Of Dreams and CD Racks
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caddymanI have returned to the Capital after a weekend attending my little Goddaughter's fifth birthday party. Most enjoyable it was, too. A number of friends to be met and chatted to and the kids, who were legion, managed to play and whoop and run around without causing trouble or havoc.
The day started with me waking up laughing. Yet another example of me having a dream and remembering most of it (something to do with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ellefurtle proximity, I feel). Essentially - and it's even more remarkable that I can still remember it now - the dream setting had me in a larger version of our bedroom into which we had, for reasons unknown, installed a number of those cubicle partitions you find in open plan offices. This seemed really quite ordinary. I was standing eating a bowl of rice crispies when Elle turned up sporting a new hair style. Permed in an over fussy 1970s footballer stylee, her hair was long and in very tight ringlets. I affected not to notice. Continuing with my bowl of rice crispies, I watched a while as Furtle pottered and then she turned around as we heard colonel_maxim coming up the stairs with the vacuum cleaner. Fixing me with her eye, she told me to hide, as we could not let Dave see me eating rice crispies in the bedroom. I recall thinking, "it's all very well her telling me to hide with hair like that", but nonetheless I disappeared between a couple of partitions to finish off the rice crispies. Sadly, the bowl seemed never to get any emptier no matter how fast I ate. Dave appeared at the top of the stairs and he and Elle spoke for a while as I wrestled with the endless bowl of cereal. As he left I turned and realised that there was a full length mirror behind me and that he could have seen me after all, though it remains a mystery why eating breakfast cereal in the bedroom is such a sin.
In the way dreams do, the scene switched seamlessly and we were in the living room. It managed to be simultaneously the living room in the Athenaeum Club and my old Polish Landlady's sitting room from Clapham. Imagine a large room with a couple of futon sofas in it and all the bookcases I posted up a couple of weeks back. Then overlay that with mountains of dark, heavy and out of date furniture that only old people can acquire in their living space, covered in tapestries, throws and rugs. Mrs Z herself was nowhere in evidence, but it was clearly her stuff and the room was mightily cluttered. Elle arrived to inform me that she had thought of a way of making space. It was then that I realised that my CD racks, CDs and hi-fi had all disappeared. Before I could say anything, the door opened and a workman appeared. With barely a word of acknowledgement, he began installing a very large 1960s stylee stereogram in the living room door. When he left I was speechless. On the door was a full size stereogram, complete with cupboards and record deck. But if you opened the door, it was still only a door's thickness. I woke up laughing as in my dream world I opened and closed the door muttering "stereogram: door. Stereogram, door. Bloody marvellous!"
I arrived back at the Athenaeum Club today to find that there had been a hint of prescience here: Miss Furtle has removed all my CD racks and replaced them with shelving. We are not sure that it fully works, but we are agreed that it is nice to be able to see what the CDs are without having to take them down and inspect them individually. We may use the shelves as additional book space and invest in a set of shelves designed properly for CDs...
I haven't written much about Doctor Who this series. I have found it to be rather weaker than seasons one and two; a couple of reasonable episodes amongst several aimed squarely at the younger viewer. Comparatively poor for the family viewing it is aimed at. That said, the two parter just completed, "Human Nature" and "The Family of Blood", adapted from his novel, Human Nature, by Paul Cornell (originally featuring the seventh Doctor, as portrayed by Sylvester McCoy) has leapt in a single bound to the top of my favourite Doctor Who story list. Dark, poignant, well-scripted and well acted, it is hard to see how it can get better than that.
If they never made another episode, I would be happy that that was the final storyline.
Fantastic!
The day started with me waking up laughing. Yet another example of me having a dream and remembering most of it (something to do with
ellefurtle proximity, I feel). Essentially - and it's even more remarkable that I can still remember it now - the dream setting had me in a larger version of our bedroom into which we had, for reasons unknown, installed a number of those cubicle partitions you find in open plan offices. This seemed really quite ordinary. I was standing eating a bowl of rice crispies when Elle turned up sporting a new hair style. Permed in an over fussy 1970s footballer stylee, her hair was long and in very tight ringlets. I affected not to notice. Continuing with my bowl of rice crispies, I watched a while as Furtle pottered and then she turned around as we heard colonel_maxim coming up the stairs with the vacuum cleaner. Fixing me with her eye, she told me to hide, as we could not let Dave see me eating rice crispies in the bedroom. I recall thinking, "it's all very well her telling me to hide with hair like that", but nonetheless I disappeared between a couple of partitions to finish off the rice crispies. Sadly, the bowl seemed never to get any emptier no matter how fast I ate. Dave appeared at the top of the stairs and he and Elle spoke for a while as I wrestled with the endless bowl of cereal. As he left I turned and realised that there was a full length mirror behind me and that he could have seen me after all, though it remains a mystery why eating breakfast cereal in the bedroom is such a sin.In the way dreams do, the scene switched seamlessly and we were in the living room. It managed to be simultaneously the living room in the Athenaeum Club and my old Polish Landlady's sitting room from Clapham. Imagine a large room with a couple of futon sofas in it and all the bookcases I posted up a couple of weeks back. Then overlay that with mountains of dark, heavy and out of date furniture that only old people can acquire in their living space, covered in tapestries, throws and rugs. Mrs Z herself was nowhere in evidence, but it was clearly her stuff and the room was mightily cluttered. Elle arrived to inform me that she had thought of a way of making space. It was then that I realised that my CD racks, CDs and hi-fi had all disappeared. Before I could say anything, the door opened and a workman appeared. With barely a word of acknowledgement, he began installing a very large 1960s stylee stereogram in the living room door. When he left I was speechless. On the door was a full size stereogram, complete with cupboards and record deck. But if you opened the door, it was still only a door's thickness. I woke up laughing as in my dream world I opened and closed the door muttering "stereogram: door. Stereogram, door. Bloody marvellous!"
I arrived back at the Athenaeum Club today to find that there had been a hint of prescience here: Miss Furtle has removed all my CD racks and replaced them with shelving. We are not sure that it fully works, but we are agreed that it is nice to be able to see what the CDs are without having to take them down and inspect them individually. We may use the shelves as additional book space and invest in a set of shelves designed properly for CDs...
I haven't written much about Doctor Who this series. I have found it to be rather weaker than seasons one and two; a couple of reasonable episodes amongst several aimed squarely at the younger viewer. Comparatively poor for the family viewing it is aimed at. That said, the two parter just completed, "Human Nature" and "The Family of Blood", adapted from his novel, Human Nature, by Paul Cornell (originally featuring the seventh Doctor, as portrayed by Sylvester McCoy) has leapt in a single bound to the top of my favourite Doctor Who story list. Dark, poignant, well-scripted and well acted, it is hard to see how it can get better than that.
If they never made another episode, I would be happy that that was the final storyline.
Fantastic!
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Date: 2007-06-04 01:10 am (UTC)Very vicious fates for the Family indeed. Perhaps The Doctor was feeling loss or guilt at beloved's last question?
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Date: 2007-06-04 11:11 am (UTC)Oh really?
That might explain why it was rather well done.
Although I could have done with less of the heavy-handed references to the calm before the storm of WWI.
If they never made another episode, I would be happy that that was the final storyline
Couldn't agree more - whilst there seemed to be a tad too much speechifying, I did enjoy the dark side of the Doctor.
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Date: 2007-06-04 06:18 pm (UTC)