Lots of Telly

Well I survived the meeting with Clan Furtle. It seemed to go well enough: the simple expedient of buying the drinks, making small talk about the relative merits of hoppy beers over heavier brews, a couple of comments about this and that and nodding sagely a lot of the time seems to have done the trick - by which I mean no obvious gaffs. As far as I am aware there have been no telephone calls, texts or emails telling Elle to run for her life or anything like that, so maybe I passed muster. Or maybe the family is in shock and intervention will come later. Who knows?

After about three hours we made our excuses and disappeared into the driving rain for a quick charge to the West End, where we bought fresh coffee beans from Monmouth Street (having taken delivery of a coffee grinder). We have since discovered that Whetstone is oddly bereft of anywhere to buy a cafetiere, so I may have to nip into Finchley tomorrow and attempt a purchase from there.

Weekend viewing started with the Torchwood finale on Friday (reviewed on video for Furtle who missed it); barely a dry eye in the house. The season premiere of Doctor Who, which was light weight fun: entertaining but not especially deep - one for the kids (which, to be honest, is good as it is actually a kids' show) but with a little foreshadowing of future plot. To my pleasure, Catherine Tate was restrained enough not to stink the show out and the choreography for the fist part of the episode was fun, just stopping before the joke wore out. Beyond that, further DVD episodes of the X-Files taking us deeper into the rather unfairly maligned seventh season (we're on a timetable: Furtle needs to complete her X0Files education before the new movie is released). My memory is going. I'm sure we watched a movie on Saturday night but I cannot for the life of me remember what it might have been. Maybe we just talked about it? Blimey, it was only a little over 24 hours ago...

This afternoon we partook of the season premiere for Battlestar Galactica season 4. A solid start, with hope of more shenanigans to come. Finally on the televisual front, tonight we slapped Stardust into the DVD player as neither of us had seen it at the movies. Highly recommended. Nice to see Michelle Pfeiffer again and the dead princes should have their own show. Robert DeNiro must have enjoyed every minute of filming.

I have tomorrow off. A further trip to the dentists, this time for the attentions of the hygienist and then it's done until I decide whether to empty my bank account and endure the root work or extraction on the remaining broken tooth at the back. Whatever, it won't be fore a while until the gum has healed from Thursday's attentions.

I expect that I shall be out of the house when the post arrives and I shall miss the copy of Maximum Power I am hoping to receive from Amazon. Still, we shall see.

Lots of Telly

Well I survived the meeting with Clan Furtle. It seemed to go well enough: the simple expedient of buying the drinks, making small talk about the relative merits of hoppy beers over heavier brews, a couple of comments about this and that and nodding sagely a lot of the time seems to have done the trick - by which I mean no obvious gaffs. As far as I am aware there have been no telephone calls, texts or emails telling Elle to run for her life or anything like that, so maybe I passed muster. Or maybe the family is in shock and intervention will come later. Who knows?

After about three hours we made our excuses and disappeared into the driving rain for a quick charge to the West End, where we bought fresh coffee beans from Monmouth Street (having taken delivery of a coffee grinder). We have since discovered that Whetstone is oddly bereft of anywhere to buy a cafetiere, so I may have to nip into Finchley tomorrow and attempt a purchase from there.

Weekend viewing started with the Torchwood finale on Friday (reviewed on video for Furtle who missed it); barely a dry eye in the house. The season premiere of Doctor Who, which was light weight fun: entertaining but not especially deep - one for the kids (which, to be honest, is good as it is actually a kids' show) but with a little foreshadowing of future plot. To my pleasure, Catherine Tate was restrained enough not to stink the show out and the choreography for the fist part of the episode was fun, just stopping before the joke wore out. Beyond that, further DVD episodes of the X-Files taking us deeper into the rather unfairly maligned seventh season (we're on a timetable: Furtle needs to complete her X0Files education before the new movie is released). My memory is going. I'm sure we watched a movie on Saturday night but I cannot for the life of me remember what it might have been. Maybe we just talked about it? Blimey, it was only a little over 24 hours ago...

This afternoon we partook of the season premiere for Battlestar Galactica season 4. A solid start, with hope of more shenanigans to come. Finally on the televisual front, tonight we slapped Stardust into the DVD player as neither of us had seen it at the movies. Highly recommended. Nice to see Michelle Pfeiffer again and the dead princes should have their own show. Robert DeNiro must have enjoyed every minute of filming.

I have tomorrow off. A further trip to the dentists, this time for the attentions of the hygienist and then it's done until I decide whether to empty my bank account and endure the root work or extraction on the remaining broken tooth at the back. Whatever, it won't be fore a while until the gum has healed from Thursday's attentions.

I expect that I shall be out of the house when the post arrives and I shall miss the copy of Maximum Power I am hoping to receive from Amazon. Still, we shall see.

Lunchtime already!

Monday at home is nice, though to be frank I could have done without the latest trip to the bloody dentist. That's it for now though I have to go back in June for the second bit of work with the hygienist who spent this session using a machine to make alarming sounds in my mouth before saying she hadn't got time to finish. The fact that my gnashers are the same colour as I can get them with a toothbrush suggests that I have been repointed rather than polished. She would like me to consider an electric toothbrush for about £35 too. I wonder is she has shares in Braun?

Ho hum.

Much of the rest of the morning has been spent helping colonel_maxim set up his new laptop. The only real problem thus far being in making the USB blue tooth mouse work. Once we found that all we really needed to do was put in some decent batteries rather than the crap supplied by the manufacturer, we were away. Making the mental leap to Vista from XP might be a giggle, but other than that all seems well.

As it's just turned 1pm I think I shall investigate a spot of lunch before lolling away the afternoon in suitable lackadaisical fashion. I had thought about wandering down to Finchley to acquire a cafetiere, but the sudden burst of cold rain has put me off that idea; I had enough of that on Saturday, thank you very much. Maybe I shall do some model-making; I haven't made any progress on the Martha fugure for a fortnight, or maybe I shall draw, or read, or sleep or watch telly.

The world, as they say, is my lobster.

Lunchtime already!

Monday at home is nice, though to be frank I could have done without the latest trip to the bloody dentist. That's it for now though I have to go back in June for the second bit of work with the hygienist who spent this session using a machine to make alarming sounds in my mouth before saying she hadn't got time to finish. The fact that my gnashers are the same colour as I can get them with a toothbrush suggests that I have been repointed rather than polished. She would like me to consider an electric toothbrush for about £35 too. I wonder is she has shares in Braun?

Ho hum.

Much of the rest of the morning has been spent helping colonel_maxim set up his new laptop. The only real problem thus far being in making the USB blue tooth mouse work. Once we found that all we really needed to do was put in some decent batteries rather than the crap supplied by the manufacturer, we were away. Making the mental leap to Vista from XP might be a giggle, but other than that all seems well.

As it's just turned 1pm I think I shall investigate a spot of lunch before lolling away the afternoon in suitable lackadaisical fashion. I had thought about wandering down to Finchley to acquire a cafetiere, but the sudden burst of cold rain has put me off that idea; I had enough of that on Saturday, thank you very much. Maybe I shall do some model-making; I haven't made any progress on the Martha fugure for a fortnight, or maybe I shall draw, or read, or sleep or watch telly.

The world, as they say, is my lobster.

Finally

It's taken ten years and seven months but hopefully, after this coming weekend when the Sunday papers have raked over the final embers and been rude to The Mad Egyptian one last time, I shall be able to open a respectable newspaper once more and not be subject to endless, tedious and unwarranted speculation about the death of a woman and her boyfriend in 1997.

Hallelujah!

I now want to read the story of how the State recoups its costs for this pointless exercise from the idiot that made the waste of millions of pounds inevitable. I expect that I shall have to wait for a long time.

Finally

It's taken ten years and seven months but hopefully, after this coming weekend when the Sunday papers have raked over the final embers and been rude to The Mad Egyptian one last time, I shall be able to open a respectable newspaper once more and not be subject to endless, tedious and unwarranted speculation about the death of a woman and her boyfriend in 1997.

Hallelujah!

I now want to read the story of how the State recoups its costs for this pointless exercise from the idiot that made the waste of millions of pounds inevitable. I expect that I shall have to wait for a long time.