A very young Barbara
Windsor guest-starred in this morning's episode of "Dad's
Army". Another black-and-white one; another one I'd not seen
before. I then watched teh end of an episode of "Smallville".
I've only ever seen snippets of that show. With ten seasons of it, I
sometimes wonder if its something I might like. I wonder if I can
download it all from somewhere.
My piss then boiled as I
checked my emails. Having spent sixty quid on new shoes over the
weekend, today eBay send me a voucher for twenty per cent off of all
purchases over twenty quid. They *could* have sent that email
two days ago...
I set off for work, got
to the car and realised I'd left my wallet behind. So I came home and
once I was in and had collected my wallet I went and woke up my dog.
He goes mental when someone visits a house over the road, but was
completely oblivious to someone coming into the one house he is
supposed to be guarding.
I drove to work; the
radio played its usual mix of trivia. I stopped off at Morrisons for
supplies, then did some work.
At lunchtime I popped out
on a geo-mission. A new cache had gone live within walking distance
of work. It didn't take me long to get there; didn't take long at all
to find it.
It was a tad obvious.
It's been there a week, and from reading the logs it looks like the
local kids have already discovered it. I hid it slightly better than
it was (not at all) hidden when I found it, and I took the
liberty to throw away the sweeties which were inside it. Rules is
rules - there should never have been sweeties in the thing in the
first place.
I hope a few more of
these caches go out near work; it made for a pleasent diversion at
lunchtime today. Mind you, at the risk of appearing negative,
Canterbury is notorious for people discovering the geo-hobby, rushing
out hiding new caches, losing interest and then leaving their caches
to decay.
I must admit that
geo-alarm bellls are ringing; here's (yet) another Canterbury
cache hidden by someone with a total find-count of six (including
having cheekily logged this one of his own). Let's hope this new
hider of tupperware don't give up too.
Once home I took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk round the park where
he got rather carnally involved with a chihuahua and a spaniel. Not
at the same time (I hasten to add) but on reflection I'm
wondering whether that was a good or bad thing.
Over tea we watched
something new on telly which reminded me of something I'd heard on
the radio this morning. There had been an interview with Dan
Postgate. Son of Oliver Postgate; he's brought his father's "The
Clangers" back to our TV screens. I quite liked "The
Clangers", and this re-boot was good fun.
"er indoors TM"
went bowling and I watched another new TV show. "Dark
Matter" was rather reminiscent of "FireFly".
I quite liked tonight's first episode even if the same story was done
much better in Star Trek: The Next Generation's episode "Conundrum".
And then it was time for
the last in the current season of "Game of Thrones".
Can't say I've liked it as much as I liked the earlier seasons. When
the show started there were beleiveable characters and
nudey-dragon-girl flopped them out with entertaining regularity.
Those few beleivable characters that are left haven't been developed
at all in this last season, nudey-dragon-girl had kept the puppies on
a tight leash, and any sort of plot has been abandoned in favour of
gratuitous mindless violence. I've seen that in "Football
Factory", "Essex Boys" and the like. Has
"Game of Thrones" run out of ideas? Certainly looks
like it...
Yesterday I mentioned
that "Humans" was a story which had been done to
death by sci-fi writers fifty years ago. Just recently we've been
watched the CGI-ed "Thunderbirds". "Poldark"
(which I liked immensely) was a re-make. Now it's "Clangers
- The Next Generation".
There's nothing original
on the telly any more.
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