September 1st, 2014

bah

Into The Dalek

Matt Smith was your fun-loving best (platonic) male friend. Capaldi is almost unforgivably icy. It's quite a shock to the system. But great. And almost certainly what the show needed.

The historic Doctor Capaldi most resembles is Colin Baker. But Baker didn't have the skill or the charisma to pull it off- and came across as boorish. It's one of the strengths of the revived show that they can now afford the best.

God only knows why Clara has to have a boyfriend? Does anyone watch the show for it's romantic sub-plots?

Daleks want to destroy everything. A "good" dalek only wants to destroy other daleks.  Hmmmm.

I like Missy- whoever she is. Clearly the Doctor's dead (whom she is carefully warehousing) are going to come back to haunt him.
bah

September

Summer is over?

Yes, summer is over. There's not the heat in the sun any more. I take my afternoon walk and I'm not putting on my hat because sunstroke and brain fever no longer seem to threaten.

There are still raspberries and blackberries on the bushes. A very few. I pick and eat them on my rounds.

When I was a wean we used to take our vacation in early September. It was one of the good things about being privately educated that the summer holidays stretched out beyond those the state schools had.  They weren't very summery vacations. I remember having to wear a windcheater on the beach- and we didn't sun ourselves but followed energetic pursuits like shrimping or sand castle building.  I still can't see the point of lying on a beach; beaches are for bouncing all over.

September- as many poets have gratefully discovered- rhymes with remember. It's one of my favourite months.
bah

Worry, Worry, Worry

Ailz's mother worries about our house in Oldham. Lies awake thinking about it. Why? We don't.

But Sam could betray us and move her sister in and then what we do? Stop paying our mortgage and wash our hands of the whole affair. Load off our minds, in fact. Besides Sam is a mate; we trust her.

But what about all the furniture? Dunno. Cross that bridge when we come to it. Maybe get some house clearance geezer in. Then we'd have the fun of going round the junk shops in Hastings and buying new- by which I mean old.

For the time being we have a roof over our heads. It'll all work out.

And who knows. Maybe Isis will rise up and behead us all and everything else will pale into insignificance. Go on, Dot, worry about that instead. It's what Mr Cameron would want.