Behind the wheel.

It is scary.

I am about to try driving for the first time ever.

And I am crapping myself. To be honest.

...and a new beginning!

Doctor Who. Glad to have it back and a good fun reintroductory romp with Donna and the Doctor. Both paralelling themselves to the point at which they meet, and rather unfortunately do so in front of the baddie. Mis Foster - well it was Miss Wormwood wasn't it. Great but I've seen it before. The Adipose are sweet and frankly I can think of some dieters who would be happy to take the pills if they'd just take the fat. The drop and subsequent splat of Miss Foster was a bit heavy handed and the cheesy flypast was, well, cheesy. Overall it was really a Sarah Jane Adventures with the Doctor.

At least until Rose.

And Rose - well we'd heard she was back but weren't expecting it this end of the season. It looked like she was waiting for Donna and looked so upset.

Maybe she knows something about Donna's future.

If she has one...

An ending...

Torchwood was a bit of a blast last night. Visually very impressive and with some peril that could've been lifted from the Jon/Tom era - exploding nuclear power station. No explanation for the strange voiced scythemen.

And then we sadly come to the downside. Gray - Cpt Jack's baby brother. Back for revenge for having his hand let go of a few years (relative time) back. Motivation, sure but surely not really a Big Bad for the series end. Did some terrible things but hey! How quickly did he get over it? And Jack buried for 2000 years. He said he had a bit of grey here and there after 100 years waiting for the Doctor yet after 2000 years in a box he seemed pretty OK. And again with the I forgive you. He's killed #~@{}_+ >@}@~}:@> of people including Torchwood members and 'I forgive you'. And how quick did he get over his brotherly anger.

The death scenes, particularly Tosh's were handled superbly but I have to say that I would prefer a stronger motivation and better characterisation of a villan character. How many people who've suffered torture go on to blow up major cities when they want to get their own back on someone. And where do you get a Weevil remote control.

Bless...poor Tosh.

La Hoya/Herradura

Well it's been a lovely time. 8 days of sunshine and 24+C, it's been glorious. On our visit this time we had.
Mother chair jiving
Karaoke in the style of Opera
Albondigas coming out of our ears.
A Gigantic puppy
Hubby on fire.
Lunch in the Chapel
Gossip of a drunken fight
Combat Bingo.
So you can see we had a bit of a full week.

Blueberry Blow up
What could happen on the way home? Really. Yes I was traveling with my partner, Diva Stropp to you. If you've read these missives you'll know that a simple journey is impossible.

Accident's this journey
Pouring a blueberry smoothie over his entire seating area, leg and socks.

My life is a tragicomedy!

Flying free.

Well here we are on the flight toAlmeria again - this time after my mothers birthday as well as, coincidentaly, Mothers Day. So far it's been variable. Hubby has a cold a bad back a blocked head and, probably more importantly, a tendency to martyrdom. At the moment he has a problem with being crushed between two huge sets of shoulders. Honestly he would really rather get every flight with a special seat for him at the front for access purpose and no-one sitting next to him. I would be seated a couple of places back so I could get what he desires!

Sometimes Love is not enough.

It's very frustrating when you have to deal with someone who insists the longest way is best. Not for any scenic value but instead because the journey is made more tortuous and difficult giving scope for extra drama and annoyance. For some people (God alone knows why) this is an attractive prospect as it gives options to rhetorically go why oh why oh why is everything so difficult. They also tend not to enjoy a reminder that "but you wanted to do it this way" which springs to the lips. Instead you get blamed for pointing out a simpler solution as you watch your life slip away. So I have decided to, instead, try to do something else. It's fun actually as you feel the annoyance that you're not waiting around looking bored and you're not giving any scope for complaint. I am waiting for a "help me" at this moment. Or maybe a "pay attention, couldn't you be doing something." I've just had a distracting conversation about nothing thrown at me. I smile and agree and go back to the writing undeterred. It's like I'm free and am not being dragged into the veltshmelt of conversation.

I win?

Save the Whale (like)

Torchwood again seems to have provided something more interesting than usual with the drama being less about the title subject (Meat) and the unethical harvesting of alien meat from an ever growing apparently sentient alien and more about Gwen's fiancé finding out about Torchwood. And a bout bloody time! Frankly it's been in the offing since the beginning and I'm glad it's out and honestly it makes it a lot more interesting all round.

The whale well. What can I say it's big; it's got huge eyes and died at the end.

Round and round like a skanky in a cage.

Well last nights offering was a character set piece. I got the impression it was supposed to be about Toshiko but instead it seemed to be about a young man called Tom from 1918 who rather sadly had to travel back in time to close a shifting temporal fault line. Perhaps most sadly was the fact that Torchwood did not try and arrange for him to be saved from the firing squad as he had just saved the planet. Because of the extended dramatic imperative no one really had their 'moment'. Still I'm darned impressed.

Skank skank skank skank...
Primeval continues to show itself well, at least for ITV. It's got all the ingredients there. Sadly few are fresh and it's been reheated in a microwave. They're crowbaring in dramatic tension where they can but there doesn't seem to be much logic to it so far. We have double agents, divided loyalties and still we have the pop up skanky ho who appears to be sleeping her way into control of the planet.

I’ve heard worse philosophies but I think some clearer motives should be in the offing.

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!

Christmas analogy.

Hubby and I have just started watching our newly purchased 'Key to Time' boxed set at a story a night. So far we've seen 'The Ribos Operation' which I rather enjoyed and 'The Pirate Planet', a much more crowd pleasing story with some pretty shallow performances and overblown plot. Love it though; there are some great character pieces with the Captain and Xanxia.

It's always felt like a large Christmas meal.

Ribos Operation
The breadsticks and starter - you know there's a good meal coming and are laying down the foundations
Pirate Planet
The wine! Lots of flavor, some which works and some which just jars a bit. Some is a little tasteless and there’s lots of contrast.
Stones of Blood & Androids of Tara
The meat courses. The solid drama in the middle which impressed you and at the end you know it was worth it.
Power of Kroll
An unexpected fish course which smells a bit funny.
Armageddon Factor
A leftover mince pie and sherry stretched for the evening by an unapologetic host. There’s a nice mint at the end though.

Christmas Chin

Here we are with Christmas fast approaching. Expanding waistlines abound! Good news has arrived as my stepfather has recovered enough to return home. It's been a pretty worrying time as he was the only family driver. My sister can now drive, thankfully and has helped out but I feel unexpectedly useless! Note to self: must learn to drive for independence purposes! We're due to visit for a week from 22nd which should be lovely and it looks like we'll be able to spend weeks at a time out there which is better than the previous long weekends.

I can't express how much I'm looking forward to it!

Hospital

It's been an interesting weekend in Spain. My stepfather is in hospital due to an unexplained unidentified illness which has left him anemic and with a swollen spleen. They’re still checking to see what it is but there is a disease which could cause it. It's called leachonosis. It's a disease which goats have. Dogs can catch it from them via insect bites as can humans. It sounds like doggy malaria. It can be treated in humans but dogs can never be cured. It's awful but we are hoping it is this condition as it shouldn't leave any lasting damage. Frankly I don't want to consider the alternatives.

The strangest thing is, I haven't heard of it! It's quite common but most people don't know about it. It's like visiting France and finding that smallpox is endemic or that the dormouse is a lethal killer. You think it would have come up but hasn’t!

Anyway, Spain was good otherwise. My sister ended up driving and she did really well as she's still only getting into Driving again after a short lapse.

However we did take the piss a bit.
She managed to get the car stuck in the mud and we had to get towed out.
She mounted the kerb on a roundabout.
She nearly took us to Roqettas del mar rather than home after she went the wrong way up the motorway.
She made up a song about finding a policeman up her bum after finding exactly that on the motorway.

So that was nice!

A Miscelany

Well, a bits been going on. We enjoyed the rest of the S-J Adventures. I visited my delightful sister out in the sticks and went mushroom picking with her. Had a great time with them - much relaxation and seeing a film called The Scanner Darkly and also the marvelous Life of Brian.

On my return to London I found my chest to still be very congested. It's been a bit grotty for a while, so I popped to my local surgery.

I have to take antibiotics as I have 'fluid' on the lungs - nice!

It at least explains why I've been feeling run down of late!

WOW!

Last night we had the inestimable Rob over for paprika Pork and cheesecake and a viewing of the latest Sarah Jane Adventures.

Wow. I don’t think we were expecting anything out of the ordinary but, well, Wow.

It was clever, atmospheric, scary, sinister, painful, superbly acted and, frankly has the kind of production values any adult drama should aspire to. As far as the content we had parallel universes, sinister aliens, magic boxes, time travel.

And the interesting inclusion of the Graske.

I thought Jane Asher was superb! A sympathetic character who is also a little bit nasty to save her own skin.

And for Sarah Jane to live – it appears she must die.

How’s that for Children’s telly?

Good Gravy!

It's been a bit of a week. We decided, this week, to have a quiet time for a change. Rather sadly this has not gone to plan.

On Wednesday the brother of ‘He who must be obeyed’ had a rather nasty car crash. He’s fine – which is a miracle – but his car is a write-off.

Thursday was a day spent manicaly sorting out some of the filing which hasn’t been doen for about 5 years. It’s rathe unsatisfying as nothing looks better unless you look inside the filing cabinet. However it took several hours and there’s more around the house to dispose of.

Saturday we did a flying trip to Letchworth to make sure everyone was OK, so lots of running around.

Sunday, a friend of us split up with his boyf. Rather nastly and worrisome and, though I’m happy to support, frankly very stressful and pressured.

And now I’m back at work again!