and so it goes...

My second day off ends and the weekend proper beckons. I have the place to myself until late Sunday afternoon; Beastie, armed with a bag full of kit, pictures of Lily Langtree and my Stetson, has headed for points north for a weekend's western role playing. I aim to get some writing done this weekend, but I've said that before.

This afternoon, at the second time of trying I managed to register with a local quack. A rather nice lady in her mid thirties took my details. Of course any mood that might have developed was squelched when she handed me a sample bottle and told me I'd need to bring that back when I see the nurse in a fortnight's time. Where's the romance?

My enjoyment of The West Wing was spoilt this evening by the continued frequent pixelation and sound interruption we get on digital freeview when the weather is anything other than still. I am wondering if this is because we are using an old On-Digital box and not something a little more up-to-date. If this is the future of UK telly, viewing will be very drab when the analogue signal is switched off in London in 2008. If the analogue signal is switched off in 2008... I think I might look at the prices of newer digiboxes on Empire Direct, with a view to a purchase if they are not too expensive. It would be better if we could have a satellite dish, but quite apart from the thought of sinking a portion of my salary directly into Murdoch's pocket, we are precluded from having one by the terms of our lease. It's not the priority it would once have been anyway, now I torrent the stuff I really like.

For those of you keeping count, I now have 101/2 TARDISes, though two have yet to arrive. A man can't have too many TARDISes, I say.

Few people agree with me.

and so it goes...

My second day off ends and the weekend proper beckons. I have the place to myself until late Sunday afternoon; Beastie, armed with a bag full of kit, pictures of Lily Langtree and my Stetson, has headed for points north for a weekend's western role playing. I aim to get some writing done this weekend, but I've said that before.

This afternoon, at the second time of trying I managed to register with a local quack. A rather nice lady in her mid thirties took my details. Of course any mood that might have developed was squelched when she handed me a sample bottle and told me I'd need to bring that back when I see the nurse in a fortnight's time. Where's the romance?

My enjoyment of The West Wing was spoilt this evening by the continued frequent pixelation and sound interruption we get on digital freeview when the weather is anything other than still. I am wondering if this is because we are using an old On-Digital box and not something a little more up-to-date. If this is the future of UK telly, viewing will be very drab when the analogue signal is switched off in London in 2008. If the analogue signal is switched off in 2008... I think I might look at the prices of newer digiboxes on Empire Direct, with a view to a purchase if they are not too expensive. It would be better if we could have a satellite dish, but quite apart from the thought of sinking a portion of my salary directly into Murdoch's pocket, we are precluded from having one by the terms of our lease. It's not the priority it would once have been anyway, now I torrent the stuff I really like.

For those of you keeping count, I now have 101/2 TARDISes, though two have yet to arrive. A man can't have too many TARDISes, I say.

Few people agree with me.