The Mighty Musings of a Madcap Rambleton

Him wearing Gucci and D&B and YSL and Versace and McQueen and Ceciliebahnsen and Margiela UGH

Naboo is Vince’s father.

At 406 he’s old enough. It would make sense that he wouldn’t want to raise a child, so he gave Vince to good friend Bryan Ferry to look after. It would also explain why Vince is able to talk to animals. They’re such good friends because Naboo wants a good relationship with his kid without the responsibility of being a father. And yet he still sort of falls into a fatherly role, taking care of Vince and excusing his shitty work ethic.

That is absolutely it; crimping is all about their intimacy with each other, something they and they alone share. And it is romantic and revealing in that intimacy. Even the subjects of the crimps; they’re about mundane, even ridiculous little memories that the two of them share together– that time they made that soup, that time Howard had to snog a llama to get it to calm down, the mornings where they make pancakes together, the time they did that jigsaw. They’re about reaffirming and celebrating the heart of their relationship, couched in their own silly little invented song genre. They’re both very warm and very vulnerable, and afterwards they both always need to take a little moment, especially early on when they are both more open as people.

And I mean, Vince’s reaction after Howard pulls out a crimp in front of Harold Boon and Lance Dior says it all. The crimps are them, theirs, an expression of their relationship, and no-one else should have access to that. In that same episode, it’s a crimp that convinces Vince not to run away to be a junior manager at Rumbelow’s, it’s Howard reminding him– this is us, this is who we are. Which is very telling in an episode specifically about a crisis of identity– and indeed that theme runs throughout S3, as they both define themselves more and more by outside things and forget to place value on themselves and their relationship. Power of the Crimp is one of the few episodes in S3 that ends with them fully in-sync and happy together, because the crimps remind them of the intimacy that’s still there, how well they jive, everything they’ve shared.

“And I would say I love you But saying it out loud is hard So I won’t say it at all And I won’t stay very long But you are life I needed all along I think of you as my brother Although that sounds dumb And words are futile devices“

“It may have been just been me, considering I couldn’t look at him half the time, but how could I? It’s kind of hard to stare someone in the eye after you’ve pictured them as a literal knight in shining armor.”

. Vince is a fop

. Howard comes from a very rich family but HAS SQUANDERED IT ALL

. Vince is into fad diets a la Byron; also is friends with Byron & Shelley & Coleridge & Wordsworth

. The Nabootique is a coffee shop

. Howard’s favourite book is Tristram Shandy

. Howard admires NAPOLEON

. Vince owns a lot of top hats

. Howard still wears breeches COME ON HOWARD IT’S PANTALOONS NOW

. Naboo is Coleridge’s pusher

I DON’T REMEMBER WHAT I WAS DOING.  I lost the thread here in the six or so months since I’ve been able to photoshop, and I can’t remember what the concept was.  The palettes are clearly sort of industrial vs. natural, and that’s totally 20s Lesboosh AU Vince and Howard, but beyond that?  I got nothin.

WHAT A COINCIDENCE, just the other day I was talking about how Viola would have fuzzy dark hair on her upper thighs– because she surely shaves her legs, trendy thing that she is, and that just starting to come into fashion, but only on the bits that show. And how much Bea would enjoy nuzzling that, all weirdly pleased that she gets to do so.

But OMG save me Viola with a little bit of chest hair!!!!!!!!!!! And yessssss, she totally would be an artists’ model in her spare time, I absolutely believe it. AND THOSE RUMOURS. They do work in that Naboo’s club, after all, and live there as well by all accounts (living in the cheap little flat above– not quite the same thing, but close enough), and even those who don’t know what precisely Naboo’s deal is know that he’s… more than human. Or less, depending. Between the clientèle that frequent his club and the fact that the bouncer’s a gorilla, it’s not such a leap to suppose that Bea and Viola maybe aren’t quite human as well.