Ahhhh! Fluffy!

Well Primeval is back with a tale of a park keeper in a theme park who found a little kitten that turned into a Sabretooth. She got mauled together with a couple of blokes.

Sadly that was it. No real engaging with the characters. Not much plot advancement.

The only interest to the story was the fact that the Ministry have hooked up one of the characters with a spy - of sorts.

And the fact that it appears that they've kept the Sabretooth for themselves.

And it was so fluffy. Bless CGI - it's very difficult to to proper fur. It looked like it had just had a bath and a blow dry.

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An elite group investigate strange beings coming through time rifts – above the law, well beyond or at least brighter than the Government these people fight, not very well, to keep our way of life boring and dependable. Together they fight a skanky time travelling tart who’s put it about with two of the group of four and found the best way to maintain her skanky appearance is by using a set of shears to cut her hair. She also avoids having a bra over her leathery skin in favour of letting them swing free. Like gibbons.

Yes Primeval is back. A number of friends quite like it and I have to say I watch it to support any sense of production values from ITV who’s current out put feels like the noise a heart monitor makes just before they unplug the body. I hope that Primeval is the sound of an unexpected pulse rather than being wild fibrillation while others cry ‘Clear’ ZZzzzzzt!

I don’t care what anyone says, it’s pretty naff stuff. The Characters are overbearing, self-absorbed and spend a lot of time, when being chased by nasties, hanging around chatting about their Feeeeeeeelings.

This time there is a twist in that time has altered from the previous season and the lead chap is in a parallel world where his love interest is a completely different person. His wife – skanky tart has returned and is keen on stirring the old pot and giant worms from the Pre-Cambrian have turned up to eat us.

Hmmm. Well I’ll keep watching – if only to see whether ITV’s drama output becomes a thing of the past.

Lookey Likey!

We traveled to the other half's family today. Things were going quite well. His grandfather was positively chirpy which was great to see. His mother and brother were in fine form and his step-father had all his teeth out. Frankly this was probably a good thing as they'd been causing a problem for a while but given his face has gone the same shape as Cher's I now wonder if her work had meant removing all her gnashers. Assuming she had any by that stage!

I wouldn't be too surprised. I also accidentally caught the Graham Norton Containing Travesty of the Season that appears to have involved trawling a Norfolk Shopping Centre and putting the people obtained in bad wigs and making them perform, and I use the word loosely, songs of the people that they lookey likey. This was a surprise as the one resembling the lovechild of David Guest and Jeremy Beadle - and that would have been a congress to turn everyone celibate, blind, deaf and mute - sang Tom Jones songs. The one that looked like a bottle opener sang Diana Ross. There was even a lucky gonk - though he sang Rod Stewart. It's a scary show, particularly since their appearance and performance seemed to have no bearing and their assessed 'talent'. The winner gets to go to America and is presumably executed gangland style by the person that they were supposed to resemble.

Do you know, there are probably people who would do that just to get that close to a Celebrity.

I'd like to suggest an Idea for ITV1. It's called Talent Travesty Takeout. Members of the public who are completely obsessed by a Celebrity are permitted to stalk them for a day before having their brains blown out on live television.

And I claim my £1000000. Thank you!

I feel like Bonnie Tyler (cough)

It's been an interesting week since I've been back in the UK. I have had a variety of congestive complaints and now feel like an elderly lady with nothing to talk about but her health. Yes I had that. Oh yes and terrible corns... It's not much fun. So here I am awaiting my next course of antibiotics in the Lloyds pharmacy with David Essex playing.

My life could get worse – much worse but right now I’d just appreciate the variety.

Back with Amoxicillin

Amoxicillin - yes, it's very beneficial but frankly I'm sick of taking the bloody stuff. We came back from Spain on New Years Eve and I'd already been suffering from this blasted infection for 5 days! The Doctor peers in my ear and down my throat and tells me exactly what I already knew. Yes, you have an 'infection'.

And I hate antibiotics.

Anyway, the Spain trip went well. My stepfather is doing much better having had his spleen out. They've given him 2 short courses of Chemo which has left him like he's had the flu but he seems to be doing fine.

We're all so happy!