
The BBC have released a new sneak preview of the Christmas Doctor Who. It contains something that makes a little tingle run down the spine—a proper TARDIS interior:
Yarr, it be Talk Like A Pirate Day. So a’ve ‘ad a mince pie. Be thinking the ho hos be gettin’ confused…
Having, for once, not see Shakespeare in Chester we weren’t about to miss out on open air Bard. Luckily Hall Place was coming to our rescue, allowing Heather, Gemma and I to go and see A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Continue reading
So what happens when sixty-odd thousand fans are waiting for Green Day are treated to Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody being played over the speakers? They join in of course, word perfectly and spontaneously with no prompting or guidance (and with now canon headbanging in the appropriate place). There is something so Continue reading …
There is a general election rapidly approaching, a mere two years after the last—the idea of them being fixed at every five years having been quickly made a mockery of when it suited the incumbent government—and the media is full of calls to make sure I’m registered I am, to Continue reading …
Of things to do on a afternoon going to a place well known for excrement may not be high on the list. When that place is part of the mass Victorian infrastructure of London things are different though. So Heather, Gemma, and I went out to find Crossness Pumping Station.
Having enjoyed them greatly and been a bit disappointed (and missing anything in 2016 completely) we returned to see the tall ships grace the Thames again this Easter. They were back on form, with a relaxed festive atmosphere around the river bank of Greenwich. Walking down through the rather chaotic Continue reading …
Bank holidays bring castles, at least in my world. This time the castle was part of a short break to the port of Dover. We wandered town, stayed overnight and had a look at a wonderful castle. Continue reading