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I watched Torchwood: Miracle Day eppy 1 last night and have to admit twarn't half bad.

Russell T got a lot of stick from the fanboys but Moffat's incumbency has somewhat vindicated him IMHO.

Susan is out on a mini-hike, with instructions to buy some millionaire's shortbread fur wor cuppie.

I am not going to go to Uni today. I had said that I would go tomorrow but something has cropped up.

Stir fry 'n noodles for tea.

It looks like Kemnay then Inverurie tomorrow, to save Susan from going mad (i.e. mother duties).

Friday - Russian Ark at the Belmont. A long one-take showcase for the Hermitage. A tour-de-force, spoiled only when it descends into stereotype Russian drunken bonhommie da tovarich cartoonery. At worst it will give Susan a 90 minute early evening nap.

Saturday - Graham Garden will be part of a parade along Union Street. We will go for a look-see.

GG is an Aiberdonian. Aiberdeen's funniest expatriate after Michael Gove.

Overcast day, intermittent rain.

Saturday also - the Rosemount butcher. Yes, proper snags; the lamb and rosemary were ver' tasty.

We had screamy giggly shouty young teenage girlies out backie last night, sleeping overnight in tents and scaring away the cats and foxes. One of them needs to figure out a new way of crawling out of her tent in the morning - either that or work out a new dress strategy for camping out, cos' there's things ye dinna want to see oot a kitchen windae when yer' toasting yer breakfast muffins, ken?

Slept badly on account of the storage heater being on in the bedroom - at a low peep, on account o' the mingin' weather, but warm enough to overly dry up the sinuses.

Miah asleep atop wardrobe. I had to let her in at 6.30.


Drugless

< warm enough to overly dry up the sinuses >

you want a damp cloth on your pillow so you breath over it, alternatively sleep in a wet T-shirt.

Graham Garden, yes, a very funny man. Didn't know he was from Aberdeen.

Or is it Grahame.

I sleep with a wet blanket. Is that any good?

Drugless

Graham/Graeme, Stephen/Steven, Ian/Iain, Stewart/Stuart ... they gots to take their chances with me - I can't even remember my mother's maiden name.


Douglas

Torchwood - yes, first episode wasn't bad, particularly the end. Go Gwen! Firing a rocket launcher at a helicopter looked like good fun.

Second was a bit sillier, but will give episode 3 a chance tonight.

Driving a car into a heliocopter is even better (Die Hard 4.0).

Gwen had some fun with the rocket launcher meets the helicopter schtick and it was deffo righteous payback &c &c, but when she and Jack were all grinny-grin-grin over the burning wreckage at the end, I thought, hang on, there's people in there and they ain't dead. We know they ain't dead, but they sure as hey are burning. This may be the point of the series - where life is eternal, what replaces death as the ultimate horror; and I think that the answer has to be eternal life.

Given long enough we'd all go mad.

That was the thing about Captain Jack's living burial at the end of season 2. He was buried from, what, 60 CE to 1880 CE, and must have died and come back to life ten or so times per hour, every hour, for all of that time, and yet after all that he's still able to kiss people at comics conventions http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aPMdOAxjSEM (reposted cos' I think it's soooo kewel).


Drugless

Yes the living burial shocked me as the most gruesome horror invention I have ever come across.