I appear to have the Death Zone in my head

Yeah, so I watched a total of seven Doctors last night, I'm reading a book about another one, and I've plans to watch a ninth tonight. But I'm not addicted, OK?
(Though I do really want a 'What Would The Raston Warrior Robot Do?' icon)

As every year, I have ended up catching some of Big Brother. This is bad enough in itself, but now I have seen Science dressed as a dog, and nothing will ever be right again.

If he's saying in advance that he would never inform the police of a terror attack he knew to be planned, then Omar Bakri Mohammed is a traitor, and should be treated as such.

There's a film in our database called 'One Bummer's Newsday'. Sadly, there are few further details, and there's no way I'm googling it.

Since seeing a reference in Saturday's Guardian to "the Brewster Buffalo - arguably the worst fighter of World War II", I have made it my mission to learn more, because rubbish military technology amuses me. It seems the Buffalo was known as the Suicide Barrel, and when you look at it you can see why - I mean, I wouldn't want to fly that lump in an empty sky, never mind in a dogfight. And yet, and yet - it seemed to work for the Finns. Why did it only work for Finns? Well, think about it...one of their countrymen is rather famous for getting a brilliant aerial performance out of something as un-aerodynamic as a sleigh.

Thursdays. What do they have against Thursdays?

I could start to get fed up with this, you know.

Early indications seem to be that it's not so bad this time - I hear tell of a rucksack bomb that didn't go off properly. I hope that's right.

edit: It was a number 26 bus, apparently.

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I just nipped out for a CCP and some cheesy chips, and found out that things are worse than they seemed.

Victoria's staff had no idea when the next 73 bus would be in, and the Reef Bar has stopped doing curly chips.