Okay, folks: the word is out.
The new Discworld series “The Watch” (AKA CSI:Ankh-Morpork) has been approved by Terry Pratchett and will go into production with BBC Worldwide.
The project to film GOOD OMENS is also going forward. A “mood reel” of images evocative of the story was put together by the production company and was shown as part of the announcement. (This was commonly being referred to at the convention as “the trailer”, though it wasn’t a trailer as such: it is way too early for there to be a trailer in the conventional sense, as no script material has been written, and therefore the’s no way for there to be genuine footage or any information about casting, etc. No release date was specified. The mood reel video said “COMING SOON”, so your guess as to when is as good as anybody’s.)
Meanwhile, let joy be unrestrained!
(PS: Terry is in excellent fettle. Had a long chat with him last night and the Master is still very, very much in the building, in case anyone was wondering.)
Diane Duane clarifies what was actually shown at the Discworld convention. Short answer, it wasn’t a trailer…
Tag: discworld
DISCLOCK FAMILY TREES
(Any doubts I had of Molly’s patrimony have now been erased.)
Possible the only way you can get me to ship susan and teatime
Meanwhile John moves to California and goes insane…
Or he doesn’t get depressing storylines and ends up lost in the TARDIS because they thought he was Arthur Dent…
Perfect though. You want in?
And everyone keeps shouting at John to get his towel and he doesn’t understand he just wants to go home and have a cup of tea.
Also we now know how Sherlock survived Reichenbach – he asked Molly for a favour. What was that favour?
To have a word with her great grandfather, of course.
Theeeeseeeee fandoooooms
Oh dear, darling, they’re on to us.Yes, very intriguing.
Let’s be honest it vas only a matter of time Sherlock isn’t exactly discreet.How amusink. Vhere do zhese people get zheir zheories from?
Be a dear and tell him to keep it a little more quiet from now on, he responds so much better to you.I do believe it is a quality of this Internet thing.
Oh good lord, yes; I approve of this thing.
4- Still, and all, everything turned out just fine and there was hardly any property damage to speak of. Nanny Ogg tried not to be too hurt when she was quite firmly told she would not be asked to make the cakes for the double wedding. Instead, she sent a gift to both couples, two darling, fluffy little kittens. She made the cards out with Greebo’s name, too, since he was the father. END! (This is your fault Lady-Karasu, for planting this idea in my head! You must take full credit/blame!)
Whaaaaaat…. *Innocent look* Because I sent you a teaser on what I was writing? 😀
OH Random, I love you so much; thank you for amazing Askfic of amazingness. And what makes it 400 times better is, I know for a fact that you didn’t see my earlier post before writing this. Sometimes it’s like we’re sharing a brain. This should probably frighten people. XD
3- However, the blond was hers – second cousin’s nephew, thrice removed on her sister’s side – and sensible as well as experienced. He recognised the symptoms, despite being a tad incapacitated, and pried himself loose long enough to warn the brother, if belatedly, to lock themselves away for a couple of days to be safe. Then, nothing left to do but let Nature take its course. If Nanny Ogg’s cakes were legendary, her brews were twice as famous; it was nearly a week before the fumes died down.
I kind of love that this has become a thing, too. Actually both things. *laughs* Good to see John’s still got his head on straight under the influence. Well, I say straight…
2- She never expected that the tall one – some third or fourth cousin of Granny’s, or so Nanny Ogg did her best to recall, what with all the twice-removeds, steps, and halfs in the middle – would send his elder brother a fat slice to taunt him. Nor did she find out till later that said brother shared his slice with that charming silver-haired constable, or whatever rank he held (who kept up with fiddly details on that side anyway?). Just another twist of Fate, or one of that lot, being clever.
Oh, I see what you did there.. *giggles* I love this askfic so much….. (*makes grabby hands for more*)
1- It was probably Greebo’s fault, but Nanny Ogg wouldn’t blame her one-eyed darling (she was the only person in the universe who still saw a sweet fluffy kitten rather than an auxiliary member of the apocalypse club sans horse), so she told herself that an errant breeze had tipped the remainder of her bottle of Passion’s Philtre into the cake mix. Trouble was, Nanny didn’t notice the ‘scene of the crime’ till after the cake had been delivered. Good thing those two lads were fond of each other.
Oh god, this is a thing now, isn’t it? We’ve made this a thing… (Actually, I find I’m completely okay with that, if one were to judge by the grin I can’t quite drop :D) But, Random- Random, you wrote for my crossover! Let me love you~! *HUGS*
*For the unfamiliar – which I would assume to be nearly everyone – this askfic is directly related to this, this and an as yet unposted Discworld crossover that I keep writing teasers for. XD
Lady Karasu 