Ok, I grew up with this stuff, so please let me run with it.
Robot B9, the robot, and Dr Smith.
And the new robot and Dr Smith.
Accepting that the second picture is in color, and Dr Smith is more than marginally less camp, (and the acting is a lot better in the new series) I still feel that the original robot is more appropriate when compared to the (second attempt at) the modern version.
I feel the need to join a club.
OK, let’s put this right. Robot B9 looks like this.
And this is the Jupiter 2.
And the chariot.
I don’t often swear aloud, but there’s one person who’s annoyed me since the age of 14.
He’s a fucker. A tory fucker. An annoying tory (no upper case T) fucker.
He’s been a fucker since I was 14. Perhaps earlier.
He irritates the fuck out of me. He once took part in a failed children’s TV show, Puzzle Party, which insulted my intelligence as a child (I fear for the welfare of younger children, particularly since there were only three channels At the time).
And, apart from his (annoying and misled) political life, he’s recently appeared as a regular on the One Show. One must ask why; does the BBC have the aim of irritating a large proportion of the UK/voters.
I may write a letter of complaint. I pay my TV license, after all.
Last night, I watched Survivorz, a pretty mediocre British zombie film. The acting was actually a little better than most low budget films of the genre.
A lot of the sets were reminiscent of the now defunct Slingshot 2.8 hours later. And, near the end, it became apparent why.
Alex Noble, the Zomboss and former Slingshot zombie trainer, appeared in a scene near the end.
I had to move quickly, so the picture’s somewhat blurry.
I’m currently watching a documentary about the last flying Vulcan bomber.
As a child, I once saw one crash. I was with other kids from school, in Hetton for swimming lessons. We saw an aircraft in flames, parachutes and what seemed, at such a distance, as a small explosion on impact.
I finally gave in and bought one. A Westclox Baby Ben, which now proudly sits on the mantle.
I may have been influenced a little by recent scenes from an episode of the Walking Dead. And, of course, by memories of a similar timepiece on the mantle of my childhood.
I may have also bought a second.
Currently watching the legacy of Lawrence of Arabia on BBC4.
Currently watching Shaun of the dead.
It all brings back fond memories of my time as a zombie.
The annual iPlayer catch-up has begun. After post-festival beer in the hole in our neighbourhood (in which we cannot help but fall).
We spotted heavily pixelated images of ourselves.
I’m not much more than a hat in That one.
And a hat and a belly in that one.
Yes, that’s me with the phone.