Yesterday, the sun came out (finally) and we saw this an ample excuse to go to the pub, soak up some rays and get nicely toasted in all sense of the word. It was good to flex my cider muscle again and I managed to catch some sun on my face. We left prematurely though as a group of loud, obnoxious men sat at a table near us. They spoke rather loudly about how they had been stopped by the police and how the police had no right to search them or arrest them for swearing, even though the car that had been travelling in lacked any road tax, mot or insurance. It could be in the post, they reasoned, and so this made it perfectly acceptable to be driving in their vehicle. How dare the police do their job? Then the conversation moved onto other matters and the word “spade” entered my earshot – they were not referring to the garden implement by the 1973 derogatory term for a black person. This was my cue to move because I was likely to say or do something I would regret and get another beating. So I made a comment about feeding time at the zoo (because the racket was almost cacophanous now as they got excited about berating the performance of various black football stars who had been played that afternoon) and left the pub in the best manner I could think, doing an impression of a chimpanzee. This made The Missus laugh a lot, but no-one else seemed to notice my monkey impression. Oh well, what can you do about it? This underlying racism that pervades the white scum that lives in Loughton is depressing me greatly. With the council elections coming up, I can see the BNP capitalising on the ignorance and sheer stupidity that clouds the area. My mother reckons that all the locals here are inbred and that’s why they are so stupid and racist. Could be a good reason for it.
After that, some more cider in our own suntrap of a back garden before tea-time and Dr Who. This week’s episode “Tooth and Claw” left me dumbfounded. Not because it was brilliant, but because it was complete and utter toss. OK – all sci-fi is complete and utter toss – it is the nature of the beast – but the complete lack of plot development, the rushed feel of the story and the jokiness between the Doctor and Rose (especially after one character is eviscerated by the werewolf) left me a bit wanting. Compared to last season, this has been a big disappointment. Come on – next week’s the return to form, no? We’ve got Sarah Jane Smith and K9 to look forward to. My fingers and toes are crossed.
Next week in The Sun, you can collect a whole heap of promotional Dr Who DVDs. I’ll be cutting out my coupons and collecting. Won’t you? 😉

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