Greetings my lovelies...I have been endeavouring to post as much as I can, during what is essentially a very busy work period for me at the moment (mind, I always seem to be saying I'm busy, don't I...?) Though my blogging has been quite sparse as a whole...
Anyway in order to accommodate everything that's going on with moi, it looks like I'm going to have to go into blogging hibernation for a few weeks, so you can expect a proper return at the start of July. As you will have seen, I haven't even had time to post any Dr Who reviews since "Flesh and Stone" - but you know what I'm like on that score: a bloomin' perfectionist. I started writing up my thoughts on "Vampires in Venice" and "Amy's Choice" but didn't get much further than that! However on my return I will be letting you know my thoughts on all the remaining episodes - promise!! As a quick overall comment though, I must confess to feelings of disappointment with the episodes that have been broadcast over the last few weeks. Since "Time of Angels/Flesh and Stone" there hasn't been a single story that I would award 4 stars or above. The Silurian story for example hd a lot of a potential but overall felt like a let down. Last night's "Pandorica Opens" had some slightly naff elements but also some very good ones - so I really pray the finale episode doesn't mess it all up. We'll see...
Will be back in July then. Now, in my absence I expect you all to conduct yourselves properly and be very good blogging boys and girls. No fighting or unpleasantness, please! And always use your Green Cross Code. Because I won't be there when you cross the road. *
Love OC xx
* Anyone remember who said that?
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Friday, 18 June 2010
What we REALLY should be worrying about...
Screw football.
Screw England (metaphorically speaking you understand.
And screw the bloody world cup!!
Tomorrow, the Pandorica opens and that's all I care about.
Far more important.
Far more momentous.
Far more of a threat to the universe as we know it.
You have been warned...
Screw England (metaphorically speaking you understand.
And screw the bloody world cup!!
Tomorrow, the Pandorica opens and that's all I care about.
Far more important.
Far more momentous.
Far more of a threat to the universe as we know it.
You have been warned...
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Saturday, 12 June 2010
Englaaaaaaaaaand!!
...is something I can hear some teenage kiddies yelling outside my house, as I type this epistle.
What-eveeeeer.
Fellow blogger Steve left a hilarious update/comment on his Facebook page: "Hey footie fans - you can shove the World Cup up your arse". My sentiments exactly. Although from my own point of view, this might actually be quite a pleasurable experience, difficult though it may be to accommodate the whole of the cup into my, erm, nether regions. On second thoughts, forget that one.
Yes, I am not, and never have been:
1) A footie fan
2) Particularly bothered about the World Cup.
So there.
I think it all goes back to school really, where I was never particularly good at or bothered about sport, football and rugby chiefly. I used to hate team sports of this kind and would do anything to avoid getting involved. I'll never forget my sports teacher at Secondary school, Mr Willis, yelling: "Johnson! You're supposed to be running towards the rugby ball, not away from it!" From thereon it all went pear-shaped.
Back to the here and now...The abundance of cars with England flags a fluttering, driving up and down roads and tooting their horns, is already starting to grate. I went for a haircut earlier today and my barber had a huge St George's flag hung on the wall of his "salon", so no prizes for guessing who he'll be rooting for tonight. He then proceeded to subject me to a grilling as to why I wasn't watching the World Cup, why I wasn't a fan etc, etc. Grrr! The biggest consolation of having to deal with all of this was walking out of his shop with a very good haircut for a mere £7. Maybe I should take some ear plugs next time.
Okay, I'll concede to a certain amount of patriotism and if I was forced to make a choice, of course I'd want my own country to win. Then again I'm married to a Brazilian, so I'm kind of torn between two camps here. Divorce might be on the cards if I say the wrong thing. And you don't have to be a footballing expert to know that the Latino boys are far more likely to walk away with the trophy than us pale islanders...
Plus, there is of course the sexy factor. One can't deny the appeal of men in shorts and men with decent bodies (if you're a woman or gay man, I should add). So for purely gratuitous purposes and as a kind of "fingers up cos I don't care" gesture towards the World Cup, here's a few footballing hotties for you to drool over. They can come and play with my ball(s) any time. I couldn't even be bothered to check their names, so I'll leave that bit to you...Yes, so in my last post I was bemoaning the fact that it was morally wrong for Matt Smith to get his kit off in Dr Who, but this is a different matter entirely, surely? Isn't it...??
What-eveeeeer.
Fellow blogger Steve left a hilarious update/comment on his Facebook page: "Hey footie fans - you can shove the World Cup up your arse". My sentiments exactly. Although from my own point of view, this might actually be quite a pleasurable experience, difficult though it may be to accommodate the whole of the cup into my, erm, nether regions. On second thoughts, forget that one.
Yes, I am not, and never have been:
1) A footie fan
2) Particularly bothered about the World Cup.
So there.
I think it all goes back to school really, where I was never particularly good at or bothered about sport, football and rugby chiefly. I used to hate team sports of this kind and would do anything to avoid getting involved. I'll never forget my sports teacher at Secondary school, Mr Willis, yelling: "Johnson! You're supposed to be running towards the rugby ball, not away from it!" From thereon it all went pear-shaped.
Back to the here and now...The abundance of cars with England flags a fluttering, driving up and down roads and tooting their horns, is already starting to grate. I went for a haircut earlier today and my barber had a huge St George's flag hung on the wall of his "salon", so no prizes for guessing who he'll be rooting for tonight. He then proceeded to subject me to a grilling as to why I wasn't watching the World Cup, why I wasn't a fan etc, etc. Grrr! The biggest consolation of having to deal with all of this was walking out of his shop with a very good haircut for a mere £7. Maybe I should take some ear plugs next time.
Okay, I'll concede to a certain amount of patriotism and if I was forced to make a choice, of course I'd want my own country to win. Then again I'm married to a Brazilian, so I'm kind of torn between two camps here. Divorce might be on the cards if I say the wrong thing. And you don't have to be a footballing expert to know that the Latino boys are far more likely to walk away with the trophy than us pale islanders...
Plus, there is of course the sexy factor. One can't deny the appeal of men in shorts and men with decent bodies (if you're a woman or gay man, I should add). So for purely gratuitous purposes and as a kind of "fingers up cos I don't care" gesture towards the World Cup, here's a few footballing hotties for you to drool over. They can come and play with my ball(s) any time. I couldn't even be bothered to check their names, so I'll leave that bit to you...Yes, so in my last post I was bemoaning the fact that it was morally wrong for Matt Smith to get his kit off in Dr Who, but this is a different matter entirely, surely? Isn't it...??
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
Doctor...Nude??
Oh my gosh! This must be a historic first ... in the forthcoming Dr Who episode, The Lodger (broadcast this coming Saturday) the Time Lord gets his kit off! Well, not quite the full kit as you can see, but close enough ... What is the programme coming to? In the soon to be screened story, the Doc also plays a game of football with James Corden (pictured left). They must have written this into the show deliberately, as Matt Smith is a bit of a footy fan (and fact fans, before becoming a thespian, Matt S almost embarked on a footballing career, but had to give it all up when he suffered a back injury).
I'm not sure what I think about the prospect of a near-naked Dr on the show. Whilst undoubtedly a fan of the masculine form, and normally happy at the presence of hot male totty, I'm not 100% convinced that the sight of the Time Lord stripping off in the programme is right. Granted, DW has moved on since the days of the old show with its acknowledgement of relationships and things sexual (e.g. Rose snogging the Dr, Captain Jack flirting with the fellas, etc etc) but the Dr has always been a bit exempt from all that stuff. Okay, so in the pic above he's only had a shower and that's all there is to it, but ...
Or am I being a prude about the Doc in the nude?
What are your thoughts, folks? And does Matt Smith's body float your boat? (Incidentally I'm expecting only an affirmative response from the girls and gays, in response to the latter question...)
(By the way more Dr Who reviews are on their way!)
I'm not sure what I think about the prospect of a near-naked Dr on the show. Whilst undoubtedly a fan of the masculine form, and normally happy at the presence of hot male totty, I'm not 100% convinced that the sight of the Time Lord stripping off in the programme is right. Granted, DW has moved on since the days of the old show with its acknowledgement of relationships and things sexual (e.g. Rose snogging the Dr, Captain Jack flirting with the fellas, etc etc) but the Dr has always been a bit exempt from all that stuff. Okay, so in the pic above he's only had a shower and that's all there is to it, but ...
Or am I being a prude about the Doc in the nude?
What are your thoughts, folks? And does Matt Smith's body float your boat? (Incidentally I'm expecting only an affirmative response from the girls and gays, in response to the latter question...)
(By the way more Dr Who reviews are on their way!)
Labels:
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James Corden,
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The Lodger
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