UNIT?

The UNIFIED Intelligence Task Force?

Say what?!

The UN is forcing RTD to trample on my childhood, damn them!

ETA: In fact this is probably total bollocks. It seems that the Beeb have not been asked not to call UNIT the 'United Nations Intelligence Task Force' by the UN. Rather, the UN were getting fed up with the swathe of fan websites that refer(red) to UNIT and the consequent queries they (the UN) were getting.

Rusty changed it as a courtesy. Now geekdom is enraged. My grumble was lighthearted, by the way. Now we know, we know it's still UNIT see. Inside information. My childhood is no longer trampled on, merely swept into the corner to stop it being trod on.

UNIT?

The UNIFIED Intelligence Task Force?

Say what?!

The UN is forcing RTD to trample on my childhood, damn them!

ETA: In fact this is probably total bollocks. It seems that the Beeb have not been asked not to call UNIT the 'United Nations Intelligence Task Force' by the UN. Rather, the UN were getting fed up with the swathe of fan websites that refer(red) to UNIT and the consequent queries they (the UN) were getting.

Rusty changed it as a courtesy. Now geekdom is enraged. My grumble was lighthearted, by the way. Now we know, we know it's still UNIT see. Inside information. My childhood is no longer trampled on, merely swept into the corner to stop it being trod on.

Captain Birdseye

Today I was privileged to share a portion of my journey into work with Captain Birdseye. He wasn’t dressed in his usual nautical blue of course as he has retired (the news would have it that he has died, but seeing is believing).

In his old age, Captain Birdseye has become a Dutch trawler captain, with one of those little flat caps that is half way between baseball cap and cloth cap. He has those nautical trousers that don’t quite reach the shoes and is now a proper grey, not the silvery white of yore.

I don’t quite know what it signifies, but here we are a mere three weeks since Merlin appeared on the same stretch of Tube Line. Fictional and mythical characters are beginning to join those from Norse legend -Creepy Swedish Guy, who I have already established is a troll -on the Victoria Line. I haven’t seen the Weasel for a while, but he’s less mythical than he is disturbed.

I wonder what’s going on; at some level the boundaries between the real and the unreal are disappearing. They are on the Victoria Line at least. Although why I should be surprised by what happens on the London Underground system is beyond me. I should be used to it by now.

Captain Birdseye

Today I was privileged to share a portion of my journey into work with Captain Birdseye. He wasn’t dressed in his usual nautical blue of course as he has retired (the news would have it that he has died, but seeing is believing).

In his old age, Captain Birdseye has become a Dutch trawler captain, with one of those little flat caps that is half way between baseball cap and cloth cap. He has those nautical trousers that don’t quite reach the shoes and is now a proper grey, not the silvery white of yore.

I don’t quite know what it signifies, but here we are a mere three weeks since Merlin appeared on the same stretch of Tube Line. Fictional and mythical characters are beginning to join those from Norse legend -Creepy Swedish Guy, who I have already established is a troll -on the Victoria Line. I haven’t seen the Weasel for a while, but he’s less mythical than he is disturbed.

I wonder what’s going on; at some level the boundaries between the real and the unreal are disappearing. They are on the Victoria Line at least. Although why I should be surprised by what happens on the London Underground system is beyond me. I should be used to it by now.

Bananas

There comes a point where even if they are still yellow and unspotted, bananas achieve a sort of sedentary ripeness that means you know in your heart of hearts that you will never eat them, though they are not quite brown and soggy enough for you to throw them away with a clear conscience.

I have four bananas approaching that state in my desk drawer. I ate three of them yesterday and they had reached the point of ripeness where the skin breaks before the stalk does when trying to detach them from the bunch. The actual fruit is OK. I suspect that I shall just about manage to eat a couple more today with the last two hitting the bin tomorrow. They won't last the weekend and are exceedingly close to the tipping point: edible but just not attractive; soft but not soggy.

Bananas are strange beasts.

Bananas

There comes a point where even if they are still yellow and unspotted, bananas achieve a sort of sedentary ripeness that means you know in your heart of hearts that you will never eat them, though they are not quite brown and soggy enough for you to throw them away with a clear conscience.

I have four bananas approaching that state in my desk drawer. I ate three of them yesterday and they had reached the point of ripeness where the skin breaks before the stalk does when trying to detach them from the bunch. The actual fruit is OK. I suspect that I shall just about manage to eat a couple more today with the last two hitting the bin tomorrow. They won't last the weekend and are exceedingly close to the tipping point: edible but just not attractive; soft but not soggy.

Bananas are strange beasts.