So it was the new series of Dr Who tonight. The first episode “New Earth” was OK-ish. I liked the story and it was genuinely scary in places, but the comedy moments with the spirit of Cassandra passing between the Doc and Rose kind of spoilt the momentum. While funny, it just seemed to sit awkwardly amongst the drama. Also, I found Tennant a damn site more irritating this time around than in the Xmas Invasion. He was beginning to get a touch of the Sylvester McCoy’s about him and that wasn’t a good thing. Anyhow, TV critic extraordinaire (and purveyor of shite BBC4 TV shows), Charlie Brooker, promised that next week’s episode was a return to form.
Today, in the post, forms for me to sign from Barclaycard about the recent fraud attempts on my credit card. Despite telling the man on the phone, very specifically and slowly and precisely so that he noted the correct fraudulent transactions on my card, the form was a complete bollocks-up as the only fraudulent transaction stated on it was a purchase I had made myself legitimately. Oh well, I guess they forgot to give the chimp a nana that day. So I will duly print out my statement from the website and mark the transactions that are fraudulent (wait a minute, isn’t that someone else’s job?)
Sold a load of DVDs on eBay for a good price and had another filter of my record collection. I intend to put those up real soon, but it might take me a while as there are so many CDs to photograph and enter. Oh well, it is good to have a clear out.
Did some more recording on SvenHate – yesterday’s guitar demo – and did middle and an ending. I am not sure about it, but the Missus seems to like it. So I just need to give it some spit and polish and get a final mix together.
Tomorrow: an Easter roast chicken dinner cooked to perfection by yours truly wolfed down with a bottle of my favourite champagne. I might be down to my last tenner, but my favourite brand of bubbly was on offer at Sainsburys – how could a boy resist? And what better way to celebrate the resurrection of the Easter Bunny who was nailed to a giant wooden egg for our sins…of course, I jest. I know Easter is about Jesus, really. I am just being a very naughty boy. 😉

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