I was going to say three times in a day...

But it's now the next day, it seems. Well, I mean it's today and not yesterday, as oppose to today and tomorrow... and you can tell it's after midnight, can't you?

Cold not much better, but at least I can breathe a bit. Boring day didn't get much better, only bright spot was leftover chinese and the audio commentary for DW on BBC Three. although even parts of that were a bit boring 'Sand sand sand... Bus bus bus... Sand sand sand...' but some bits were quite fun - Tennant obviously stuffing his face whilst there and his much discussed big Tina Turner wig hair.

After that thought I'd come back to bed because I'd obviously not been in bed enough today and have laid here ever since, tired but unable to sleep and watching ABBA night on five. Well, I say watching, glancing up at a very snowy and dreadful picture and listening to the music. Feel I should be doing something intellectual and uplifting before returning to work on Tues, but not sure that will happen. So much for a great week off - two good days out of ten is not really a good record!

Is it wrong/sad that the most exciting thing that happened all week was nearly getting on the quiz on Mr Tennant's Radio 2 stint on Saturday? Heck, even I think it is!!

Easter Day...

And I'm in bed, sneezing and snuffling and blocked up - you really needed to know that, didn't you? - and I can't decide if it's the normal 'sinuses from Hell' thing or a 'You have a crappy cold, live with it' thing. It could, of course, be a horrible hybrid of the two which would be just my luck.

Anyways, it's Choc day and I've started on some nice eggs. Quality Street first, chunky Kit Kat next. Most other relatives/friends are away for Easter, so just me and Beckett here. Not that he's much fun and he didn't buy me an egg, ungratful furball. So, I'm in bed, sneezing and eating choc and watching nothing on the TV, be cause there is nothing on. Really nothing. It's a holidaand nothing on the telly! Not even an old time biblical epic, that would make me sniffle thinking of my dear old Mum who loved those films so very much. Eastenders, nope. A western... nope. Can't see Channel five in here, reception is crap, but it seems it's Joe vs the volcano. nope. Smallville... Oh no. Nope. So it's stick with Groundhog Day for now I think. I have seen it before, though...

God, the constant whirl and excitement of my life. How DO I cope?!

Planet of the dead

Well... Can't say I LOVED it, but maybe that is something to do with the fact I have been kept waiting far too long for a DW fix this year that I built up too much expectation. Or maybe down to the fact that Lady Bionic Catsuit quite annoyed me in many ways. She was, as she was at pains to point out endlessly, too perfect and a bit of a ripped page from the 'This is what a companion should be like' rulebook. A posh Rose? Rusty couldn't use her, so lets put in the basic model and tweak it a bit? It might not be a popular view (I know my Rose dislike puts me in a minority) but that's a bit what she felt like to me.

Malcolm, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways... Just the fact that you made me forget that I really don't like Lee Evans as a stand up AT ALL should be a good enough reason, but then he has to go and chant 'I love you!' at the Doctor in a complete fanboy worship moment that just made you want to go up and cuddle them both. Yes, Grand Moff, Malcolm should return.

I actually liked the Doctor during the chop conversation, how he finds humans endlessly fascinating and the very mundane and small facts of their lives, how they count days and time, gives him some kind of sense of joy. I do love a happy, bouncy, clever Doctor, the cleverest man in the room, dazzling everyone with his charm and brains and fantastic hair. But I also love the fact that he is then in turn a dark, morose, sometimes cold Doctor battling his own internal demons, seemingly wanting to die at times but still fearing it when told his song will soon end.

David Tennant - is it wrong to want to tie him to this role and not let him go? (I know it's not wrong to want to tie him to a bed but I'm trying to be good...) I know it is wrong, because he is so much more than The Doctor, but for this old time Who fan, he's perfect in the role. I know some don't go for his wild-eyed, big haired Doctor, but he's made it his own. As I said yesterday, Tom Baker traumatised me as a girl when he left and I'm sadly feeling the same way as the big grown up girl I am now. I forsee a very sniffly New year when Mr Tennant finally regens.


*Editing to fix my stuff up on Martha and UNIT - I had completely forgotten she had been meant to be going to TW. I am useless and stupid fangirl and I hang my head in shame!*

Your song will soon end...

No. Sorry. Not allowed.

I've decided that Mr Tennant cannot leave Doctor Who. The trauma from the childhood loss of Tom Baker was too awful and to lose another perfect Doctor is too much of a price to pay.

I won't have it, do you hear? I won't have it!!