We play the contest again, Time Lord....

Hmm...




It appears that Billie Piper aka Mrs. Ginger Prat is in the frame to play the Doctor's new assistant, according to auntie.

Admittedly no decision has been taken yet.

We play the contest again, Time Lord....

Hmm...




It appears that Billie Piper aka Mrs. Ginger Prat is in the frame to play the Doctor's new assistant, according to auntie.

Admittedly no decision has been taken yet.

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And so beginneth my second week of exile from the office. I could get used to this, but preferably out of, not in London. Unfortunately the timing is off by a few days and I can't afford the trip up to Shropshire this side of payday, and I'm going up for Easter anyway. Two trips - I'd have to come back to go see the doctor would eat up around £90 in total and I'm rather borassic at the moment - well, until Wednesday payday at least.

Today has been mostly skiving and avoiding writing on the computer. I have done a little, and am organising my thoughts on how properly to launch into the Minerva character sheet. Unfortunately I seem to have forgotten the reasons for a particular point of antagonism between her and another character, so am now awaiting a reminder from the rest of the writing crew. Hohum.

I intended to go out tonight to be at the presentation for the Society for the Preservation of Beer from the Wood's London Pub of the Year at the Royal Oak where we play our quizzes. Unfortunately I seem to have hit that usual problem of too much month left at the end of the money, so stayed in instead. Bugger. I could have done with a pint of Harvey's Best, my only sojourn to a drinking establishment in the past ten days being a visit to the Head of Steam at Euston last night for a pint or two of surprisingly good Whippet with Miss Clark and DT, both sans LJ.

Friday night was supposed to be magpye's birthday do, but I had to cry off on account of an odd reaction to (I think) my new meddies which I shall be bringing up with the doctor in the ante meridian. I don't have much of a social life as it is, and I can do without my prescription torpedoing what remains, thanks ever so.

By God, I'll tell yez, it's hard to find material to waffle about when you don't get out much during the day...

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And so beginneth my second week of exile from the office. I could get used to this, but preferably out of, not in London. Unfortunately the timing is off by a few days and I can't afford the trip up to Shropshire this side of payday, and I'm going up for Easter anyway. Two trips - I'd have to come back to go see the doctor would eat up around £90 in total and I'm rather borassic at the moment - well, until Wednesday payday at least.

Today has been mostly skiving and avoiding writing on the computer. I have done a little, and am organising my thoughts on how properly to launch into the Minerva character sheet. Unfortunately I seem to have forgotten the reasons for a particular point of antagonism between her and another character, so am now awaiting a reminder from the rest of the writing crew. Hohum.

I intended to go out tonight to be at the presentation for the Society for the Preservation of Beer from the Wood's London Pub of the Year at the Royal Oak where we play our quizzes. Unfortunately I seem to have hit that usual problem of too much month left at the end of the money, so stayed in instead. Bugger. I could have done with a pint of Harvey's Best, my only sojourn to a drinking establishment in the past ten days being a visit to the Head of Steam at Euston last night for a pint or two of surprisingly good Whippet with Miss Clark and DT, both sans LJ.

Friday night was supposed to be magpye's birthday do, but I had to cry off on account of an odd reaction to (I think) my new meddies which I shall be bringing up with the doctor in the ante meridian. I don't have much of a social life as it is, and I can do without my prescription torpedoing what remains, thanks ever so.

By God, I'll tell yez, it's hard to find material to waffle about when you don't get out much during the day...