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I always forget my Christmas colds
Have just been down to Seaton to see the hunt meet. One chap we met who'd been going all his life said that lately, every year there are more and more people come to watch, just to spite the ban. So that was political capital well spent there, Tony. Officially speaking, they were just hunting a marathon runner, of course - but whatever they're after, it's magnificent watching them all charge along the seafront and up the hill after it. Personally I was hoping the hounds might go for the unusually fluffy peke (yes, even by peke standards) who kept trying to pick fights with them. Stupid animal.
Less Doctor Who discussion on the friendslist than I'd expect, but then it wasn't really an easy episode to discuss, was it? One of RTD's OK-but-flawed mid-rankers, which still makes it the second best Christmas special thus far, but...OK, I liked that Miss Hartigan's motivation and downfall were left to speak for themselves, rather than over-moralised and -explicated. I loved the Morrissey/Tennant chemistry, even if I thought it should have been Morrissey rather than Tennant who saved Morrissey Jr. The TARDIS and the sonic screwdriver, both ace. The Cyber-King was bonkers, but passably entertaining. But what the blazes was with the Cyber-Poochies? How can the Doctor recognise the Cyber-King's specifications, or the Cybermen's data-stamp contain information on Doctors 1-9, when these are the lousy alternate universe model who have only ever met 10, and then without any sign of warships?
It wasn't great Doctor Who, and it wasn't a travesty, it was just...one of those stories. But hey, it was still Doctor Who.
That aside, mainly caught up with Wallace & Gromit. My big present was an external drive, and since my computer's not here then even unbubblewrapping it would be slightly silly.
Less Doctor Who discussion on the friendslist than I'd expect, but then it wasn't really an easy episode to discuss, was it? One of RTD's OK-but-flawed mid-rankers, which still makes it the second best Christmas special thus far, but...OK, I liked that Miss Hartigan's motivation and downfall were left to speak for themselves, rather than over-moralised and -explicated. I loved the Morrissey/Tennant chemistry, even if I thought it should have been Morrissey rather than Tennant who saved Morrissey Jr. The TARDIS and the sonic screwdriver, both ace. The Cyber-King was bonkers, but passably entertaining. But what the blazes was with the Cyber-Poochies? How can the Doctor recognise the Cyber-King's specifications, or the Cybermen's data-stamp contain information on Doctors 1-9, when these are the lousy alternate universe model who have only ever met 10, and then without any sign of warships?
It wasn't great Doctor Who, and it wasn't a travesty, it was just...one of those stories. But hey, it was still Doctor Who.
That aside, mainly caught up with Wallace & Gromit. My big present was an external drive, and since my computer's not here then even unbubblewrapping it would be slightly silly.
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