Well I've waited a few days to see what everyone else is saying before sharing my views on the Eleventh Doctor, and frankly I dunno what the problem is.
Doctor Who, is magical, whoever plays him, whichever generation he is, he's this magical man who travels through time and space saving whichever planet he turns up on. The man is a legend. Close your eyes and say Doctor Who and 9 times out of 10 you're going to picture Tom Baker, because that scarf just screams Doctor Who, but then maybe immedietly after picturing Tom Baker he'll be replaced by the current Doctor because he's freshest in your mind.
I've read and heard so many people complaining that it just wont be the same without David Tennant, and of course it won't be - just like the David Tennant era wasn't the same as Christopher Eccleston or Peter Davidson or Patrick Troughton or, well you get the point.
The Doctor owns a time machine, he saves the world, he talks to aliens on a daily basis, he has so many interesting stories to tell. He has gadgets galore, he's a genius. He's quite probably the most billiant living being ever...what's not to like there then?
It doesn't matter who is playing him - the mere concept of him is brilliant, awe-inspiringly brilliant!
Matt Smith played the part perfectly as far as I can see, but then, was there ever any doubt? There shouldn't have been. The Doctor is The Doctor, he's lovable, eccentric, funny, kind and utterly brilliant, and always will be no matter who plays him... after all he is just the same man in a different body.
It comes as no suprise to hear females bemoaning the loss of the Tenth Doctor, because let's be honest the Doctor was never famed for his good looks, but then good looks are a matter of taste. David Tennant is a handsome man indeed...although I have to admit that as much as I found myself attracted to him when he was fiddling with his sonic screwdriver, in anything else I was quite uninterested.
Go on admit it...you only fancy David Tennant when he's the Doctor and you'll all be swooning over Matt Smith within a fortnight - I am fairly certain I will be anyway, but then I've always had a thing for geeky men - and believe me, geek is a state of mind, not a fashion statement.
Having watched the Eleventh Hour for a second time I can quite honestly say "oh yes, that'll do nicely"
Thursday, 8 April 2010
Friday, 22 January 2010
Digital Piracy Rocks the Music Industry
So I read an article today about how Digital piracy is responsible for the decrease in sales of both hard copy music and downloads from legal download sites such as Itunes and Spotify.
Maybe it's just time for a change? Isn't it an exciting thought that actually people might get to have their own say about what they like? There's very little need for a recording contract with a record company anymore as digital recording software is easy to buy and easy to use. Bands can make some pretty damn fine "demos" in their rehearsal room and actually the quality most times is every bit as good as anything you can buy in the shops.
So you record your demo, then you load it onto MySpace for all the world to see, or you put it on Itunes to sell or you leak it to a site where people can download it illegaly for free.
Rather than bemoaning the falling sales maybe the music industry needs to look at this as a chance to change the way it operates. For years the public has been at the mercy of A&R people, huge companies deciding what we should listen to. They pay huge amounts of money to media to ensure that their next big thing is on the cover of the right magazines and played every 10 minutes on the radio. They saturate the market until even those of us with our own minds can't avoid hearing it. The media tells us what to think all the time, whether it's what music we should like, what constitutes attractive in the celebrity world or how thin we should be.
And ok, maybe we should feel sorry for the artists, those people who have worked hard on crafting their masterpieces only to find no one is buying them but everyone has a copy on their Ipod all the same.
But how sorry should we feel for the artist? ok so no one is buying their records, but when they sign a contract and recieve a huge multimillion pound non refundable advance payment against royalties, they're not the ones losing out are they? Nope. It's the record company that loses out because they never recoup the money back if no one buys the records.
And even if sales did impact on the artist, do we really care? Do they really deserve all the money when all they're likely to do is snort it up their nose anyway?
There will always be some bands you love so much you will buy every format that comes out, I myself recently acquired vinyl copies of the 3 original albums by The Beat, an honest to goodness hard working band, that gig constantly and keep smiling. I would like to hope that they earn enough from gigging to make a decent living, because they are my favourite band to watch and long may they continue to tour.
Maybe that is the key. Where in the past live tours were seen as a marketing expense to promote an album, perhaps the industry needs to stop bemoaning the falling record sales and shift their focus. Make records a marketing expense to promote a live tour. Instead of recording deals they can offer promotion deals, if they think a band is good enough they can raise their profile and make them celebrities so they can sell out stadiums at ?75 a ticket.
Although that wont appeal to everyone, some people like the small gig experience. but then again some people like buying CDs. The Music industry is never going to please everyone, but if they shift their focus they may find they at least still have an industry to call their own.
Maybe it's just time for a change? Isn't it an exciting thought that actually people might get to have their own say about what they like? There's very little need for a recording contract with a record company anymore as digital recording software is easy to buy and easy to use. Bands can make some pretty damn fine "demos" in their rehearsal room and actually the quality most times is every bit as good as anything you can buy in the shops.
So you record your demo, then you load it onto MySpace for all the world to see, or you put it on Itunes to sell or you leak it to a site where people can download it illegaly for free.
Rather than bemoaning the falling sales maybe the music industry needs to look at this as a chance to change the way it operates. For years the public has been at the mercy of A&R people, huge companies deciding what we should listen to. They pay huge amounts of money to media to ensure that their next big thing is on the cover of the right magazines and played every 10 minutes on the radio. They saturate the market until even those of us with our own minds can't avoid hearing it. The media tells us what to think all the time, whether it's what music we should like, what constitutes attractive in the celebrity world or how thin we should be.
And ok, maybe we should feel sorry for the artists, those people who have worked hard on crafting their masterpieces only to find no one is buying them but everyone has a copy on their Ipod all the same.
But how sorry should we feel for the artist? ok so no one is buying their records, but when they sign a contract and recieve a huge multimillion pound non refundable advance payment against royalties, they're not the ones losing out are they? Nope. It's the record company that loses out because they never recoup the money back if no one buys the records.
And even if sales did impact on the artist, do we really care? Do they really deserve all the money when all they're likely to do is snort it up their nose anyway?
There will always be some bands you love so much you will buy every format that comes out, I myself recently acquired vinyl copies of the 3 original albums by The Beat, an honest to goodness hard working band, that gig constantly and keep smiling. I would like to hope that they earn enough from gigging to make a decent living, because they are my favourite band to watch and long may they continue to tour.
Maybe that is the key. Where in the past live tours were seen as a marketing expense to promote an album, perhaps the industry needs to stop bemoaning the falling record sales and shift their focus. Make records a marketing expense to promote a live tour. Instead of recording deals they can offer promotion deals, if they think a band is good enough they can raise their profile and make them celebrities so they can sell out stadiums at ?75 a ticket.
Although that wont appeal to everyone, some people like the small gig experience. but then again some people like buying CDs. The Music industry is never going to please everyone, but if they shift their focus they may find they at least still have an industry to call their own.
Friday, 6 November 2009
Leave Rafa Alone
It's not always easy being a Liverpool fan. We're like the under dogs of the top 4 - and yes I know, at least we are one of the top 4, but while we are up there, considered alongside Arsenal, Chelsea and the Scum, sometimes the difference between us and them seems mammoth. I'm pretty sure fans and players alike take for granted that Man U are going to win no matter who they play - and for the most part, they do. But while on paper we surely should win, we can never say for certain that we will.
Ironically when we meet one of our big rivals we pull out all the stops and we seem to fight more, and we've won some games which perhaps we weren't expecting...i bet Man U assumed given our run of bad luck it's be a walk in the park to take 3 points off us. But as if we're going to let Man U do that. So why do we let Fulham do it?
The difference i see between us and the other top 4 teams is the strength in the squad. Last season we finally had our starting eleven sorted and it worked like a dream, but what happens when one of the first eleven can't play? if the rest of the squad is rubbish then we're going to suffer when the likes of Gerrard or Torres are injured.
Of course then Alonso left, and christ if we haven't been allowed to forget it by every Red who can be arsed ringing phone-ins to complain - what sort of people do that anyway?? "We want Alonso back" "We're missing Alonso" and everyone's complaining about Rafa because Alonso has gone - Alonso chose to go. Rafa never wanted to lose him anymore than any of us did. But as much as I love my home, given the choice between living and raising a family in your home town in Spain and living and raising a family in Liverpool... can we really blame him for wanting to leave?
Rafa's got a long term plan, get the perfect starting eleven, then strengthen the rest of the squad. It's not his fault one of his key players left, and i reckon from the small glimpse we've had of Aquilani, he will be really good, but he needs time to gt familiar with the team and settle in. We're not going to have the answer over night.
Maybe this isn't our Season, and yes, that's so disappointing given how close we came last season, but there's next season and the one after... It's a marathon not a sprint and we have to get off Rafa's case, because it's not his fault his key players are injured...
Perhaps they should rethink International Duty. Why can't all the qualifiers be played in the close season? at least then the England Squad would get a decent run of time to train and play together, and they could stop disrupting our domestic season and ruining all our players.
Ironically when we meet one of our big rivals we pull out all the stops and we seem to fight more, and we've won some games which perhaps we weren't expecting...i bet Man U assumed given our run of bad luck it's be a walk in the park to take 3 points off us. But as if we're going to let Man U do that. So why do we let Fulham do it?
The difference i see between us and the other top 4 teams is the strength in the squad. Last season we finally had our starting eleven sorted and it worked like a dream, but what happens when one of the first eleven can't play? if the rest of the squad is rubbish then we're going to suffer when the likes of Gerrard or Torres are injured.
Of course then Alonso left, and christ if we haven't been allowed to forget it by every Red who can be arsed ringing phone-ins to complain - what sort of people do that anyway?? "We want Alonso back" "We're missing Alonso" and everyone's complaining about Rafa because Alonso has gone - Alonso chose to go. Rafa never wanted to lose him anymore than any of us did. But as much as I love my home, given the choice between living and raising a family in your home town in Spain and living and raising a family in Liverpool... can we really blame him for wanting to leave?
Rafa's got a long term plan, get the perfect starting eleven, then strengthen the rest of the squad. It's not his fault one of his key players left, and i reckon from the small glimpse we've had of Aquilani, he will be really good, but he needs time to gt familiar with the team and settle in. We're not going to have the answer over night.
Maybe this isn't our Season, and yes, that's so disappointing given how close we came last season, but there's next season and the one after... It's a marathon not a sprint and we have to get off Rafa's case, because it's not his fault his key players are injured...
Perhaps they should rethink International Duty. Why can't all the qualifiers be played in the close season? at least then the England Squad would get a decent run of time to train and play together, and they could stop disrupting our domestic season and ruining all our players.
Tuesday, 7 July 2009
Travel Rage
Oh My God! I'm not saying I'm the worlds greatest driver but it seems that the streets of Waterloo are full of stupid dangerous drivers. So annoying.
And they all come along at once. So a 5 minute journey to work feels like a white knuckle ride.
Last week I opened the gates to my carpark - and that in itself is no mean feat...sometimes I can be pressing that damn remote control 30 times before it randomly decides to open the gate. But when the gates open there's a big van stopped across the driveway...who parks a van across a driveway for Gods sake??
So I squeezed myself out through the gap he'd left me and trundled on my way. As I'm pootling along a car infront of me starts indicating left, like he's about to pull in, park up, whatever...so as I move out to the right to over take him he suddenly swings right and parks on the other side of the road...er hello? I mean indicators are pretty self explanatory right? You move it that way to turn that way and this way to turn this way...
Of course if other drivers aren't being stupid then I'm getting lost... I nipped out to buy some bacon for breakfast on Sunday and on the way back managed to get in the wrong lane taking a slight detour round the cemetery at the end of the road.
I tend to go out of my way to avoid certain roads that I don't feel comfortable driving on. Unfortunately all of those roads lead from my house to my boyfriends house and I've had to learn to love them. But I constantly find myself in the wrong lane. We live 10 minutes from each other and yet sometimes it can take me 40 minutes to get home coz I somehow take a wrong turn. Still I've mastered it now.
I suppose there are worse ways to travel...
I went for a snowboarding taster session last weekend. it was hellacious!
Well maybe I exaggerate, it was kinda fun for about 2 seconds at a time...those 2 seconds inbetween wobbling about all over the place and crashing into the crash mats at the end of the slope. 2 seconds in which I somehow managed to stay upright! Then just as I'm congratualting myself on staying upright and thinking "wowee that was fun" I look up the hill to where everyone is lined up and realise I have to somehow walk back up there with a piggin' great snowboard attached to one foot!
The instructor tried to make us turn left and right, jump, and touch the board...I could just about go in a straightline. The only thing I did during the whole session that impressed the instructor was nearly take out a skier....apparently that is a good thing in snowboarding world - excellent -I should do just fine up a moutain then!
So - am I going to go on a snowboarding holiday with my boyfriend next year? I think so. But he's going to find out just what a nark I am when I can't do something right away, and I may need to take some lessons in seeing the funny side.
And if any skier indicates left and turns right he's getting the full force of my road rage!
And they all come along at once. So a 5 minute journey to work feels like a white knuckle ride.
Last week I opened the gates to my carpark - and that in itself is no mean feat...sometimes I can be pressing that damn remote control 30 times before it randomly decides to open the gate. But when the gates open there's a big van stopped across the driveway...who parks a van across a driveway for Gods sake??
So I squeezed myself out through the gap he'd left me and trundled on my way. As I'm pootling along a car infront of me starts indicating left, like he's about to pull in, park up, whatever...so as I move out to the right to over take him he suddenly swings right and parks on the other side of the road...er hello? I mean indicators are pretty self explanatory right? You move it that way to turn that way and this way to turn this way...
Of course if other drivers aren't being stupid then I'm getting lost... I nipped out to buy some bacon for breakfast on Sunday and on the way back managed to get in the wrong lane taking a slight detour round the cemetery at the end of the road.
I tend to go out of my way to avoid certain roads that I don't feel comfortable driving on. Unfortunately all of those roads lead from my house to my boyfriends house and I've had to learn to love them. But I constantly find myself in the wrong lane. We live 10 minutes from each other and yet sometimes it can take me 40 minutes to get home coz I somehow take a wrong turn. Still I've mastered it now.
I suppose there are worse ways to travel...
I went for a snowboarding taster session last weekend. it was hellacious!
Well maybe I exaggerate, it was kinda fun for about 2 seconds at a time...those 2 seconds inbetween wobbling about all over the place and crashing into the crash mats at the end of the slope. 2 seconds in which I somehow managed to stay upright! Then just as I'm congratualting myself on staying upright and thinking "wowee that was fun" I look up the hill to where everyone is lined up and realise I have to somehow walk back up there with a piggin' great snowboard attached to one foot!
The instructor tried to make us turn left and right, jump, and touch the board...I could just about go in a straightline. The only thing I did during the whole session that impressed the instructor was nearly take out a skier....apparently that is a good thing in snowboarding world - excellent -I should do just fine up a moutain then!
So - am I going to go on a snowboarding holiday with my boyfriend next year? I think so. But he's going to find out just what a nark I am when I can't do something right away, and I may need to take some lessons in seeing the funny side.
And if any skier indicates left and turns right he's getting the full force of my road rage!
Monday, 15 June 2009
What a difference a week makes.
Dexter is very cute. There we sit every Sunday afternoon watching a few more episodes. We can overlook the serial killer aspect coz well, he has some morals...and besides, he's a bit easy on the eye.
Dexter the kitten on the other hand is very very cute but very very annoying. Wherever you walk in the house there's this kitten trying to stand on your foot. His eyes notice every little movement and pounce on anything that stays still long enough for him to catch it - including arms legs fingers toes...
Tilly has learned to tolerate him but he tests her patience on minutely basis, trying to fight her...she makes the best noises and swipes him across the face with a bigger heavier and stronger paw, but he just comes back fighting!
Last week I was mostly being immobile. I had a bit of a cold the week before and apparently the virus spread to my muscles and I was unable to move my neck. I struggled into work for 2 days before it took over my arm and back and I couldn't even get out of bed without taking a few pain killers. The doctor couldn't give me anything to treat it because of the blood pressure tablets I'm taking. So my days were spent on the sofa, with a heat pad around my neck and painkillers close to hand. Pain killers that knocked me out within 10 minutes of taking them. It's a wonder I managed to watch any of the shield at all! And lucky I was at home coz I had a wall of stench around me caused my regular applications of Tiger Balm. None of this had any effect on my pain or my ability to move mind you, but psychologically I felt like I was doing something!
So finally by the weekend I had some mobility in my neck and I left my house for the first time in 3 days and went round to visit the cats, and my boyfriend, and play guitar hero. I've even progressed onto medium and laughed at my former week younger self who couldn't even complete a song on easy!
Incidentally my boyfriend, really is the best boyfriend ever. He brought me round some emergency milk rations midweek and made me a cuppa. It's the little things that matter you know!
Dexter the kitten on the other hand is very very cute but very very annoying. Wherever you walk in the house there's this kitten trying to stand on your foot. His eyes notice every little movement and pounce on anything that stays still long enough for him to catch it - including arms legs fingers toes...
Tilly has learned to tolerate him but he tests her patience on minutely basis, trying to fight her...she makes the best noises and swipes him across the face with a bigger heavier and stronger paw, but he just comes back fighting!
Last week I was mostly being immobile. I had a bit of a cold the week before and apparently the virus spread to my muscles and I was unable to move my neck. I struggled into work for 2 days before it took over my arm and back and I couldn't even get out of bed without taking a few pain killers. The doctor couldn't give me anything to treat it because of the blood pressure tablets I'm taking. So my days were spent on the sofa, with a heat pad around my neck and painkillers close to hand. Pain killers that knocked me out within 10 minutes of taking them. It's a wonder I managed to watch any of the shield at all! And lucky I was at home coz I had a wall of stench around me caused my regular applications of Tiger Balm. None of this had any effect on my pain or my ability to move mind you, but psychologically I felt like I was doing something!
So finally by the weekend I had some mobility in my neck and I left my house for the first time in 3 days and went round to visit the cats, and my boyfriend, and play guitar hero. I've even progressed onto medium and laughed at my former week younger self who couldn't even complete a song on easy!
Incidentally my boyfriend, really is the best boyfriend ever. He brought me round some emergency milk rations midweek and made me a cuppa. It's the little things that matter you know!
Tuesday, 26 May 2009
New addition
My boyfriend just got a kitten. 11 weeks old and all curious and interested in the world around him. He's called Dexter. He doesn't look like he's thinking in the voice of Stewie from family guy. Tilly, on the other hand, appears to now be plotting to kill him. Still...at least she's no longer planning to kill me. So I'm thankful for that.
Day one in the 2 cat house: Tilly demonstrates how big her claws and fangs are, wins the loudest hissing contest and starts working on her Yoda impressions before promptly finding the furthest possible point in the house away from Dexter. My boyfriend spent hours paying her attention and she rewarded him by sitting on top of the kitchen cupboards right up in the Gods where bless him he had no chance of reaching her.
Conclusion: cats are evil...but clever!
Day two in the 2 cat house: I've consulted the ancient text from the olden days (my childhood that is) and realised that Tilly and Dexter are dead ringers for Garfield and Nermil.
Dexter: oh look how cute I am playing with shoe laces...look how cute I am digging my claws into the sofa, look how cute it is when I bite the humans hand..."
Tilly: Grrrrrr
Day three in the 2 cat house: The humans are exhausted. Dexter keeps trying to get Tilly to play but Tilly wants to be left alone. Tomb Raider is being used as a distraction, and take away is on the cards. Turns out Dexter is a TV addict too.
So all in all - the least restful weekend anyone could wish for - a long weekend at that.
I returned to my flat on Monday evening, had a quick tidy up and awaited my friends arrival to watch...ironically...Dexter. We watched the first 2 episodes of series 1. Amazing. I was snuggled in bed and under the duvet by the time they reached the front door, but alas, my sleep was short lived...the car had been smashed in. Horrendous. my neighbour left a note on the car saying that there was a witness and the police had been called. Apparently it was someone in a grey hoodie ...well then, shouldn't be to difficult to find eh??? In fact wait a minute...I hope it wasn't my boyfriend! I went down in my PJs to let them into the car park to keep the car off the road until it can be fixed. Then I drove them home. When I returned I'd somehow managed to lose my phone and spent a further 20mins searching my car from top to bottom and eventually found it lodged somewhere beneath the passenger seat. Finally crawled into bed again around 12:30.
On the plus side the 2 cats slept soundly all night on the same bed...progress!
Day one in the 2 cat house: Tilly demonstrates how big her claws and fangs are, wins the loudest hissing contest and starts working on her Yoda impressions before promptly finding the furthest possible point in the house away from Dexter. My boyfriend spent hours paying her attention and she rewarded him by sitting on top of the kitchen cupboards right up in the Gods where bless him he had no chance of reaching her.
Conclusion: cats are evil...but clever!
Day two in the 2 cat house: I've consulted the ancient text from the olden days (my childhood that is) and realised that Tilly and Dexter are dead ringers for Garfield and Nermil.
Dexter: oh look how cute I am playing with shoe laces...look how cute I am digging my claws into the sofa, look how cute it is when I bite the humans hand..."
Tilly: Grrrrrr
Day three in the 2 cat house: The humans are exhausted. Dexter keeps trying to get Tilly to play but Tilly wants to be left alone. Tomb Raider is being used as a distraction, and take away is on the cards. Turns out Dexter is a TV addict too.
So all in all - the least restful weekend anyone could wish for - a long weekend at that.
I returned to my flat on Monday evening, had a quick tidy up and awaited my friends arrival to watch...ironically...Dexter. We watched the first 2 episodes of series 1. Amazing. I was snuggled in bed and under the duvet by the time they reached the front door, but alas, my sleep was short lived...the car had been smashed in. Horrendous. my neighbour left a note on the car saying that there was a witness and the police had been called. Apparently it was someone in a grey hoodie ...well then, shouldn't be to difficult to find eh??? In fact wait a minute...I hope it wasn't my boyfriend! I went down in my PJs to let them into the car park to keep the car off the road until it can be fixed. Then I drove them home. When I returned I'd somehow managed to lose my phone and spent a further 20mins searching my car from top to bottom and eventually found it lodged somewhere beneath the passenger seat. Finally crawled into bed again around 12:30.
On the plus side the 2 cats slept soundly all night on the same bed...progress!
Thursday, 7 May 2009
No rest for the wicked...
I'm coming to the end of one of the busiest weeks I've ever known. There was a time, and it wasn't even all that long ago, that I has so much free time it was crazy. Except that, because all my free time was tied into the TV schedule it sort of seemed like I was busy, even though I was sat on my sofa all night watching TV.
I can't remember the last time I watched something in real time on the TV (unless you count the whole "these events occur in real time" of 24). I am completely up to date with 24 though and that was a real achievement of which I am quietly proud. It takes a certain amount of stamina mixed with laziness to watch 140 episodes in 6 weeks.
Its generally considered better to be busy what with the whole Devil making work for idle hands thing...apparently if you're sitting around doing nothing, then somehow unbeknown to you, you'll suddenly start plotting mass murder, or somehow arm a nuclear bomb. World War 2 possibly came about because young Adolf's train set broke.
Another over used expression is the whole "well I'll sleep when I'm dead" which we run the risk of happening sooner than we hope for given the both end burning candle thing people have a habit of doing.
I'm notoriously lazy so even when I agree to do something I know what excuse I'm going to give nearer the time to cancel. My boyfriend however does what he says he's going to do and has a diary that is bursting. Mostly with football and fixing computers.
This week though, we went out on Sunday, saw the Specials in Manchester on Monday, watched the Champions League semi on Tuesday, had a birthday meal out on Wednesday and tonight we saw Little Shop of Horrors at the theatre. Tomorrow we're going to watch wrestlin and Saturday another birthday party.
Roll on Sunday.
I keep buying presents for my boyfriend, I like buying him stuff, my way of showing him I'm thinking about him I suppose, and my way of rewarding him for being the best boyfriend ever! Plus I get to buy useless stuff that I want but just can't justify buying for myself.
Next week though, I think I'll try giving him the gift of time. While also treating myself to an unadulterated week of reaquainting my arse with my sofa and rediscovering the TV schedule.
I can't remember the last time I watched something in real time on the TV (unless you count the whole "these events occur in real time" of 24). I am completely up to date with 24 though and that was a real achievement of which I am quietly proud. It takes a certain amount of stamina mixed with laziness to watch 140 episodes in 6 weeks.
Its generally considered better to be busy what with the whole Devil making work for idle hands thing...apparently if you're sitting around doing nothing, then somehow unbeknown to you, you'll suddenly start plotting mass murder, or somehow arm a nuclear bomb. World War 2 possibly came about because young Adolf's train set broke.
Another over used expression is the whole "well I'll sleep when I'm dead" which we run the risk of happening sooner than we hope for given the both end burning candle thing people have a habit of doing.
I'm notoriously lazy so even when I agree to do something I know what excuse I'm going to give nearer the time to cancel. My boyfriend however does what he says he's going to do and has a diary that is bursting. Mostly with football and fixing computers.
This week though, we went out on Sunday, saw the Specials in Manchester on Monday, watched the Champions League semi on Tuesday, had a birthday meal out on Wednesday and tonight we saw Little Shop of Horrors at the theatre. Tomorrow we're going to watch wrestlin and Saturday another birthday party.
Roll on Sunday.
I keep buying presents for my boyfriend, I like buying him stuff, my way of showing him I'm thinking about him I suppose, and my way of rewarding him for being the best boyfriend ever! Plus I get to buy useless stuff that I want but just can't justify buying for myself.
Next week though, I think I'll try giving him the gift of time. While also treating myself to an unadulterated week of reaquainting my arse with my sofa and rediscovering the TV schedule.
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