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Do Not Touch The Walrus
So there was enough to Friday that it got its own post, but there's been plenty of other stuff too. Impressive performances by Blood Angels and White Witches, the first semi-civilised sit in the park sociably reading the paper session of the season, and an attempt to celebrate Aug's birthday in spite of the birthday boy being incapacitated (hey, Jesus gets that treatment, and he wasn't even in Lifestyle). Plus - the Horniman Museum, essentially a massive collection of creepy stuff (and some peculiar musical instruments). It is famous for its impressively overstuffed walrus, but the taxidermy hall also contains the severed heads of several dogs and a spare fox for visitors to stroke - though the one item which really took me aback was the poor bloody passenger pigeon. They also had some mice which were still alive, or at least I really hope they were because they were definitely moving. Elsewhere, other items liable to terrify small children (and others) include ritual masks, instruments of torture, and quite the most lively/deathly statue of Kali I have ever seen. Oh, and there's an aquarium in the basement. Obviously. Where else would you keep the furry crabs?
Afterwards we sat in the sun with excitable doggies, and then I got to see how South and West London connect. I always presumed they did somewhere, I just wasn't quite clear on the details before.
Also - Doctor Who! 'The Time of Angels' is the first episode this series which I've seen twice, and the second time it's not just better, it seems shorter - no longer than an episode of the original show. Which is unusual, and brilliant. Rewatching it after the two multi-Doctor anniversary extravaganzas (and a couple of delicious sonic screwdriver cocktails) emphasises how much Troughton there is in Matt Smith's Mr Grumpyface performance, though what makes him truly magnificent is that he has elements of all his other predecessors in there too. And 'Time of Angels' itself...so far we've had Moffat writing an establishing story, simple classic Who. Then we had him writing an incoherent mess of a Rusty-style dystopia. But this is what we'd come to expect from his contributions - creepy, tense, potentially even better at giving kids nightmares than 'Blink'. He's mixed the Weeping Angels in with Aliens and Ring, shaken well, and run off cackling. I love it. But he still has space for mucking about as well, because if you know you can be scary you don't have to be po-faced about it. Hence Mike Skinner, masturbation jokes and that wonderful line about the brakes. I love it.
Afterwards we sat in the sun with excitable doggies, and then I got to see how South and West London connect. I always presumed they did somewhere, I just wasn't quite clear on the details before.
Also - Doctor Who! 'The Time of Angels' is the first episode this series which I've seen twice, and the second time it's not just better, it seems shorter - no longer than an episode of the original show. Which is unusual, and brilliant. Rewatching it after the two multi-Doctor anniversary extravaganzas (and a couple of delicious sonic screwdriver cocktails) emphasises how much Troughton there is in Matt Smith's Mr Grumpyface performance, though what makes him truly magnificent is that he has elements of all his other predecessors in there too. And 'Time of Angels' itself...so far we've had Moffat writing an establishing story, simple classic Who. Then we had him writing an incoherent mess of a Rusty-style dystopia. But this is what we'd come to expect from his contributions - creepy, tense, potentially even better at giving kids nightmares than 'Blink'. He's mixed the Weeping Angels in with Aliens and Ring, shaken well, and run off cackling. I love it. But he still has space for mucking about as well, because if you know you can be scary you don't have to be po-faced about it. Hence Mike Skinner, masturbation jokes and that wonderful line about the brakes. I love it.