Further ramblings of a self-made pauper

Having remained sanguine and even optimistic about the casting of Matt Smith as the eleventh Doctor from 2010 onwards, I find myself rather less enthusiastic about this report that has appeared on MSN, suggesting that Lily Allen could be the new assistant for the Steven Moffat era.



This is the sort of casting that plagued the latter years of the John Nathan-Turner era in the mid to late eighties. Still, it doesn’t appear on either the BBC News website or the Who website, so maybe it is just idle speculation.

(Can you tell I'm bored yet?).

( Grumbly spoilers aimed with scatter gun precision at fandom and the production team alike )

Not a disaster, but equally, not a triumph.

Bonce properly shaved, bed made and laundry put away (apart from three recalcitrant socks which we hope have mates somewhere in the current batch of laundry), all I need to do now is iron a shirt and all is ready for work tomorrow. This is a bit of a shame since I have rather got used to not popping along to the office, but I suppose all good things come to an end.

Furtle investigated and arranged for the disposal of the CD racks of Freecycle to a chap who was a) thrilled with what he was getting and b) somewhat bemused by the reality of the size of each one, let alone the four together. He kept mentioning that he had a Volvo Estate and wished he had brought that instead of the VW Golf. Still, we got him sorted at the small cost of anything resembling rear view.

Last night's Who was again good - a notch down on the previous three episodes, but still several notches up on the sad comedy Dalek episodes. ( Just in case there's anyone out there who is a) interested, but b) hasn't seen the episode, here's the spoiler cut! )

I guess I should investigate some sort of food in the near future, for I have the hunger. Then I think I shall endeavour to watch Jekyll from last night. I think I set the tape correctly.

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You remember that last week I said that if they never made another Doctor Who episode, I'd be happy because that story was so well written and so well realised? You remember that last week I said that the two-parter, "Human Nature" and "Family of Blood" had gone straight to the top of my personal list of favourites?

I'm not sure it's still there. I think I have a new favourite story line.

"Don't blink.

Blink and you're dead.

Don't look away.

Don't turn your back.

And don't even blink.

Good luck!"

How many kids are crapping themselves at the sight of a statue tonight? Fantastic.

Well, only about two-and-a-half years late, we sat down and watched the pilot episode of Firefly on DVD courtesy bytepilot.

A good start, I think. Enjoyable bit of Traveller for the TV, Joss Whedon's hand is very evident; I look forward to the 11 (or is it 12?) remaining episodes, at which point we will have to borrow Serenity from somebody.

Got the arms (legs?) -hooky things that go round your ears- lengthened on my specs today. Only about a half centimetre, but they're much better. They no longer sit so close to my eyes that my eyelashes catch the lenses every time I blink. Try it to see just how annoyed you can become in a half hour. I still don't intend to wear them much (though I'm wearing them now), but at least when I do, they won't annoy the bejasus out of me.

In other news, there is no other news.