TV (Routledge 2024) and has published with Television and New Media, Critical Studies in Media Communication, and Critical Studies in Television.

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Fandom: Leverage
Pairings/Characters: Maggie Collins, Eliot Spencer, Alec Hardison, Parker (Leverage), Amy Palavi
Rating: General Audiences
Length: 711 words
Creator Links: [archiveofourown.org profile] Hagar
Theme: food & cooking, gen

Summary: Her ex-husband's associates are occasionally useful. For example, when Maggie has a really bad feeling about her latest client.

Reccer's Notes:
Maggie visits the brewpub looking for help regarding a client of hers. It's lovely how the food she is served there acts as kind of character description for the relationship between her, Eliot, Hardison and Parker.

Fanwork Links: What friends are for on ao3

9/11

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I always remember sweet_ali who first put up this virtual candle in memory of the friends she lost.
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Quote of the Day:

I'm always alive to the possibility -- anytime there's a good poem there, I leave everything else and write the poem. Sometimes it comes thicker and faster than others, but there's never been a period in my life when I haven't had my antennae out ready to receive a poem.

—Thomas Disch, interview in Strange Horizons (2001)



Today's Writing:

Not as many words as yesterday — not quite 250 — but good ones! \o/


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Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi
Pairings/Characters: Gen; M/M; Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian; Lan Yuan, Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, OCs
Rating: General Audiences
Length: 2,442 words
Content Notes: No Archive Warnings Apply, anonymous author, autobiographical incident, Chinese diaspora feels, inappropriate choice of rabbit food, racist microaggression, secondhand embarrassment
Creator Tags:
Based on a True Story, yes my mom really couldn't find a basic cake and so we had to go with bread, Fluff, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Baking, Icing, Frosting, AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHH THOSE ARE TAGS, Michael's (the store) makes a big appearance, Father's Day, but idc if it's not father's day yet, I was inspired, Inspired by Real Events
Creator Links: none
Theme: Food & Cooking, Cultural Differences, Family, Fluff, Modern AU, Slice of Life

Summary: In which Sizhui and his Baba ice a loaf of bread for Father's Day (plus some angst, but we don't really have to get into specifics do we?)

Author’s Notes:

something i wrote while having writers block

enjoy

(also stay safe and wash your hands and quit going outside if you are)

this isn't really asian rep it just happened when i was 10 and i typed for two hours also its may and here we are with a fictionalized crackheaded version of what happened

yes there were mean girls

… lan zhan's the one getting the cake because his personality's the closest to my dad's but like my dad cut off the frosting and we ended up using the bread for other stuff


Reccer’s Notes: The Chinese-American author posted this anonymously on 8 May 2020 for U.S. Asian and Pacific Islander Month, apologizing that “this isn’t really asian rep”; given that the canon creator is Asian, her target audience is Asian, the characters are Asian, and the OP is Asian fictionalizing their Asian family’s real-life experience, I personally don’t see how it can avoid being Asian Rep.

The author’s self-consciousness—both at the time of writing and in retrospect—is flying from the ramparts, and arguably an integral part of the story. They never did emerge from anonymity, and they’ve since deleted the story—which is a shame, because this is a valid slice-of-life in the Lynda Barry vein, with the OP’s imaginary friends as proxies. Since there seems to be no identifying information that could be used to trace them, I don’t think posting a Wayback Machine capture will expose them to further embarrassment.

And let’s not be like the Mean Girls at Michael’s, okay?

Fanwork links: a loaf of bread is not a substitute for a blank cake

Forging Ghost is Moving to the AO3!

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Forging Ghost, a Spike/Angel fanfiction archive, is being imported to the Archive of Our Own (AO3).

In this post:

Background explanation

Forging Ghost was a Yahoo! Group dedicated to fanfiction for Spike/Angel from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel: the Series. Ghostsforge, the moderator, preserved Forging Ghost when Yahoo! Groups was shut down in 2019 and asked Open Doors for assistance in importing its works to AO3.

The purpose of the Open Doors Committee’s Online Archive Rescue Project is to assist moderators of archives to incorporate the fanworks from those archives into the Archive of Our Own. Open Doors works with moderators to import their archives when the moderators lack the funds, time, or other resources to continue to maintain their archives independently. It is extremely important to Open Doors that we work in collaboration with moderators who want to import their archives and that we fully credit creators, giving them as much control as possible over their fanworks. Open Doors will be working with Ghostsforge to import Forging Ghost into a separate, searchable collection on the Archive of Our Own. As part of preserving the archive in its entirety, all fanart currently in Forging Ghost will be hosted on the OTW’s servers, and embedded in their own AO3 work pages.

We will begin importing works from Forging Ghost to the AO3 after September. However, the import may not take place for several months or even years, depending on the size and complexity of the archive. Creators are always welcome to import their own works and add them to the collection in the meantime.

What does this mean for creators who had work(s) on Forging Ghost?

We will send an import notification to the email address we have for each creator. We’ll do our best to check for an existing copy of any works before importing. If we find a copy already on the AO3, we will add it to the collection instead of importing it. All works archived on behalf of a creator will include their name in the byline or the summary of the work.

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Fandom: Dark Shadows

Pairings/Characters: Roger Collins, CC Female, Which Would Give Away Too Much If Named

Rating: G

Length: 2,394 words

Creator Links: AO3 Profile

Theme: Food & Cooking

Summary: Roger meets a friend for dinner who shares his discomfort regarding marriages.

Reccer's Notes: Roger remains one of my favorite Dark Shadows characters, acted superbly by Louis Edmonds, a veteran of stage costume dramas. He always wears period clothing with impeccable insouciance despite figure-hugging trousers, wing collars, and Victorian handlebar moustaches. In this fic, we see how much food presents an opportunity for revealing, soul searching reflections with a sympathetic friend, in fact so much that they don't even eat until the last paragraph or so. The universality of sharing food provides a letting down of the hair, so to speak, voluminous in his friend's case and not-so-much in his. There's an absolutely delightful twist at fic's end. Also, the AO3 profile mentions Author's website, WickerManStudios which contains stories along with more personal content.

Fanwork Links: Mysterious Circumstances
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Whew! Now ensconced in Hay-on-Wye for our pre-planned rest day between finishing the organized hike and spending a week on our own on the coast, first in Fishguard and then in Aberystwyth.

We had booked the cab driver who's been bringing our luggage from place to place (Sharon) to give us a lift partway along our second-to-last hike, from Knighton to Kington. She remarked that a lot of the hikers with our company do that, so she'd gotten curious and looked at their website, and boggled a bit at how strenuous the hikes are! She dropped us off at a beautiful meadow beside a stream, and off we went again.

I don't think I have anything in particular to say about the hike? It was fun and gorgeous, it didn't rain on us until the last half hour or so, we met lots of other hikers coming the other way (and often their dogs), including some our age or older who were backpacking all their luggage with them, wow. They did specify that they're staying in B&Bs, not camping, but even so that's much more than I'd want to carry, not to mention clamber up steep wooded hillsides in storm winds and hail with! Of course, they may be doing much gentler hikes. Anyway.

We walked through innumerable sheep fields, although possibly not any cattle fields that day. There's pork on every menu but we haven't seen any signs of pig farming, except that just after Sharon dropped us off, as we were getting ourselves oriented and booting up the navigation app, a truckload of pigs went along the road; we couldn't see them but we could hear them snorting.

The trail mostly parallels Offa's Dyke; sometimes it runs atop it, but apparently that has really contributed to its erosion. Still, Geoff did have me climb up on a scenic bit so that he could get a photo of what he wanted to call "hot dyke-on-Dyke action." I pointed out that I'm bi, not lesbian, and have never identified as a dyke, and he admitted my point but still wanted the picture. I made him promise not to tell that joke in public, and yet here I am, posting it!

(Today he took a picture of me by the River Wye that he has captioned "Wye Shoshanna? Wye not?" I told him that, considering I named our wifi network "Because Fi," he could have that one for free.)

Food in general has been...fine. Most of the B&Bs offer the basic British full breakfast of an egg, a sausage, some beans and/or black pudding, some bacon, a grilled tomato half, and some toast, plus a self-serve spread of cold cereal and sometimes yogurt or something. There will also be a vegetarian version. (The first hotel we were in, in Bishop's Castle, had, among other things, whole almonds and dried apricots on the cereal-toppings bar, and we sneaked some for trail food. They also had a genuinely varied breakfast menu, and I got an excellent avocado toast with an egg. But it turns out that they spoiled us for the other places we've stayed.) Most of our dinners have been in the same hotel/pub/B&B we've been staying in; some were pre-reserved as part of the hike, presumably either as part of the deal between the hiking company and the hotel or just because the town was so small there weren't a lot of options so the hiking company wanted to ensure we'd be able to eat. (And indeed, most days we staggered in tired enough that we were very glad not to have to figure out what to do about dinner!) Anyway, over the days I've had a perfectly-decent-but-nothing-to-write-home-about pork roast in cider gravy; and a "sizzling chicken stir-fry" that turned out to be basically fajitas without the tortillas, except that the sauce was differently spiced; and something that was called a casserole but was much more like a loose stew. Geoff has had some good fish and chips and a nice pie and some tasty brisket and tagliatelle that was unfortunately mixed in with beans in a disappointing tomato sauce.

Two days ago was the day when, having had a shorter hike than usual because of getting a ride, we arrived at the hotel around 3:30 instead of collapsing through the door at 5:30, and the front entrance let us right into the bar, and on the end of the bar right in front of us as we came in was a glass cake stand displaying gorgeous wedges of Victoria slice. And I had a sudden craving. Geoff always has a pint of beer with dinner, and I often have a half; sometimes I haven't felt up to alcohol at all, especially our jetlagged first night, and once for a change I tried a local cider, but although I liked my initial taste of it it shrank on me (the opposite of "it grew on me") over dinner and by the end I found it nastily sour. But somehow as we arrived that afternoon I absolutely craved a big glass of rich red wine and a wedge of cake. So I had them! A made-that-morning Victoria slice, and a delicious fruity merlot that wouldn't be too tart next to it, and I had a very cozy happy slightly tipsy afternoon! And then that evening we had the best dinner we've had so far, one of the best meals in years. Their menu offered both a minted lamb shank and a hoisin roast duck, and we got them both and split them, and they were both amazing.

We'd told Sharon we'd want a lift partway on the next day as well, since the final hike, as planned, involved 830 meters of cumulative uphill, whereas the shortened option was only 510. But then we looked again at the distance; the full hike is 25 km/15½ miles, which is ridiculously more than we can do in a day, and we belatedly registered that even the shortened version was 17 km/10½ miles, which would still be quite a long day for us. And we checked the weather forecast that evening, and it was for wind and thundershowers all the next day; and when we checked again in the morning it had got even worse. And so we said fuck this, we've paid our dues, and called Sharon first thing in the morning to ask if she could just bring us all the way to Hay-on-Wye along with our luggage, and she said of course. Phew. We had pleasant conversation as we drove along; she said it was nice to actually meet some of the hikers whose bags she's always shifting! Her husband's a taxi driver as well -- I get the feeling that "Knighton Taxi" the company is just the two of them -- and their son drives a timber lorry for his father-in-law's company.

She also confirmed what we'd heard elsewhere: that it had been incredibly dry until this week, and the rain was desperately needed. Farmers have already been feeding their stock winter feed, because there's been nothing for them in the fields. So I don't begrudge the rain (as [personal profile] rydra_wong quite correctly commented, we are experiencing Authentic British Weather), although it is, er, personally inconvenient. Thank goodness my passport seems to have safely dried out!

Our B&B here, called "Rest for the Tired," is yet another centuries-old building; we're on the top floor/attic in what's basically a little suite, with a door leading to a little entrance hall with our bedroom on one side and our bathroom on another. All the beams and doorways are so low that Geoff has to be careful not to bang his head, and even I have to take the same care when coming down the stairs from our suite. As in most of the places we've stayed, there's just a shower stall, no tub, and this is the second place where the shower has an on-demand water heater with a separate, unmarked power supply that you have to know to look for and turn on before it will produce any water. At the first place Geoff, who had never seen that setup before, thought the shower was broken, but I showed him how it worked, having remembered it from decades-ago visits to the UK and having noticed an otherwise inexplicable pull cord in the bathroom. Here, we had seen a mysteriously unlabeled and rather intimidating red switch high up on the wall of our little hallway, outside the bathroom, and hadn't investigated because it looked, well, mysterious and official, like flicking it might cut off the house's power or something. But this morning I got up to take a shower while Geoff was still in bed, and when the on-demand water heater had no power light and did not respond to its On button, I investigated the mysterious switch with the help of standing on tippy toes and shining a flashlight on it, by which I could see that, whatever it was, it was set to Off. So I figured it was worth a try and switched it to On, whereupon the power light came on on the water heater and I was able to have a shower.

It's a functional but minimal shower stall, a big bathroom with zero counter or storage space anywhere near the pedestal sink but a huge counter and cabinet all the way on the other side of the room, and a toilet that only flushes if you pump the handle juuuust right, and then the plumbing shrieks and moans for a couple of minutes as it refills. And there's a nasty ammonia/cat pee smell in the back corner of the cabinet, under the sloping roof. Also it got quite chilly last evening, and although there are wall radiators in both the bedroom and the bathroom, they were ice cold. (And the bedroom window can't shut fully, because the latch mechanism is old and misaligned, and the wood of the window frame is rotted.) I googled to see if there might be any way to turn the radiators on ourselves, and got helpful web pages saying essentially, "It's easy to adjust these old-fashioned steam radiators! All you need is a pair of pliers, a wire, a needle, a towel and bucket, and access to the boiler!" So I eventually texted our host, an eighty-year-old woman named Mary.

Backtrack a moment: we had of course arrived hours earlier than expected, because we'd skipped the hike. The B&B building was unlocked but unstaffed; Sharon just heaved our bags into the front hallway, as is standard procedure. We poked around inside but didn't see anyone. A note taped to the door said that for B&B info before 4:00, ask at the bookshop next door (actually most of the ground floor of the same building, the B&B just has a narrow front hall and a stairway up); after 4:00, phone Mary at [number]. It was a little after 10, but the bookshop wasn't open, so we phoned Mary, who answered in a very energetic old-woman voice and said her cleaner would be in momentarily to show us our room. We didn't get the cleaner's name but she is also an energetic old woman, and rather deaf, to judge from the loudness of her voice. Mary also arrived as we were settling in and we chatted for a while. I am so glad these days to be able to answer "Where are you from?" with "Canada"! I mentioned that from here we would be catching a bus to Hereford, and she burst out that she was so glad I'd said it properly, "not like the awful way the Americans say it." Now I'm totally paranoid about saying it wrong!

Anyway, I texted Mary about getting some heat instead of phoning because it was almost seven pm at that point and I think of texts as much less intrusive than phone calls, especially at odd hours. But she didn't respond, so I texted her again at eight, and again she didn't respond; but at eight-thirty we found that the radiators had started putting out some heat: not much, but enough that I wasn't almost shivering any more. I texted once more just to say that everything was okay now. And then she phoned me at almost nine, not seeming to have read the texts but opening with "You called Rest for the Tired?" as though she were returning a missed call. I explained and we said goodnight, and then thirty seconds later she phoned back, returning the second text/call, not realizing I was the same person she'd just talked to. I had also initially texted Sharon, the taxi driver, to give her as much notice as possible that we wanted to change plans without interrupting her likely breakfast time, and then phoned when I hadn't heard back and it had reached a more reasonable hour, and she hadn't indicated she'd ever seen it. Maybe people here don't text routinely, the way people back home do?

Hay-on-Wye is famous for its bookstores, of which there are eighty gazillion, or possibly somewhere around 25-30. Mostly they're amazing warrens of used books numbering in the thousands, and if I ever read on paper any more I would probably be in heaven. They're a big reason Geoff wanted to spend an extra day here, but I'm already carrying two books he brought with him that don't fit in his pack, and if he wants to buy anything here he's going to have to have them ship it home. We wandered around town a bit yesterday and poked around several of them, but didn't do more than lightly browse. We also looked through the (much smaller, and new books rather than used) queer bookstore, delightfully named Gay on Wye, where I had fun standing in front of the romance and sf sections going "That author came out of fandom, and so did she, and so did she..."

COVID-related commentaryWe're not masking in our hotels/B&Bs, or at meals; we ate our very first dinner outside, but since then outdoor eating hasn't been feasible. And we've kind of let slide masking in shops, even when we could, partly because they often have their doors standing open. We haven't seen a single other person masking, although no one has been weird about it when we were. But being indoors unmasked when it's not necessary has been making me a bit uncomfortable (although we are using an antiviral nasal spray, for whatever good it may do), so I remarked on it to Geoff yesterday and he agreed that we would go back to masking when feasible. And the very next shop we went into, which was Gay on Wye, as we were just leaving after looking around for a while, pondering souvenirs and gifts, spotting fan authors gone pro, etc., I heard the guy at the register telling a customer/friend, "I had COVID last week, and it's left me with walking pneumonia."

And I just. I mean. Brother, for your own sake you should be home in bed, not working, but I don't know if you get sick time, I don't know if you're broke, I don't know if there's anyone else to mind the shop, I don't know your life. But if you had COVID "last week" you are plausibly still contagious with it, plus the pneumonia, and you're not even masking? SURE AM GLAD WE WERE. That definitely reaffirmed to me that we should go back to being more careful, jesus.


We had dinner last night at a pub next door called the Three Tuns, in a building that dates back to the sixteenth century. Geoff had the decent but ultimately somewhat disappointing aforementioned brisket tagliatelle, and I had an excellent pizza with hot salami and nduja and chili oil. We looked for other options for tonight, but everything we found nearby was either lunch-only (most of the restaurants in town), or disproportionately pricy, or basically a sports bar, or in one case had a series of terrifyingly bad Tripadvisor reviews within the last few months, so we're just going back there tonight; it's decent and convenient.

Today was the weekly town market! So after we made the mistake of having breakfast at our B&B -- I mean, it was fine, it was the usual "full English breakfast" except without beans because Mary despises them, it's just that that meant we were full when we went to the market -- we went to browse the market! Lots of fantastic breads and pastries, lots of veg and meat, a cheesemonger with it must have been at least thirty kinds of cheese, lots of pies, lots of jams and preserves, lots of clothes, plus everything from handmade soaps to jewelry to beautifully carved wooden canes. We admired many many things, and then decided to stock ourselves for a picnic lunch on a riverside walk. Geoff got a chicken, gammon, and jalapeno pie, and also a chocolate almond croissant (filled with almond paste and covered with sliced almonds, and then covered on top of that with chocolate and chocolate chips); I got a ciabatta roll and a small wedge of a cheese called Ticklemore that was described (I took a picture of the little display sign) as "mild, delicate cheese with a firm, slightly crumbly texture; citrus, grass, and earthy notes," and also a peach. Then we stopped back at the B&B to fill a water bottle and set out for the riverside.

It was almost strange to be setting out on a gentle stroll, with no time pressure, no expectation of strenuousness, and no intention of being out more than a couple of hours! We sauntered along the wooded riverside path, occasionally seeing the river between the trees (once seeing what may have been a heron) and also seeing some really skillful life-size carvings in tree trunks and stumps: a fox carved sitting on a stump, so realistic that for the first split second we thought it might be real; an owl atop another tall trunk and another owl peering out of a hole; and a bird of prey in mid-flight, depicted as just skimming with its talons the tree trunk it had been carved out of.

Eventually the path opened up into a large meadow, and we took advantage of a sunny interval to sit on a conveniently placed bench, looking out across the meadow and river, and eat. My cheese was delicious; Geoff's croissant was ridiculously over the top but also delicious in its own way. So restful! So civilized! So not being hailed on! Although it did rain, briefly but torrentially, on our way home; we just sheltered under a tree in the lee of a church wall for ten or fifteen minutes until it passed. And then we came back to the B&B to lounge about, and blog, and also we need to repack our bags because, being here for a whole two consecutive nights, we have somehow let them explode all over the room, and tomorrow morning we have to haul our own luggage for the first time in almost a week, onto a bus and then a train to our next stop, the coastal town of Fishguard.

We did have a fun conversation with Mary over breakfast this morning. She checked that we'd eventually been warm enough last night, and told us that when she was little, her family lived in an old castle -- until the roof fell in when she was five, and then they moved to what they called the mini-mansion, what had originally been the dower house or similarly associated building, I forget exactly what she said; it had had only twenty-six rooms(!), but they only used a small part of the house. And it was always cold; there was a fireplace at each end of the house, but unless they had company there was only ever a fire in one of them -- "and no more logs on the fire after nine pm!" her grandmother would bark. The kids slept in a huge old iron bedstead, two at one end and two at the other, heads in different directions, under layers and layers of quilts. The place got much warmer after her family eventually had the front door replaced and the whole front sill rebuilt; the old door had broken and rotted through in holes. And they eventually replaced the old, old window glass and crumbling window frames with new frames and triple-pane insulated windows. But when she was a child...wow. And, I mean, if she's eighty or so (we didn't ask, but she mentioned that her husband is 88), that was in the 1950s -- that's not so long ago!

(It occurs to me now that it did not occur to me then to ask about the plumbing in her childhood home. Now I'm curious!)

She also told more stories of terrible American tourists she's encountered: people who were rude or demanding. She tends to trail off a little and leave things to implication rather than being brutally specific, but she had a great deal to say about the American woman who complained vociferously that there was no refrigerator in her room ("This is a B&B. If you want a refrigerator, go to a hotel") and then couldn't find her boots and accused Mary's husband of stealing them. "Are you sure you didn't pack them in your bag?" asked Mary; "you did arrive here by taxi, not on foot." "Of course I didn't pack them," snapped the woman, "do you think I'm stupid?" "Well, let me help you look," said Mary, upended the woman's bag and dumped everything out, and lo, there were her boots. "I think you owe me an apology," said Mary, but she didn't get one. There were more stories about that woman, too; but apparently her traveling companion was lovely, sent Mary a beautiful little painting she'd done from a photo she'd taken of the B&B (Mary showed it to us), and still sends her Christmas cards! The two women hadn't even known each other before deciding to travel together.

Now I need to wrap this up and do a little packing before we go to dinner!

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