TV Distress

It has just occurred to me that there are two ways of reading that title.... Be clear, kids: I mean television.

The distress in this particular case is the discovery that there are only two more episodes of House season 1 to be broadcast on Channel 5. Season 2 is not very far advanced in the US, and that means that very soon, with or without torrents, I shall run out of yet another piece of TV. There's only a few I watch and they are all ending, or have ended at about the same time.

Feast or famine indeed.

To add to the misery, I missed the first four or five episodes of House season 1, and am unable to find a torrent healthy enough to make an attempted download worth the effort.

What to do?

TV Distress

It has just occurred to me that there are two ways of reading that title.... Be clear, kids: I mean television.

The distress in this particular case is the discovery that there are only two more episodes of House season 1 to be broadcast on Channel 5. Season 2 is not very far advanced in the US, and that means that very soon, with or without torrents, I shall run out of yet another piece of TV. There's only a few I watch and they are all ending, or have ended at about the same time.

Feast or famine indeed.

To add to the misery, I missed the first four or five episodes of House season 1, and am unable to find a torrent healthy enough to make an attempted download worth the effort.

What to do?

Geek Heaven

This season's total waste of money must have item for incurable Sci-Fi geeks:




The TARDIS phone flasher (they could have given it a better name). A bit small at 3" high, but a cool piece of rubbish pop culture memorabilia nonetheless. Once it is tuned to your mobile, it will flash and make the TARDIS dematerialisation sound just before your mobile rings.

I assume it takes advantage of that annoying signal that makes the telly/radio of hi fi buzz just before the phone rings. Well from now on it will be entertaining. At least until it becomes intolerable.

Geek Heaven

This season's total waste of money must have item for incurable Sci-Fi geeks:




The TARDIS phone flasher (they could have given it a better name). A bit small at 3" high, but a cool piece of rubbish pop culture memorabilia nonetheless. Once it is tuned to your mobile, it will flash and make the TARDIS dematerialisation sound just before your mobile rings.

I assume it takes advantage of that annoying signal that makes the telly/radio of hi fi buzz just before the phone rings. Well from now on it will be entertaining. At least until it becomes intolerable.

Listen to the ankle

My right ankle aches something rotten. About twelve years ago, I managed to turn it by putting my leg in a pothole in one of Lambeth’s lesser maintained pavements. I think I tore a tendon; either way it swelled up¹ up like a cricket ball and for several days would not support my weight.

About twelve months later, after the swelling had gone down, and the foot had long been back to normal, there was a noticeable click behind the ankle which I almost heard as well as felt. It didn’t hurt, but when I took my shoe off to massage the ankle, just to see what had happened, I distinctly remember feeling something move as if it had just gone back into place.

Ever since, my ankle has been a fair indicator of rain. I knew it yesterday, and commented that it was going to rain while we walking over to Parliament. I was laughed out of court as there wasn’t a cloud in the sky when I said it, and the sun was really quite warm for mid October. But last evening and night, and this morning, it hammered down. I would not be surprised if it rains again tonight. There are a lot of clouds around right now, so no one is going to be surprised by that possibility, but I feels it in me leg.

Better than seaweed on the fence it is, aye and a pine cone, too.

¹It is only on typing this that I found out that the word, ‘swole’ doesn’t exist in standard English. I have used it all my life, in the sense one would say something like it is swollen; it swole up very quickly after the injury. I must check to see if it is a dialect word at some point.

Listen to the ankle

My right ankle aches something rotten. About twelve years ago, I managed to turn it by putting my leg in a pothole in one of Lambeth’s lesser maintained pavements. I think I tore a tendon; either way it swelled up¹ up like a cricket ball and for several days would not support my weight.

About twelve months later, after the swelling had gone down, and the foot had long been back to normal, there was a noticeable click behind the ankle which I almost heard as well as felt. It didn’t hurt, but when I took my shoe off to massage the ankle, just to see what had happened, I distinctly remember feeling something move as if it had just gone back into place.

Ever since, my ankle has been a fair indicator of rain. I knew it yesterday, and commented that it was going to rain while we walking over to Parliament. I was laughed out of court as there wasn’t a cloud in the sky when I said it, and the sun was really quite warm for mid October. But last evening and night, and this morning, it hammered down. I would not be surprised if it rains again tonight. There are a lot of clouds around right now, so no one is going to be surprised by that possibility, but I feels it in me leg.

Better than seaweed on the fence it is, aye and a pine cone, too.

¹It is only on typing this that I found out that the word, ‘swole’ doesn’t exist in standard English. I have used it all my life, in the sense one would say something like it is swollen; it swole up very quickly after the injury. I must check to see if it is a dialect word at some point.