Dr Who blazed across our screens last night, the one with the greeing of the Ood. The 10 year old enjoyed it (I still struggle with Donna bleating like an Aussie fishwife "Doctaah") and then decided that now the Ood were free maybe they would get real names instead of numbers. She favoured Burt.
I may be getting old and grumpy or I may be just tired of drab, dreary and cold weather (or I may be smarting over our thugby team losing 2 in a row...) but I am certain David Tennant was leering like a man possessed during tonights episode. I felt like perhaps he could see thru my top with those groovy specs he continuously takes on and off - whoa, if I was the writer I suspect (geddit?) that his specs wouldn't be the only on/off action. Wouldn't dare tell the 10 year old that, she's got him pegged as my number one son-in-law.
Anyway, am off to view Life on Mars. Oddly not the political thriller that it sounds like but it is certainly great social commentary. Anyway, speaking of social commentary I'll leave you with this interesting arrangement! (Parental supervision highly recommended).