Vive Espania / Earth has not any thing to show more fair
I've been on holiday for two weeks. I had an amazing update planned with old Doctor Who episode titles for each day of the trip. Thankfully, I'm too busy to do that, so you're all spared. Except you're not really, because I'm going to put them in brackets where appropriate. Basically, I spent one week in Tennerife ('Coronas of the Sun'), lounging on the beach and visiting a dormant volcano ('Volcano', obviously). I'll refrain from pretension as much as possible, but I have to say that the latter is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Honestly. I was actually on the verge of tears with the sheer splendour of the view from the 3,500 metere summit. Although, come to think of it, the slight high provided by the altitude sickness probably had something to do with that. On the way back, I offered to pay for the bus tickets, but in rehearsing the question 'Can I have two tickets for Los Critianos' in Spanish, I kept saying 'could we have two tickets for Los Campesinos' - i.e. could we have two tickets for the peasants? In the end, Chris asked for the tickets and I payed him later. We had a great time, marred only by touts trying to force us into their various bars and by accidentally watching 2012, which put me on a downer for the next few days ('Day of Armageddon'). Is there a psychological name for an irrational fear of the end of the world? If so, I definitely have it.
The following week also involved mountains as we decamped to the Lake District. Lots of walking ('The Roof of the World') and a visit to Wordsworth's cottage (it had to be done) basically characterised this holiday. Oh, yes and a terrifying journey up a hill, marked as 30% vertical on an informative signpost ('Journey Into Fear'). When I told my dad about it his response was 'Gosh. 30 per cent. So did you make it?' Well, yes. Since I'm here. In an unrelated incident, the wheel arch of my car fell off ('The Edge of Destruction'), but this was easily mended by some kind mechanics at a local garage.
I also watched the new series of Doctor Who of course. I really like Matt Smith's Doctor - far more than David Tennant, in fact, although it's probably too early to tell. I thought the opening episode was great, the second less so (although the cliffhanger was marvellous). I also really dislike the new arrangement of the theme tune and I can't take to the new title sequence.
The following week also involved mountains as we decamped to the Lake District. Lots of walking ('The Roof of the World') and a visit to Wordsworth's cottage (it had to be done) basically characterised this holiday. Oh, yes and a terrifying journey up a hill, marked as 30% vertical on an informative signpost ('Journey Into Fear'). When I told my dad about it his response was 'Gosh. 30 per cent. So did you make it?' Well, yes. Since I'm here. In an unrelated incident, the wheel arch of my car fell off ('The Edge of Destruction'), but this was easily mended by some kind mechanics at a local garage.
I also watched the new series of Doctor Who of course. I really like Matt Smith's Doctor - far more than David Tennant, in fact, although it's probably too early to tell. I thought the opening episode was great, the second less so (although the cliffhanger was marvellous). I also really dislike the new arrangement of the theme tune and I can't take to the new title sequence.