Yesterday morning I got up early and stood around at a Rotaract stall at a sort of societies fayre thing. Then came home for a couple of hours, watched The Sontaran Experiment which I bought off Amazon Jersey. Then went out to tinshake and watch a couple of weddings go in and out of the town hall (how the women could walk on the cobbles on those heels, I don't know). Came home, watched the commentary on aforesaid Sontaran Experiment, then went out to a Rotaract Halloween thing.

Which was great fun but there's where it all falls down because they (the chippy) must have done something to the chicken and chips I had because I've spent most of the doing nothing, and certainly not eating. Except I watched the documentary on The Sontaran Experiment. And finished that DVD.

I also saw the first episode of The Bill series 2, which I really enjoyed. It's a bit slow but still so much better than it is now. And had all these characters I remember: Uncle Bob, Auntie June, Jim Carver, Viv Martella, Ted Roach. And Mike Dashwood I vaguely remember, I think, although I seem to recall him coming back for an episode years later. When I needed a DC OC in a fic I used his first name and his looks. The last name I changed and since he didn't actually appear in person, a personality was not really required.

One of the stories they had was of their first black PC. How times have changed. The main plot involved Galloway being the Lone Ranger, as Cryer called him, sending CID off on an obbo without telling Uniform, so Uniform unknowingly mess it up. Except they don't because Galloway's snout is stringing him a fast one. How times haven't changed - well, when The Bill still had crime, that is, instead of pretty people. Stick Mike Dashwood from twenty years ago in with that lot and nobody'd blink an eye, despite the fact that he is really quite handsome.

My sister came round to borrow my calculator. She sat in my car and didn't have as much trouble reaching the pedals as I do, as her legs are longer. I sat in hers and without any cushions and without the seat all the way forward (unprecendented in my experience) not only could I reach the pedals but my legs weren't anywhere near straight when I had the clutch pushed down. When dad's car finally goes, I'm definitely getting a Yaris (red, obviously).

2 Responses to “Busy, busy, ill”

Fuzz Says:
Sunday 29th October 2006 at 8:06 pm

Yaris are great, I was going to get one until I found my car.

Nic Says:
Sunday 29th October 2006 at 9:25 pm

They are! My parents have one and my sister has one. So I should have one to complete the set