Highly Strung

Now they've gone and done it! My office has only gone and blocked every single bloody blog I read, including my own. Still at least it means none of my colleagues are likely to be reading this.

Check out my jumper – its for cycling innit. Mmmmmm merino….

Thank you most kind and generous Boyf…

I hadn’t realised that the knee length skirt I was wearing today was quite so full until the wind blew it up around my waist in a Marilyn style whilst I was walking along Fitzroy Street. I’d like to tell you I was wearing a lovely beribboned pair of knickers, I wasn’t though…I was wearing a g-string which used to be white but now resembles the colour of dishwater. Now that’s class!

Hello there

Who’s the wee confused fella?

Yesterday me, the boyf, and a few others went along to watch the Tour De France Prologue. Unfortunately after 4 hours in the sun without a hat I got a migraine and had to be escorted home. I reckon people on the crowded tube must have thought the woman with her head bowed and hand covering her eyes had had a wee bit much to drink. I felt like saying – yes maybe any other time, but not this time..

Anyway – today we hauled arses out of bed 8am in order to cycle down to Tower Bridge to see the Tour De France first stage start in London for the first time. Saw the pack go past then it was off to back into the west end to visit the People village and buy some merchandise (t-shirt for the Boyf).

One of the best bits this weekend literally just happened as I was writing this – Robbie McEwan made an amazing comeback after a crash to join the back of the Peleton at just 4 mile or to go. He then made his way up the pack at a steady pace before launching a stunning sprint with only 500 metres to go and taking the stage…even I got excited.

Modern TV’s (I just got one recently), make me feel old! I now know how to use the freeview, which is great because I obviously needed more reruns of Friends in my life. I also understand a lot about how to use my PVR (not everything obviously – advanced features are not for the likes of me…). The DVD, I am down with – it’s like old skool to me now. However what the hell is up with Interactive TV? – ‘press the red I’? I don’t even have a red i on my remote, and when I figured out it was more like a red square, what to do after that – it was all a bit wacky and to be honest a wee bit pointless. Maybe I need to be into sport to appreciate it. I hear you can pick which game you would like to watch on Wimbledon coverage…useless for me, as I actively avoid watching any of the games.

On top of all that, I now have 3 remotes to choose from to operate one of my many devices, it is, of course, the wrong one no matter which one comes to hand first. Big news, the PVR remote will not play the DVD, nor will the DVD remote change channels on the telly. It’s a complex and frustrating business, modern life.

Have I mentioned that the older tv in my bedroom has a video player built into the front? Not only that but also the remote operates the TV and Video – genius!

Conversation with a new colleague and my boss:

Boss: so I saw this kid of about 4 surrounded by bags on his own on a crowded train platform this morning. His mum was about 20 metres away at the cashpoint.

Me: Whaaat? I’d never let go of my kids hand in a busy station, you never know what might happen.

Boss: Me too, its crazy.

New Guy: So Kirses, how old is your child?

Me: No no no, I don’t have a kid, obviously if I did I’d be the best mum in the world though…

I really liked these episodes, the whole apocalyptic vision with the one lone figurehead of resistance was right up my street, it felt like a cheaper version of Terminator 2 (love the muscles and vest look on Linda Hamilton). I also loved the cheesiness, for example in the scene where Martha gets caught by the Master who then allows her to explain how she is about to bring about his downfall, instead of killing her immediately – classic piece of denoement there. Although I have to say I didn’t fully understand the whole ‘tappping into the psychic network via the mobile phone network’ thing, it sounded a bit flimsy to me!

Did anyone else notice the Christian overtones? everyone having faith in one man, who has saved them countless times without them knowing, the mention of faith was the giveaway…

I also loved John Sim, but then, I always do…. How great was the red satin dress his loopy wifey was wearing at the end? It was a bit cliché having the wife perform the treacherous task of dispatching the master at the end. The use of that Voodoo dolls song – Voodoo Child – here come the drums! Really gave The Master an air of charisma as he danced around singing it.

And finally how cute was the Doctor after the Master had shrunk him and put him in a cage! Fab!