Which prompts an aside about Dr Who. I've always been a fan of Russell T. Davies and ready to defend him against most charges, but the Christmas Special found him shamelessly recycling old ideas- his own and other people's- and it's clearly time he handed over the reins. I'm thinking it'll make a difference having Catherine Tate on board. An established comedian as Doctor's companion- it's bound to affect the way the writers write.
Anyway it seems I was missed (at the family party). Nick and John (my sort of niece and nephew) missed me so much they want to come and visit. Of course I'm flattered. I'm a grumpy, dry, old cove who increasing doesn't give a fart what people think of him- and maybe that's missable. I dunno. The less you try to sparkle, the more interesting you become; does that make any sense?