The Great Exterminator

[alexsarll]

Watched 'Bad Wolf' and 'The Parting of the Ways' again last night; contrary to my expectations, a full awareness of what was happening made them even better. The flaws didn't seem so grating, most of the plot holes did actually make sense, and the atmosphere was powerful enough that the rest didn't matter. Oh, and I've checked - London's only Clifton Parade is in Feltham. I'm sure that even the Southrons among you will agree that death by Dalek > life in Feltham. The significance of Bad Wolf's reference to "my Doctor" also became apparent, though everyone else probably spotted that straight away - it's not just Rose talking, but the TARDIS too, and perhaps even Time, hence the multi-tracked effect on her voice.
And isn't it great that even the tabloids seem to have been fine with the gay agenda? At most they seem to have mentioned it with amusement rather than outrage. The only 'will somebody think of the children' drivel I've seen has been from oldskool fans online.
I have also realised that the effects technology is now good enough to give us Rutans. Please, RTD!

I know Metro isn't the most reliable of sources, but I hope they're right about Christian Bale making another three Batman films, but Katie Holmes being dropped. And I hope that she's not being dropped in order to be replaced with another inappropriate no-mark love interest. Unless they use Poison Ivy, Catwoman or Wonder Woman, the closest Bat-films should come to a love interest is that scene from Begins with the two models.

Tony Blair says he could not accept the "usual cobbled together compromise" as he updated MPs on the European Union's failure to agree a new budget. Who'd have thought, after that embarrassment of an election victory, that within two months Blair would actually have shown himself a statesman? Perhaps Peter St John is taking more of a hand in matters.

As a club name, Brighton Queer Bash could be prone to misinterpretation.

On the rise of China, Martin Jacques argues that "China will be demonised for its political system and its profound cultural differences - for the first time in modern history, a non-white, non-European-based society will be a global superpower. The west will need to learn to live with difference rather than seeking to denounce and subjugate it."
So denouncing murderous dictatorships which haven't even had the grace to cling to their principles is racist?

Comments

[mrs-leroy-brown.livejournal.com]

i ignore all south-based disses from you anyway because 1)croydon doesn't count, 2)you have no idea what you're talking about and 3)you piss your pants in fear when walking down a quiet terraced house neighbourhood and see three cops which is apparently a 'strong police prescence' where you come from. eejit.

[barrysarll.livejournal.com]

It was curiousity the first time along said road - I was worried the second time, but only that they'd do insecuregoddess for drunk & disorderly.

[mrs-leroy-brown.livejournal.com]

still, 3 cops = not a strong police presence.

[barrysarll.livejournal.com]

Perhaps not by the standards of South London, where they usually either send in a full SWAT team or are too scared to enter at all.

[mrs-leroy-brown.livejournal.com]

that doesn't even make sense.

[barrysarll.livejournal.com]

Yes it does. I am used to seeing police in ones or twos, casually strolling around the genteel environs of North London. Thus what might not look like a heavy police presence to inhabitants of the crime-ridden Southern ghettoes, does to me.

[shewho.livejournal.com]

you live in freaking finsbury park. do you not surface on match days? ;P

[barrysarll.livejournal.com]

As far as possible, no. But in any case, mrs_leroy_brown is deep in Millwall territory so I doubt match days there are much better.

[mrs-leroy-brown.livejournal.com]

i hear a bit o singing and people cut through my estate to get to the stadium. that's it. they're mostly kiddies and families and very tastefully dressed nazis. kidding.

[shewho.livejournal.com]

ack they probably are, cos aren't all away fans banned from going to the millwall ground or something?

[mrs-leroy-brown.livejournal.com]

it doesn't make sense because you don't actually live in NXG so your reports of crime ridden southeren ghettoes has no basis in reality. also, coming from MINGSBURY CRAP talking down to me is so rich, it makes me laff like this: ha!

[barrysarll.livejournal.com]

But I've *visited* NXG, which is plenty of evidence for me. Hell, it's impossible to make a non-criminal Tube journey to the place because there's no Oyster reader at the station!

Anyway, winding up Southrons makes me laugh like this: BWAHAHAHAHAHA. Far more laughter, innit?

[mrs-leroy-brown.livejournal.com]

there is an oyster reader, doorknob. it's on the platform near the chooob.

my laff is dry and hollow for it cannot muster up any real oomph for non funny peonic remarks from a quagmire lookalike.

[publicansdecoy.livejournal.com]

Well, quite. The things Barry disses the south for are all at least equally prevalent in the north.

I've had all sorts of bother walking to Finny P tube from Rhoda's. i've never had any bother at Neu Kreuz or Lewisham though.

-x-

[mrs-leroy-brown.livejournal.com]

zactly my good homie. though i admit i feel much safter wandering round lewisham/NXG after hours because i'm familiar with it and less in places like finny p/archway because i'm not. but i freely admit this whilst some just turn it to a simple north/south thing.

You posted this just as I sought another take on the same theory:

[barrysarll.livejournal.com]

"But now, from between the black & white spiders, a cloud and fire burst and rolled thro' the deep black'ning all beneath, so that the nether deep grew black as a sea, & rolled with a terrible noise; beneath us was nothing now to be seen but a black tempest, till looking east between the clouds & the waves, we saw a cataract of blood mixed with fire, and not many stones' throw from us appear'd and sunk again the scaly fold of a monstrous serpent; at last, to the east, distant about three degrees appear'd a fiery crest above the waves; slowly it reared like a ridge of golden rocks, till we discover'd two globes of crimson fire, from which the sea fled away in clouds of smoke; and now we saw, it was the head of Leviathan; his forehead was divided into streaks of green & purple like those on a tyger's forehead: soon we saw his mouth & red gills hang just above the raging foam tinging the black deep with beams of blood, advancing toward us with all the fury of a spiritual existence.
My friend the Angel climb'd up from his station into the mill; I remain'd alone, & then this appearance was no more, but I found myself sitting on a pleasant bank beside a river by moonlight, hearing a harper who sung to the harp; & his theme was: 'The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, & breeds reptiles of the mind.'
But I arose, and sought for the mill, & there I found my Angel, who surprised, asked me how I escaped?
I answer'd: ' All that we saw was owing to your metaphysics; for when you ran away, I found myself on a bank by moonlight hearing a harper, But now we have seen my eternal lot, shall I shew you yours?' he laugh'd at my proposal; but I by force suddenly caught him in my arms, & flew westerly thro' the night, till we were elevated above the earth's shadow; then I flung myself with him directly into the body of the sun; here I clothed myself in white, & taking in my hand Swedenborg's, volumes sunk from the glorious clime, and passed all the planets till we came to saturn: here I staid to rest & then leap'd into the void, between saturn & the fixed stars.
'Here,' said I, 'is your lot, in this space, if space it may be call'd.' Soon we saw the stable and the church, & I took him to the altar and open'd the Bible, and lo! it was a deep pit, into which I descended driving the Angel before me, soon we saw seven houses of brick; one we enter'd; in it were a number of monkeys, baboons, & all of that species, chain'd by the middle, grinning and snatching at one another, but witheld by the shortness of their chains: however, I saw that they sometimes grew numerous, and then the weak were caught by the strong, and with a grinning aspect, first coupled with, & then devour'd, by plucking off first one limb and then another till the body was left a helpless trunk; this after grinning & kissing it with seeming fondness they devour'd too; and here & there I saw one savourily picking the flesh off of his own tail; as the stench terribly annoy'd us both, we went into the mill, & I in my hand brought the skeleton of a body, which in the mill was Aristotle's Analytics.
So the Angel said: 'thy phantasy has imposed upon me, & thou oughtest to be ashamed.'
I answer'd: 'we impose on one another, & it is but lost time to converse with you whose works are only Analytics.' (http://www.levity.com/alchemy/blake_ma.html)

- William Blake, 'The Marriage of Heaven and Hell'

Re: You posted this just as I sought another take on the same theory:

[mrs-leroy-brown.livejournal.com]

hmm, i could comment on this, noting the never changing your opinion bit or call you a goth, but i've had beer for lunch so i only need do this:

Re: You posted this just as I sought another take on the same theory:

[barrysarll.livejournal.com]

Dude, given this time I was agreeing with you, that's uncalled-for!