Torchwood S2 ep 1

A series review based upon one episode. Views may change.

Lighter than season one, it seems. Toned down in some ways, unchanged in others. More humour. Still too much gratuitous snogging and far too much Gay Lib: come on, Rusty, we get it. Now get on with telling a story instead of preaching. Or go the other way and hire Julian Clary. Just decide what the show is going to be.

Better structured than season one; worth watching if you’re in, not worth worrying if you miss it. The ultimate disposable telly programme. On the other hand, a blowfish driving a sports car.

Torchwood S2 ep 1

A series review based upon one episode. Views may change.

Lighter than season one, it seems. Toned down in some ways, unchanged in others. More humour. Still too much gratuitous snogging and far too much Gay Lib: come on, Rusty, we get it. Now get on with telling a story instead of preaching. Or go the other way and hire Julian Clary. Just decide what the show is going to be.

Better structured than season one; worth watching if you’re in, not worth worrying if you miss it. The ultimate disposable telly programme. On the other hand, a blowfish driving a sports car.

Beware the Vitamin Rush

For the first time in many, many moons, I have brought my own lunch in. It is a modified Greek Salad prepared by ellefurtle (ie she was making her own and took the opportunity to make a whole heap so I could have some, too). I say modified because it has pasta and sweet corn in it as well as the more usual gubbins. I shall be scarfing this back rather daintily with my spare teaspoon as I forgot to bring a fork in with me.

So, Greek salad, an apple and a banana – with the option of snacking on more banana and apple later if I get peckish in the pee-em; how healthy is that?

So far I haven’t been overly strict with myself, though sarnie consumption is at an all-time low, having been replaced by breakfast cereal (Rice Krispies) and fruit. With the exception of a bag of ‘Planets’ the other night and au unexpected windfall of four or five posh choccies last night, chocolate consumption has fallen away to nothing.

Surprisingly I am finding the eating of apples and bananas to be fine. No problem at all. I am not, by nature, a great consumer of fruit. It’s OK, but one apple every five years or so is enough. A pear every decade and other fruit in cocktails. I don’t think that I am ready yet, to expand my menu past a Granny Smith or two; French Golden Delicious are neither golden nor delicious and most red apples are just compressed pellets of cotton wool.

Getting there, though.

A week and a half in, with, as I say, not being too strict, and my jacket hangs just a little looser. I doubt that it’s noticeable to anyone but me, but it’s there anyway. It will clearly take a couple or three months before there is much to notice, but with luck…

Beware the Vitamin Rush

For the first time in many, many moons, I have brought my own lunch in. It is a modified Greek Salad prepared by ellefurtle (ie she was making her own and took the opportunity to make a whole heap so I could have some, too). I say modified because it has pasta and sweet corn in it as well as the more usual gubbins. I shall be scarfing this back rather daintily with my spare teaspoon as I forgot to bring a fork in with me.

So, Greek salad, an apple and a banana – with the option of snacking on more banana and apple later if I get peckish in the pee-em; how healthy is that?

So far I haven’t been overly strict with myself, though sarnie consumption is at an all-time low, having been replaced by breakfast cereal (Rice Krispies) and fruit. With the exception of a bag of ‘Planets’ the other night and au unexpected windfall of four or five posh choccies last night, chocolate consumption has fallen away to nothing.

Surprisingly I am finding the eating of apples and bananas to be fine. No problem at all. I am not, by nature, a great consumer of fruit. It’s OK, but one apple every five years or so is enough. A pear every decade and other fruit in cocktails. I don’t think that I am ready yet, to expand my menu past a Granny Smith or two; French Golden Delicious are neither golden nor delicious and most red apples are just compressed pellets of cotton wool.

Getting there, though.

A week and a half in, with, as I say, not being too strict, and my jacket hangs just a little looser. I doubt that it’s noticeable to anyone but me, but it’s there anyway. It will clearly take a couple or three months before there is much to notice, but with luck…

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Imagine my horror to discover just now, that I have Bryan Adams on my Internet Walkman. How did that happen?

More worryingly, it doesn't look necessarily that it is from a soundtrack album...

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Imagine my horror to discover just now, that I have Bryan Adams on my Internet Walkman. How did that happen?

More worryingly, it doesn't look necessarily that it is from a soundtrack album...