If I was to ask you what sprang to mind when I said the words “Doctor Who”, you, depending on which Doctor was “your” Doctor could possibly answer:
Bow-ties are cool!
Really Long Scarf’s!
Celery in the Lapel
It could be a list a mile long.
For me though it changes on a daily basis. I don’t really have a 100% firm MY Doctor… IF I am pinned down to just ONE, then it would probably have to be David Tennant. I found his performance to be everything I wanted from a Doctor, but to be honest, every Actor that has portrayed the great medic has something that the others just haven’t and makes them unique and MY Doctor whilst I am watching that story. Continue reading
I was having an early hours chat with a good friend Henrietta about my lack of blogging over the past couple of months and she suggested I take a look at a couple of regularly run blogging events that might get me back into the swing of things. A great idea as the A-Z Challenge did wonders for my creativity and I felt great (up to a point).
One of the events is the “1000 Voices Speak for Compassion” blog event that’s run on the 20th of every month. So, nothing like giving myself a challenge here. Seeing as I tend to rabbit on I’ll just link to the blog’s about page and you can read their much more eloquent description of what they do and why. 1000 Speak for Compassion Continue reading
Like millions of kids, growing up my parents read newspapers 7 days a week. I know it was 7 days a week because they made me go and fetch them from the shop or bring them home after I finished my
paper round in the morning. They would also read the local paper that would be delivered in the afternoon, The Evening Post. As I got a little older I started to read the Sunday papers (and not just the comics either). During the week, I would scan the back pages for Sports news whilst doing my Paper Round but I didn’t really have time for much else during the week. The only other periodical I would read during the week would be Kerrang the Heavy Metal Bible (back then, I haven’t read that in a while). Continue reading
Today is the anniversary of the day someone was crazy enough to take me on and make me an honest man. It doesn’t seem like 15 years, it seems like only yesterday.
There are 1001 cliches that go along with anniversary’s and I could sit here and write them all out as I really don’t have the creative spirit within me at the moment. All you really have to know is that with an infinitesimal few times I never been happier in my life.
Mind you, if the Mayor of the township in which we were getting married in had had her way we wouldn’t have gotten married 15 years ago. Why? It was all a can of Ravioli’s fault. Continue reading