Bernard Cribbins

I don't know about you, but one of my favourite Doctor Whos was Peter Cushing. He never gets much of a mention in the whole Doctor Who history thing, left out because he was in the film spin-offs rather than the series proper. His assistants, Roy Castle and Bernard Cribbins, were also smashing.

A local headmaster.

Blog City

It beats me why I didn't think of this sooner. Four postings in a day isn't bad, but can I keep this up? Used to keep a diary years back, before the Interweb of course. Found it again a few years ago and read it to my friend Y'Dibbid to great hilarity, although I think he was laughing at me rather than with me. Teenage musings will always amuse. Now I'm older, matured, like a fine cheese, and pour a large glass of port to embark on the odyssey of blog!

Star Wars?

Much excitement surrounds the cinema release of the new Star Wars film, 'Star War Six: Revenge of the Six'. I can't drum up too much enthusiasm myself. I was 10 when the first Star Wars came out, and dutifully queued up to see what I had been told was the best film ever made. Even at 10 I found it okay. That's all, just okay. It had Peter Cushing in it, still prominent on cinema screens in the 1970s in adventures such as 'At the Earth's Core'. It was science fiction, only really available in imported American TV rubbish (the TV version of 'Logan's Run' was on at the time I think), which was another main attraction, and it was the first taste of merchandising overkill (bubble gum cards, Star Wars comics, etc).

I grew older though and missed the next two films. I taped them when they were on television last Christmas but haven't watched them yet. Years on they release a new Star Wars, featuring a young Alec Guinness but no young Peter Cushing. Every three years they release a new one. Are they going backwards or forwards? I feel so behind but my age comforts me: it was 10 in 1977 not 2005 for God's sake.

I bump into a local headmaster and he tells me he has recently seen 'Star Wars Six: Revenge of the Six'.
'Brilliant', he says.
Arrrggghh!

Silly Frog

I am beginning to hate the stupid frog that sings an annoying ringtone for mobile phones. A local headmaster said to me today that the current music scene must be in dire straits for a ringtone to reach number 1 in the charts, or 'Hit Parade' as he put it.

D-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING.

I Hate Sudoku

The nation is gripped with Sudoku fever, or so we have been led to believe.

Until a few weeks ago, I had never heard of it, and then the Guardian decides to throw 20 of them at me in a special Friday edition. Hand-crafted Sudoku, they boast. Is this good or bad? I can't do any of the infuriating puzzles and eventually abandon them for a trip to the local hostelry. Upon returning, I discover that our friend Jenn E, who had agreed to babysit, has completed her first Sudoku.

I have stopped buying the Guardian but have been unable to resist printing Sudokus from the Times website and half-completed puzzles now fill the house. They rate each puzzle from easy through to fiendish. Is this good or bad? The easy ones I can now just about do, and managed to finish one whilst cooking an omelette.

Sudoku. Rating: Impossible.