I was watching the DVD commentary on The Curse of Fenric this morning, which I was trying to tidy a bit. But I had to stop when they mentioned they were filming at Lulworth Cove. I went and investigated some photos but they always took care to shoot from such an angle so that you can't see the two sides at the time. Which is the bit of it I really remember - I haven't been there in years. I had a look at some photos on Google Images but the images in my head are at a funny angle.

While I was looking, though, I found a picture of Stair Hole. When I was on the Great Ocean Road and saw The Grotto it reminded me of a cross between Stair Hole and Durdle Door, I just couldn't remember the name of the former. I particularly liked this site, not least because most of the pictures look like the Great Ocean Road.

I also discovered they had filmed some Doctor Who near Durdle Door as well. I remember going on a school trip there and nearly getting cut off by the tide. Not that I've been to any of these places for ages - they were all school trip sort of places - but I still felt really homesick. For the pretty scenery, the sea close by, and being able to sit out in the garden, in the shade, in a nice deckchair. Which I know dad has been doing today, although he's probably had his toy out there with him. Back in 1995 when it was too hot to do anything else we didn't have any of this wireless network business. So I got through a lot of books.

I must go and listen to this weeks ISIHAC though, see what they've cut out. Which will sort me out.

I've had a good weekend though, which is good after a crap week. Friday night I got quite drunk on a cocktail crawl round Oxford. The first place we went to I liked because it was non-smoking. And I discovered I really like steak after years of thinking I didn't. I have a feeling I've been confusing it with lamb chop, which I can't stand. The second place we went to had comfy seats (which were empty that early in the evening, and because it was a student bar and it's uni holidays). We got to watch the good-looking barman mix the cocktails as well. And certain male members of the group displayed their skills in the hitherto unknown of art of cocktail arranging, so I could take a picture for the website.

It was all a bit downhill after that because the next bar had music so loud we couldn't talk, so ended up drinking more quickly. Which was probably my downfall. BY 11pm there was nowhere left to go that was free to get into and we admitted defeat.

Saturday I got up early to go to the Beeblebear's Picnic. I even had time to stop off in Reading at ShakeAway and had a bourbon biscuit milkshake that only had a hint of soya in the taste. I did completely fail to find Regent's Park tube station (it looked a lot closer to Oxford Street on the map, where I stopped off at Borders to use the toilet). But handily met other people on the way to the park. So all was not completely lost.

I did spend quite a bit of time playing frisbee. Which was fun, although today I ache and have rather a lot fewer fingernails than I did yesterday. Including one that's still on and has stopped bleeding but is really painful. I'm trying not to think about how much it's going to hurt when I accidentally rip it off - it's breaking rather a long way down. I'm wondering if it's because I'm not getting enough calcium but then surely that would make them bend, not break?

I also played Space Munchkin, which I vaguely managed to work out what was going on by the time we finished. But on the whole it was fun. Next weekend is our tinshake, and I'm trying not to think about how fast it's coming up. People counting down to Harry Potter is not helping. As far as I'm concerned 16th July is next month and can stay there, at least until Tuesday.