Moving in a Mysterious Way

Well, it’s been a while – and a rather eventful one at that.

Our birthdays went well, our life continues. The recession bit and Woolies closed.

Bankers were pariahed and then paid a lot to put things right for us.

The public sector were told they were bad for taking away all the money – they’d probably stolen it off the bankers – and that they wouldn’t be getting any more as rubbish collection, teaching, supporting the elderly and ensuring that the public were safe was not nearly so important as having a Porsche and living in a detached house in Surrey with a trophy wife called Porscha.

We watched as the Government managed to lead the world – to the acknowledgement of the world - in strategies to resolve the debt only to read in the papers that Gordon Brown was personally responsible for the recession and he must’ve travelled to the States to bring down the whole, wobbly, foundation of Capitalism. In short, he managed something that Communism didn’t manage to do. Not only that, he was responsible for simultaneously leading us in the wrong direction and failing to lead us. And having poor handwriting – blind or not, he should try harder.

Christmas came and went. We followed the recession spirit and had a family oriented cheapy which worked very well.

We also had three Doctor Who specials

The Waters of Mars
A sinister dark non-starter. The Doctor arrives on Mars before the first base is destroyed. He knows everyone is going to die but not how. 40 mins later he buggers off to let them get on with it and then decides he’s in charge of time and rather than get the TARDIS and save them he runs back, sends a comedy robot to get the TARDIS and saves the last three. One of whom shoots herself to show the error of his time meddling ways. Rather than, say, shooting him.

Ood Sigma turns up to sing at him.

The End of Time – Part One
The Master is resurrected. Wilf wants the Doctor to save Donna. The Doctor refuses. The Master turns everyone into copies of himself. Wilf asks the Doctor to kill the Master and return everyone back to normal. The Doctor refuses. The Master finds a way to save the Time Lords. The Doctor grabs a gun. He’s a bit contrary today.

And Donna has a headache.

The End of Time – Part Two
Donnas’ headache causes her to have a nap, and knock out every copy of the Master in Chiswick. The Time Lords try to bring Gallifrey back in our Solar System – The World is in Peril… more Peril. The Doctor shoots the jury rigged network server with a diamond in it and everything twangs back into place.

Wilf got locked in a box and the Doctor triggers his regeneration by saving him.
He then goes for a few quick trips, shopping for books and lottery tickets for the afterlife, sets up Captain Jack with someone lonely, depressed and half his visible age, provides the kind of brooding, non-talking presence that might persuade Martha to go back to doctoring rather than running around with Mickey the Grunt with the worst hair extensions, has a quick grope of Sarah Jane’s adopted son and messes with his own timeline by setting a bomb in Rose Tyler’s flat to make sure her mum never travels with him.

He then regenerates – which breaks the TARDIS. See I told you better out than in!

His new persona then spouts ‘Catchphrase’!

Well that’s us up to date.
The future lies this way…

I'm horrified. London is no more having been destroyed by G20 protesters! This picture is where Lloyds used to be! According to the Evening Standard anyway. And remember, those Catholic-Muslim-Lesbian-Asylum Seeking Immigrant-Single Mums - they'll be coming for you next!

Honestly, what is the problem with the media? It's not just the Standard. They're all making the news now rather than reporting it. It's been there for a long time but when you live in London and you see what happens you do end up wondering if there's another London somewhere in the UK that no one has told you about!

Dramarama

I have wondered if my partner could find some soothing past-time to do. Soothing for me too that is. I’ve come to the conclusion that the answer is probably no. Which is a shame.

Here is my event path for a generic soothing activity.

Painting flowers.

If he painted flowers things would be fine for about 2 minutes – just enough time to get inconveniently far away and yet close enough to hear.

I'd get "Is this the right colour?"
“Can you find me some nicer flowers?”
“Can you hold the easel? It seems wobbly when I paint!”
"Can you get me some fresh water?"

After going to get the water and being stopped a couple of times rather than asked all things at the same time I would return to see the easel on fire, the paint was up the wall, he’d managed to swallow the only toxic flower in the bunch and he'd gouged out an eye with the paintbrush!

Not that of course I'd consider it done on purpose but it would add drama what should be a relaxing situation.

It’s bad because I’m starting to do things for him to prevent the coming disaster.

I suppose I should just let him get on with it and then act like it’s a catastrophic disaster and make him go and stay with his mother until ‘my shattered life can be rebuilt’ ,!

I mean that would meet the required level of melodrama? Eh?

Windows, windows...

I’ve lived here for eight and a half years.

Each Year we’re told that there will be a refurbishment of the block.

Each year it’s failed to happen.

Until today. Today we are getting new windows. Yaaaay!

Sadly the new kitchen was cancelled by the council.

Oh, yes and the new bathroom.

And the rewiring.

And they won’t be replacing the windowsills.

Or making good.

And they started the roof before replacing the windows.

So everything got covered in grit.

But the windows are being done.

Whoop-de-do