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booshslashhavenTitle: Quite Interesting
Pairing: Noelian
Summary: Julian didn't do TV...
Wordcount: 956
Rating: PG, seriously....
Disclaimer: Evidently I own only the words on the page. I don't think I'd be writing this if I owned it....
A/N: It really is a bit abysmal, but hey comments would be nice. I havn't had one yet :(
Quite Interesting.
Julian didn’t do TV. It just wasn’t him. But when Sarah, the QI liaison had rung him up he had stopped to think about it. As Sarah, that was her name, had so rightly pointed out; Stephen was no Simon Amstell. The most he was likely to do was accidentally insult your intelligence, but then what else do you expect from a man like Stephen Fry? So he had promised to call Sarah back later that day, and gone off to ring Noel and talk to Julia about it. And so it was that Julian Barrat found himself sitting in hair and makeup waiting to go on set.
He ran through the guest list again in his head, there was Himself, obviously, Alan Davies and Stephen Fry – no change there, Rob Brydon and some Aussie bloke called Tim Minchin. The Aussie in question was in the next seat along refusing any help to smear on eyeliner and put more hairspray into his already bouffant hair, it reminded Julian slightly of a strange cross between Noel and Russell except with the proportions of a normal human being. He wondered idly if he ought to make conversation now that the twitchy make-up lady had given up trying to make him look less, Howardesque, and gone away. As it was he didn’t have to make the decision, the man stood, drifting off to stow his makeup in a bag. That in itself amused Julian, Noel would usually bring his own make-up too although he was happy to let the make-up ladies do it for him. With a half sign Julian checked his watch, there was time enough for coffee before he had to go and embarrass himself.
***
Coffee going cold in his hand Julian made his way towards the green room, harried and hustled by a woman who looked like she needed to sleep more and eat more. He allowed himself to be propelled in and abandoned to the mercy of four other men he didn’t really know. But he felt strangely accepted, once names had been exchanged they all stood chatting, a bunch of comedians in a room but without the need to make each other laugh. Julian was half aware of a look in the quiz masters eyes, a slight not-thereness in his smile that he had seen before too many times, but he said nothing. The man might have been brave enough to tell the nation he had manic-depression but it didn’t mean he wanted to talk about it. Julian shook the feeling off and tuned into an anecdote the Australian with no shoes was telling about his wife.
***
The quiz, Julian thought had gone relatively well, he had even managed to join in some of the larking and the strange intelligent chatter. Perhaps this was what Noel saw in tv quizcom’s, albeit those more suited to his tastes. By no means had he been particularly good, coming in third place behind Rob and Tim, but that was the point of the show wasn’t it? He had seen it enough times at home. And now they were back in the green room, chatting and consuming more coffee, Tim was bouncing on the balls of his feet, having still not bothered to look for shoes nor to change out of the spectacularly odd shirt he was wearing. He explained it had been dubbed the viennetta shirt by his fans, on account of it looking like an ice cream cake. This made Julian smile and think of Noel again, he wore some outlandish outfits but he wouldn’t ever be caught dead in a confection like that. He told Tim so who just laughed it off, “He’s the bloke that looks like a woman right?” And there had been a bit of a laugh all round.
***
Everyone else had gone, Julian had ended up exchanging phone numbers with Tim and promising to meet him for a drink when their respective partners and children allowed. Tim having the wife and daughter had the simpler end, and told Julian to set it up on his terms. Rob and Alan were gone too, and now Julian and Stephen were sat alone, discussing the merits of Polar Bear over a nice cup of tea. This in itself struck Julian as funny and somewhat surreal, since he had always maintained it was something he’d like to do. There was a pause as each man stared respectively at fixed points in the room and Julian tried to think of something to say.
“I suppose you have to be off to go and see your sons?” Stephen said suddenly, adjusting himself to stand and jerking Julian from his reverie. “Err no actually, I said I’d go and talk to Noel about the live tour.” He said, wrong footed by Stephens knowing smile. “
“You like him, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.
“Well of course I like him, he’s my best mate and...” But Stephen held up a hand to cut him off in mid flow, with a half smile and a serious look he said, “No, you like him, and he likes you too.” He stooped to write something on a piece of paper and then handed it to Julian walking away and saying, “If you need to talk it over call me.” Julian was left alone, slightly dumbfounded and wondering if this was how Noel felt all the time.
***
Half an hour later Julian was sinking into a chair opposite Noel ready for yet another cup of tea with a smile quirking on his mouth. “You know I heard the strangest thing today?” Noel smiled knowingly and raised an eyebrow at him. “Yes,” Julian agreed, “we really do have to be more subtle.”
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Date: 2009-01-17 02:33 pm (UTC)hahaha, that made me laugh :D
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Date: 2009-01-17 03:52 pm (UTC)If you search him that is what he looks like mind.
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Date: 2009-01-17 03:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-01-17 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-17 02:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-17 03:53 pm (UTC)I don't know about Julian but there's hope for Tim, the forumers are on the case.
I might re-write this the way I wanted it to be...
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Date: 2009-01-17 02:56 pm (UTC)I want Tim Minchin and Julian to do a project together. His song about the blow up doll made me cry with laughter. I'm in the U.S., so he's pretty much unknown here.
Well done, you!
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Date: 2009-01-17 03:56 pm (UTC)Poor you, I know someone who flew over speically for the gig last night.
brave girl :)
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Date: 2009-01-17 03:57 pm (UTC)And this was very well done.
I've said it before, and I will say it again; We NEED to get Julain on QI
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Date: 2009-01-17 04:00 pm (UTC)We should start a campaign
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Date: 2009-01-17 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-17 07:39 pm (UTC)You think I got it right then?
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Date: 2009-01-17 09:46 pm (UTC)XD I don't know why, but I loved that line! Specially the reference to Mr. Amstell, my favorite comedian of all times! :D
This fic is an Epic Win! I really hope to read more from you in the future! Yay for you!
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Date: 2009-01-18 11:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-17 10:23 pm (UTC)I was so happy when I saw Tim Minchin's name :')
Lovely :)
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Date: 2009-01-17 10:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-17 10:56 pm (UTC)I love this. Big hugs for you!
xxx
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Date: 2009-01-17 11:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-17 11:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-18 11:31 am (UTC)I'd be going to hell in a handcart but.....
*whips out a pen*
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Date: 2009-01-21 05:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-01-18 01:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-18 11:32 am (UTC)And there was me thinking it was shit
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Date: 2009-01-18 05:26 pm (UTC)Hehe
not that I *Ever* right RPS but i may possibly be writing a little follow on with Mr's Minchin and Barrat after requests/hints.
i'm going to hell.
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Date: 2009-01-19 11:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-19 12:37 pm (UTC)Not as guilty as I do for admiration though.... :)
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Date: 2009-01-21 05:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-21 07:07 pm (UTC)Rec: QI-Based Booshficlet ....
Date: 2010-09-01 08:21 pm (UTC)Author:
Title: Quite Interesting
Pairing: Noel/Julian
Rating: PG
Quite Interesting [...]