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alexsarllI spent most of this weekend plotting how to cast London into a new ice age*, but that aside...
From Victoria, walking to Waterloo is probably the most pleasant way of making that journey. Walking to Borough during the hottest June of my lifetime, that's perhaps a little ambitious, especially after no lunch. This left me a bit subdued at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
atommickbrane's Birthday (Observed); it also saw me having one of those nights where it's quite hard to separate out the dreams from the evening. For instance, there was a conversation with mrs_leroy_brown which I only realised couldn't have happened when it occurred to me that I hadn't actually worn insecuregoddess dressing gown to the pub, and nor had I shrunken people living in fear of a spider in my freezer. I'm also pretty sure that the Lobo versus Morpheus fight did not actually take place.
After Saturday's Doctor Who finale (90% 'omg!', 10% 'wtf?') I head down to the Cittie of Yorke** forjamie_boardman***'s birthday. Walking there along High Holborn, I realise that I have found the edge of the City, as suddenly that weekend-emptied array of skyscrapers confront me, even their light a little different from that in the West End. Within half an hour of my entrance, the birthday boy is comatose, but I don't think I was to blame. I hang around anyway, as the bar staff grow increasingly open in their distaste for the V and everything we represent.
The best bits of Sunday are those spent under air-conditioning, whether in the cinema for the flawed but fun Batman Begins or in Nambucca for the Vichy Government. The latter play a hits set and the other bands are all mercifully brief, but the heat having woken me at five AM, I am nonetheless not in the most giggy of moods.
And it's only June.
You can't have a senior judge called Sir Igor Judge. That's just silly.
I'm linking to a Guardian article about bloggers linking to Guardian articles, just because.
*And I've realised this isn't just a selfish thing. The years when the Thames froze over were the years where we were at our Imperial height! As schemes for making Britain proud again go, this so p1sses on the accursed Bid.
**I may have mis-misspelt that.
***Not that he's been sighted on LJ in about a year.
From Victoria, walking to Waterloo is probably the most pleasant way of making that journey. Walking to Borough during the hottest June of my lifetime, that's perhaps a little ambitious, especially after no lunch. This left me a bit subdued at
atommickbrane's Birthday (Observed); it also saw me having one of those nights where it's quite hard to separate out the dreams from the evening. For instance, there was a conversation with mrs_leroy_brown which I only realised couldn't have happened when it occurred to me that I hadn't actually worn insecuregoddess dressing gown to the pub, and nor had I shrunken people living in fear of a spider in my freezer. I'm also pretty sure that the Lobo versus Morpheus fight did not actually take place. After Saturday's Doctor Who finale (90% 'omg!', 10% 'wtf?') I head down to the Cittie of Yorke** for
jamie_boardman***'s birthday. Walking there along High Holborn, I realise that I have found the edge of the City, as suddenly that weekend-emptied array of skyscrapers confront me, even their light a little different from that in the West End. Within half an hour of my entrance, the birthday boy is comatose, but I don't think I was to blame. I hang around anyway, as the bar staff grow increasingly open in their distaste for the V and everything we represent. The best bits of Sunday are those spent under air-conditioning, whether in the cinema for the flawed but fun Batman Begins or in Nambucca for the Vichy Government. The latter play a hits set and the other bands are all mercifully brief, but the heat having woken me at five AM, I am nonetheless not in the most giggy of moods.
And it's only June.
You can't have a senior judge called Sir Igor Judge. That's just silly.
I'm linking to a Guardian article about bloggers linking to Guardian articles, just because.
*And I've realised this isn't just a selfish thing. The years when the Thames froze over were the years where we were at our Imperial height! As schemes for making Britain proud again go, this so p1sses on the accursed Bid.
**I may have mis-misspelt that.
***Not that he's been sighted on LJ in about a year.
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Date: 2005-06-20 10:49 am (UTC)I don't see why he can't be called Sir I Judge. Surely lots of English surnames came about as a result of the trade in which their bearer worked - maybe this is just the updated version of that.
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Date: 2005-06-20 10:51 am (UTC)That is the correct spelling of that ludicrous pub. I haven't been there for a while. Fancyapint claims it is 'right next' to Holborn station. MY BOTTOM, it's practically Chancery Lane as I found out upon the walk from my office. But this is not the place for my rallying against terrible fap directions.
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Date: 2005-06-20 10:57 am (UTC)Walking is often preferable to the Tube for short journeys in summer, especially during rush hour, but it was just a wee bit far given the heat.
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Date: 2005-06-20 10:52 am (UTC)Your head shall adorn my new Traitor's Gate.
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You were brilliant. But then, so was I.
Date: 2005-06-20 11:38 am (UTC)There were definite flaws - the TARDIS flying through space with an alleged lack of defences, the London stuff* - but for the rest of it, there wasn't much to say past 'Oh my!' and 'Noooo!' and blubbing a bit. The sense that everything was lost, evoked so well...and then the regeneration, probably the joint best alongside Tom becoming Peter.
*Though I did like Rose's realisation that being exterminated > living in South London.
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Date: 2005-06-20 11:55 am (UTC)I may have been thinking about this all Too Much.
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Date: 2005-06-20 11:58 am (UTC)Re: You were brilliant. But then, so was I.
Date: 2005-06-20 11:56 am (UTC)(I'm just wondering whether Rose/Bad Wolf/Phoenix also resurrected the dead of Earth when she brought Jack back)
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Date: 2005-06-20 12:06 pm (UTC)Re: You were brilliant. But then, so was I.
Date: 2005-06-20 12:07 pm (UTC)Re: You were brilliant. But then, so was I.
Date: 2005-06-20 11:53 am (UTC)Re: You were brilliant. But then, so was I.
Date: 2005-06-20 11:59 am (UTC)(Interestingly, or not, in what was originally to be the second Hartnell story, The Masters of Luxor, the TARDIS did travel like a conventional spaceship, right down to having problems with re-entry)
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Date: 2005-06-20 01:59 pm (UTC)we must kung fu fight!
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