Just finished having a Torchwood night with the family. I seem to have got them into it! All the joys now I have the DVDs !!So, my family have now decided that they like my taste in TV series, and have asked if we can watch Torchwood every night until we finish it.... Then if we can watch Doctor Who or Supernatural. Well, I obviously agreed! I get to spend time with my family, glued to the TV screen, watching something I like! PERFECT!

I managed to read a bit more of Tolkien tonight, and I read the introduction of the Sherlock Holmes collection, and now I know an awful lot about Conan Doyle! I was surprised when I read that publishers turned his books down.

Ah, some wonderful pictures of my book and my hoard I got today.
The Complete Sherlock Holmes (Barnes & Noble Leather-bound Classic) Front
Ah, and the back is the most beautiful, there is no blurb but patterns and snippets relating to the famous detective!
 A further study of the front of the book, has old tinted pages, and a gold fabric bookmark.
First page, always interesting. Again, snippets of the detective (Violin, pipe, poison etc.)

And finally my amazing hoard, straight from amazon! An amazing website which I would be lost without! (Cost £204.45-Not too bad, but still dented my pocket!)

Anyway, I was very very happy with my hoard! And I hope to stock up on more stuff (DVD's, Books, Music, ANYTHING) whenever I gain some more money, hopefully soon.

Goodnight, my friends.
 
 Not all those who wander are lost

The game is afoot!

Ah, hello again chaps'. It is I, Steph here to share with you the joys of what happened today. It was an average day  of school, and was just normal. And when I got home I was greeted with a huge box from amazon, as you could expect I ripped the wrapping off and found many many good things inside which I had ordered a few days ago:
Doctor Who Seasons 1-7 part 1
Supernatural Seasons 1-7
The entire Torchwood collection
Third Star. (Bring on the tears)
And, lastly. Conan Doyle's entire Sherlock Holmes collection!

My day has been made by this package arriving, I had hoped for it on Monday, but that doesn't matter! With the long awaited Easter holidays getting closer, I now have things to watch and definitely something to read. 

I have already finished the introduction of ACD's Sherlock Holmes, and I know quite a lot about ACD's life now. And that his books were rejected by many publishers, (which shocks me, but well, if they could see how the books have flowered now, they should be sorry). 
It is also good to know that his works inspired many famous authors such as Agatha Christie and P. D. James.

I must be off, 221b Baker Street awaits me. And so does a Consulting Detective and his Army Doctor...

Anyway,
Sherlock Season 3 started filming today.(Omfg, excited)
Mark Gatiss tweeted that the first episode shall be called 'The Empty Hearse'. Which is wordplay on Doyle's chapter 'The Empty House' In which Sherlock comes back from the dead.
They have been in Cardiff filming today.
And im done *snores* NIGHT!;3

So my English work was to write an entry for a blog about what you love... WELL.
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When I get home from a long, stressful and somewhat painful day of school I like to sit by my radiator, with a cup of tea and a good book, and be able to read for an hour or so. Now, reading has always been my 'thing', and I find it a pleasure and a comfort that books are always there for me.
But why is reading so amazing, I hear you ask.
I love reading so much as they take me away and they throw and pull me into the story and the plot, dragging me through every war, every crime scene and every mystery. They capture me. I sometimes forget that I am reading and I stop seeing words on paper but a movie, in my head. It doesn't matter what sort of book they are, any book will enthrall me.
So my recent endeavor in the literature world has been Tolkien, and I am so very close to finishing 'The Fellowship Of The Ring' having completed The Hobbit in less than a day. A lot of people said that the plots were hard to follow but I had no such difficulty, as yet again I found myself dragged into the new and bizarre story of middle-earth. When I finish Tolkien's collection I still have a wide range of unread books to choose from as I end up buying a few new books every few days. Only the other day I purchased almost all of George R.R.Martin's 'A Song of Fire and Ice' collection, which I plan on reading after Tolkien. I also ordered Conan Doyle's entire Sherlock Holmes collection, which I have been wanting to get my hands on for quite a while.
I always have something to read.
Nowadays I find myself reading whenever and wherever I can: Everyday when I get home; In cars or buses, no matter the length of the journey; And also in Norwich, when I go up at the weekends on my own, In places such as McDonald's where I end up buying a coffee and reading for a few hours.I find it relaxing.
I find it incredibly annoying, however, that we no longer read at the start of English lessons in school anymore. It is also annoying how the school library has so limited space.But nevertheless I find myself still, reading in the ICT suites with my friends or outside on the benches, school is not an obstacle my reading obsession will stop at.
Writing has also always been an interest to me. But when I compare whatever I write to other peoples work on the internet, I tend to give up and read their works instead. The books I read do not even have to be published and printed and I often find myself reading other peoples work on blogs,AO3 or even fanfiction.net .I find it amazing that there are people out there, who are my age, and are able to write pieces of work so...Well written, that they have the same affect on me as published authors: They pull me in.
So in this way, I am also commemorating writers and writing. As well as books. They are the best things to of happened to me, and although others may find them dull and boring, I find them to be treasures that we must cherish.

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I watched Third Star today.
It is an amazingly moving film, and its incredibly sad. It is marked as a 'comedy' but I don't see it as one. Its probably one of the saddest films I have watched. It has brilliant actors in it, and it feels real.
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"So I raise a morphine toast to you all, and, if you should happen to remember it's the anniversary of my birth, remember that you were loved by me and that you made my life a happy one. And there's no tragedy in that."
-James (Benedict Cumberbatch)
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So, James has cancer and it is terminal. Him and his friends walk (get carried) to a small bay, from James's past. When they get there James tells them that he wants to swim out into the bay, and let himself drown. And he does.
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The quote above is what is said at the end. 
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I know I said that I would post it on A03 later, but I couldn't resist sharing a chunk of my Sherlock Fanfic!!
So here it is, a chunk of  'The Reichenbach Effect'
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It had been a few months since the jump, his jump. John was sitting in the small armchair at 221b Baker Street, he was staring at Sherlock's empty chair again, just like every night. At first he tried to move on, he went out with some friends from university a few times. It ended badly, the first night he went out, someone was sitting at the bar, wearing a black coat; Blue scarf, he didn't even stop to think as he ran up behind the person and tapped them on the shoulder, after he saw the face he broke down in tears and sat on the floor for an hour or so, Mark (One of his old friends) had to pick him up and carry him outside. He hadn't left the house since. He just stays cooped up, reading and occasionally eating, when he feels like it. And now he was sitting, with no more books to read, and nothing to do but think. He stared, he stared at the empty space which once sat his friend, his best-friend. The chair he once sat on hadn't been touched, Mrs. Hudson had left the apartment alone, as had John. It was cluttered and there were empty food containers everywhere, rubbish everywhere, and untouched cups of tea on every surface. Mrs. Hudson had given up on trying to help John, so had everyone. Molly used to come over and see him every few days, but she stopped after a while, mainly because of the time John yelled at her. She was cleaning up some of the dishes in the kitchen and knocked one of Sherlock’s experiments on the floor... John went berserk and frightened her to death, that was three months ago.

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Well, Im not sure how its going to go, im not sure where i will lead it, but I would like it if you slipped in a comment or email me ideas!!!
-scrimmy_sez@yahoo.co.uk
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Well, no post for a while. I have been busy reading writing and Tumblring... Ive almost finished The Fellowship Of The Ring (By Tolkien) Which im really proud of, people said Tolkien was hard/confusing to read, but I still don't find it bad. His writing is amazing just...Beautiful!
John Green on the other hand has proceeded on hurting me with 'The Fault In Our Stars' Its overall a very depressing book, although well written (I will give him that). I advise that if you want to read it, prepare yourself for tears.
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I also finished The Hobbit a few weeks ago (Another Tolkien). I loved it, but it is more of a child's story, although it has a good plot and great characters!
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Im now sitting here with a cup of tea deciding what to write about, surprise surprise! Oh yeah. I GOT TICKETS FOR LONDON MCM COMIC CON. Im just so excited and happy about that! My family are also considering taking me to the Comic Con San Diego next year O<O. I cant control my #feels...
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Some people at school find me 'Sad' how i read a lot, write a lot, and would rather go to Comic Con than Morocco (Im talking to you Megan...). But, its what makes me happy, so I decided not to care about what people think about me, (not that I cared before)...
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Some more important news is that Sherlock Season 3 Is to begin filming at the end of the month, confirmed by Martin himself. The dashboard of my Tumblr has gone mad with this knowledge, and so have I! Although, it shouldn't be airing until December this year/January next.
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Some more news... Star Trek Into The Darkness should be out in cinemas on May 9th. So Thats another thing to be looking forwarded too! (We get to see Cumberbatch!)
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At the weekend I added some more books to my bookshelf, im going to start to read some George. R. R. Martin after I have finished Tolkien. So it wont be for quite a while!
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I also recently finished watching Graham Norton's Big Chat on iplayer. I have not laughed so hard in ages!
Here are some highlights which I enjoyed:

• The Gymnastics Competition on the stage, It was hilarious...
• Graham Norton showing Martin Freeman, Russel Howard and Richard Curtis some Johnlock fanart. Martin was sitting there grinning like a fool, enjoying it. Russel looked shocked. And Richard had to cover his eyes and just looked appalled! It was also past watershed so Graham was able to show the watchers the interesting art, it was good to see that he censored some of them with Red-Nose stickers.
• I also liked the start when Graham told Ronnie Corbett to 'Sit, sit down boy. There's a good Ronnie'

I suggest you watch it.

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And in my last bit of news today I shall say that I have started a Sherlock Fanfic,which will be posted on A03 As soon as I finish the first chapter!!

Today Ray Cusick died, he came up with the Daleks in Doctor Who, and i just thought i should mention him. RIP Ray...x You created something memorable!
     On Tuesday it would have been a year since my Mother died, im not sure how im supposed to feel about that. I guess im upset, but i don't feel it. I feel fine, and i haven't cried...

The day after her death was weird. I remember it all so clearly, the whole family came over, but still i seemed more attached to my friend. Since she had coped with me, the previous night. We went out for dinner, and had a carvery! It was nice, although i felt sick, we all felt sick. I barely ate although i had two puddings! The next few days were the hardest, going back to school and seeing all the people. Telling me that they were sorry for my loss. Although, it wasn't a loss... Not really, she wasn't really a mother to me, she was harsh and abusive. No one told me how she died  i find out by the news. Yes, the BBC and Sky news! Reporting on my mothers murder! And how the man she left my dad for, stabbed her in the chest. Making all the blood pour from her body!
     The police came round almost every month talking to us about the court case, and all things related. The DI even came to her funeral! How loyal of them. In November  we got the delightful news that he got 17 years in askaban (I mean prison). But we also received the news that he beat her, he abused her. He had been reported for domestic abuse before, but on the day she died, he neighbours complained about noise. The police went over, and all seemed fine, they did not spell Ian Hopes address correctly, so they did not know about the abuse. This meant that they let him off with a warning, instead of locking that dirty scumbag up straight away. Of course it wasn't their fault entirely, it was her fault for staying with that bastard.

I find laughing about it and joking about what happened, actually helps!

     We had come to some sort of an arrangement. In February 2012 police came round my house when i had my friend over, probably my only friend at that time. I knew something was wrong since they normally talked to all of us instead of just dad. Then when they left, and dad called me downstairs i knew what must of happened. I walked downstairs and sat down, Alex was sitting next to me and i had no idea how he would take it. The dad came in and simply said 'Your mother is dead. Her and Ian were in a fight.She is dead.' Alex sat there, emotionless, and i stared at the door. I hugged my dad and his girlfriend and i ran upstairs crying and i fell into my best friends arms. I blurted out what dad told me and we sat there for a while. Which wrecked our night of watching the Simpsons movie. We had an early night, and spent the next day with my family. I remember everything about that night, even now, a year later (almost).

I do not normally cry, hardly ever. She was not worth my tears, but i gave them anyway.

     The first time i saw her afterwards was in 2010, We met in Norwich. It was hard for me to see her, like everyone else, spend all her time fussing about Alex. Talking to Alex and leaving me out. Even though, im the only one who ever talks to her. But after a few visits she turned her attention to me. We talked about how life was going, and after a while she told me how her life was going. About her job in sainsburys, and then about 'him' and how 'nice' he was... She then asked about me living with her, I turned her down every time she asked. I could not live with the drunken bitch who abandoned me, abandoned us. It went like this for two years. It was hard and it was full of court dates and bitterness. By 2012 she had blackmailed and threatened our family.She wanted me and Alex, and she said that she would go through any means to get us. She swore down the phone, she always drunk called and finally, she went to court asking for none ..And the house, it was around this time my dads girlfriend had moved into our house, and she was willing to pay my mother the £50,000 she wanted. The court declined this, we didn't have to pay her until we sold the house (if we sold it) and we would have to give her half of anything.

     The most difficult times for us were when we ran out of electricity in the afternoon. It was still sunny, but by the time we got to the shop it was pitch black. One day, when we were sure that she wasn't coming back, we got some money and went to the phone-box down the road. We called my Grandmother and she immediately came over. I had to explain everything to her, the phones, the phone calls... Everything. I also had to explain everything to the police,therapists,and all my family and family friends.
     About three weeks went by and I was about to start school again, when we got a call from her. She apologized over and over again, and said she was happier in Newcastle. She asked to talk to me and Alex, dad didn't let her, and frankly i wanted nothing to do with her. She filed for custody and dad had to go to court pleading not to let her have us. Which was decent, as a lot of people would have just left us. Especially as Alex was a 'Special Case'. He had massive problems, and thought (thinks) that if people get him things they love him, and if they don't get him things, they hate him. This is all because my mother gave him food to shut him up, and he believed that she 'loved' him because she did this. Anyway, the court didn't give custody to her, but the judge set times and dates for us to talk and visit. The calls, at first, went well. But she did not want to talk at the weekends as it was(as she put it) 'her time with Ian'. So we had to go to court again, it cost us thousands and thousands of pounds just to set times, that she never kept.

It was a few days after the holiday, and i caught her sneaking in my room. She was in my cupboard, putting something in my drawer, it was a few mobile phones. She told me yet again to shut my mouth, she threatened  she would leave. I knew i had to tell someone, but who could i tell?
     It was the third of august 2009 and my mum had just ran out of the house. She had taken a suitcase, and left no explanation, but i knew why she left, and it was my time to share with the world, or at least my father.I had overheard many other calls since April, and i knew the mans name that the whore had slept with, and who had obviously left my father for. It turns out that her friends knew as well, and gave her money so she could leave. I told my family everything that i knew. Which turned out to be a lot. I knew his full name, how they met, and even where he lived.
They met on facebook...
His name was Ian Hope. The last name always makes me smile, 'hope' Its an emotion which, i believe, he abused.
     At this time, we had no money, our family was poor and we had no way of contacting anyone we knew, or indeed getting anywhere (since the bitch stole the car). As it was the summer holidays we did not need to worry about school, but there was still the matter of food. Spooner row has no source of food, no shop. So we had to find money, it was coins, we paid in coppers most times. We had to cycle from Spooner Row to Attleborough or to Wymondham. It was a hard to do every day or so, but I got used to it, as did the rest of us.

    When I was younger my mother would abuse me, she was an alcoholic and they were always fighting. When she punished (hit, yelled at) me and my brother, he would cry. It did not have the same effect on me, i got brave and i fought back. It got me into more trouble obviously, but i stood up to her. My father was/is a kind man, and he stood up to her. And told her to leave us alone. But she did not listen. One time when i was nine, she lied to my dad and told him that i had stolen some money or something. He believed her, but i still fought for myself. I yelled, I screamed at them, hoping that my point was made. He believed me over the drunken bitch sitting in my room. He should have left her, thrown her out. But he didn't.
     She beat us almost every day, i was covered in bruises. She drank every day, up until 2009 when i was ten. It was in April, we went to a holiday park, with just me, my mother and my brother. We also met up with a group of mothers friends. It was around ten at night, and me and my brother (Alex) were supposed to be asleep. He was, but i was wide awake. I had problems sleeping when i was younger, had to take medicine. When lying there i overheard her talking to her friends, but they weren't replying. I crawled out of the tent and looked at her. She had a phone in her hand and was talking to someone. She saw me sitting there and just walked away. I followed her, slowly. She walked behind her car, and then she sat down. She was laughing at the person on the phone, she seemed happy. She said 'I Love You' then hung up. I walked up to her and asked if it was dad, she said no, and told me that it was just a friend and to keep my mouth shut. I did, not because i was scared about what she would do to me, but because my father loved her (somehow) and i didn't wan't to wreck that, since he was the only one which cared.

My name is Steph Gosling. I am here to write.