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On Friday I went into town to collect comics and elephants; I was particularly enamoured of Green Park's Happy Herd. Because London apparently wasn't hot enough, in spite of cash machines being painful to the touch, the bus I lazily got home had the heaters on. And then got stuck in traffic. Thanks for that. Got home and lay in front of the fan for a while to recover prior to the evening. Because it's not as if AFE normally has at least a small drag contingent anyway, this month they decided to go all out and take that as the theme, so I was obliged to join in. To those who have seen the pictures on Facebook, I apologise. A good night nevertheless. This being the first part of lovely ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xandratheblue's birthday celebrations, the second part taking place in Richmond on Saturday with Pimm's where augstone, in spite of being a colonial and a novice, very nearly won the croquet. Shocking.
Obviously, being civilised, we paused for Doctor Who, and mostly cried - for me it was the stars and the Enoch Soames (except not) scene. I was surprised that they didn't go near the ear (I was convinced the beast would get it during the death throes), the 'godmother' line has taken some working out, and I could have done without bloody Athlete, but otherwise that was just lovely. I'd like a return to historicals which don't feel the need to wedge in an alien, but in the meantime this sidelined the monster nicely and came pretty close. Certainly I enjoyed it a lot more than the other Who I got through this week, Enemy of the Daleks, which being written by an antipodean, uses the cane toad situation as the framework for a Dalek story, with disappointing results - and remarkably, even worse incidental music than Athlete.
Aside from the excellent Dave spy spoof 'Zimbani', the other recent viewing worth noting is that I finally got round to watching Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, one of those TV adaptations of such an era that pretty much everyone in it, even the tiniest roles, is an actor of massive stature. Patrick Stewart turns up for about five minutes and doesn't even speak, for heavens' sake! The Valeyard, aka the voice of St Etienne's Finisterre, is the main support, but ultimately Alec Guinness owns the show, even the episodes in which he barely appears. It's that voice, which always leaves me wondering, would it be worth sounding like that if the price were being as beaten as Alec Guinness' characters always seem to be? Almost.
xandratheblue's birthday celebrations, the second part taking place in Richmond on Saturday with Pimm's where augstone, in spite of being a colonial and a novice, very nearly won the croquet. Shocking. Obviously, being civilised, we paused for Doctor Who, and mostly cried - for me it was the stars and the Enoch Soames (except not) scene. I was surprised that they didn't go near the ear (I was convinced the beast would get it during the death throes), the 'godmother' line has taken some working out, and I could have done without bloody Athlete, but otherwise that was just lovely. I'd like a return to historicals which don't feel the need to wedge in an alien, but in the meantime this sidelined the monster nicely and came pretty close. Certainly I enjoyed it a lot more than the other Who I got through this week, Enemy of the Daleks, which being written by an antipodean, uses the cane toad situation as the framework for a Dalek story, with disappointing results - and remarkably, even worse incidental music than Athlete.
Aside from the excellent Dave spy spoof 'Zimbani', the other recent viewing worth noting is that I finally got round to watching Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, one of those TV adaptations of such an era that pretty much everyone in it, even the tiniest roles, is an actor of massive stature. Patrick Stewart turns up for about five minutes and doesn't even speak, for heavens' sake! The Valeyard, aka the voice of St Etienne's Finisterre, is the main support, but ultimately Alec Guinness owns the show, even the episodes in which he barely appears. It's that voice, which always leaves me wondering, would it be worth sounding like that if the price were being as beaten as Alec Guinness' characters always seem to be? Almost.
