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hathycolMy family turned up yesterday. I flailed a bit and gave up on seeing any more TV that I actually want to, except for Doctor Who, for all of the summer. You wouldn't believe the amount of Big Brother I've been subjected to already, and being dragged away in the middle of Big Brother? I nearly killed them all. Although I have resisted. Just about.
On the bright side, Simon is home. Hurrah! He's a ten minute walk away and in the same geographical area! OH THE MADNESS.
I am hiding in the dining room (why do we have our internet connection there, anyway?) and spamming LJ and trying not to poke my bruises at the moment, though. I went back to training today, and it was lovely to see everyone again and so many old faces, but just like the old days, my legs are burning (my trick is to stay very still and then run very quickly) and I have a classic bruise on my elbow due to the zinger Dan caught to it. OW. There is a lump and everything. I feel quite proud.
Anyway. Last night, I watched Fear Her.
Let's be shallow first, shall we? I really like Ten. I do. He's a proper alien, because he sits and rambles on about edible ball-bearings, and eats marmalade, and talks to ionic energy. And, you know, specs. Yay!
And because I got all excited about this: *kicks Lungbarrow* Bastarding looms, bring back conception! Seriously, though, I did a small dance of joy on the sofa and my sister looked at me like I'd grown a second head as I happily rambled about Susan Validation. But, you know, this series is slowly introducing some Old Skool canon, and I like that.
I am never going to be able to sing Kookaburra Sits In The Old Gum Tree in the same way again. Ever. It's a horribly effective device they bought in, though, in a way - we've been instructed that Dad's Are Good (Rose, and suddenly that mention of the Doctor) when in fact, it was Chloe's father who was indirectly responsible for the entire thing. Although there are some interesting questions right there about how apparantly only your father has an influence on your life, which is less true and ahem.
The pictures were quite scary, but the Isolus was so sad. You could really feel the desperation, and that was effective. It really was.
Oh, Rose. You're so utterly doomed. You poor thing, because you can't see it coming. You were, however, lovely in this episode, what with your pick-axe. Although, the looks on their faces when they went to see Chloe's mum? Did they have a sort of post-coital glow to you, or was it just me who saw that?
That council worker was too happy in his work. All council workers, in my experience, are jaded and not paid enough. (Okay, my experience is two weeks of work experience, but lots of work as a cleaner in the public sector has taught me that he is obviously either new in the job or has just got a hefty pay rise.)
Was that Huw Edwards? Oh, bless him. It must be quite exciting to be a BBC news presenter, because you get all these jobs as an extra. Although, now I come to think of it, in Aliens of London, they had Andrew Marr. But he's not the political guy anymore, and that episode was set in 2006! *misses Andrew Marr* That was a very random tangent, wasn't it?
I am depressed that this series is nearly over. Really, I am. I've enjoyed this one, mostly because I'm very easy to please about such things. I don't ask for much - just an adventure, every week, and that's what we've got. Next week should be interesting, because I'd like to see where they take Torchwood. And then I will be miserable, because it will be over. Le sigh.
What is about Ormskirk that makes my skin flare up? *pokes it with a sigh*
~Hathy_Col~
On the bright side, Simon is home. Hurrah! He's a ten minute walk away and in the same geographical area! OH THE MADNESS.
I am hiding in the dining room (why do we have our internet connection there, anyway?) and spamming LJ and trying not to poke my bruises at the moment, though. I went back to training today, and it was lovely to see everyone again and so many old faces, but just like the old days, my legs are burning (my trick is to stay very still and then run very quickly) and I have a classic bruise on my elbow due to the zinger Dan caught to it. OW. There is a lump and everything. I feel quite proud.
Anyway. Last night, I watched Fear Her.
Let's be shallow first, shall we? I really like Ten. I do. He's a proper alien, because he sits and rambles on about edible ball-bearings, and eats marmalade, and talks to ionic energy. And, you know, specs. Yay!
And because I got all excited about this: *kicks Lungbarrow* Bastarding looms, bring back conception! Seriously, though, I did a small dance of joy on the sofa and my sister looked at me like I'd grown a second head as I happily rambled about Susan Validation. But, you know, this series is slowly introducing some Old Skool canon, and I like that.
I am never going to be able to sing Kookaburra Sits In The Old Gum Tree in the same way again. Ever. It's a horribly effective device they bought in, though, in a way - we've been instructed that Dad's Are Good (Rose, and suddenly that mention of the Doctor) when in fact, it was Chloe's father who was indirectly responsible for the entire thing. Although there are some interesting questions right there about how apparantly only your father has an influence on your life, which is less true and ahem.
The pictures were quite scary, but the Isolus was so sad. You could really feel the desperation, and that was effective. It really was.
Oh, Rose. You're so utterly doomed. You poor thing, because you can't see it coming. You were, however, lovely in this episode, what with your pick-axe. Although, the looks on their faces when they went to see Chloe's mum? Did they have a sort of post-coital glow to you, or was it just me who saw that?
That council worker was too happy in his work. All council workers, in my experience, are jaded and not paid enough. (Okay, my experience is two weeks of work experience, but lots of work as a cleaner in the public sector has taught me that he is obviously either new in the job or has just got a hefty pay rise.)
Was that Huw Edwards? Oh, bless him. It must be quite exciting to be a BBC news presenter, because you get all these jobs as an extra. Although, now I come to think of it, in Aliens of London, they had Andrew Marr. But he's not the political guy anymore, and that episode was set in 2006! *misses Andrew Marr* That was a very random tangent, wasn't it?
I am depressed that this series is nearly over. Really, I am. I've enjoyed this one, mostly because I'm very easy to please about such things. I don't ask for much - just an adventure, every week, and that's what we've got. Next week should be interesting, because I'd like to see where they take Torchwood. And then I will be miserable, because it will be over. Le sigh.
What is about Ormskirk that makes my skin flare up? *pokes it with a sigh*
~Hathy_Col~
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