Saturday, 28th May, 2005

Decisions, Decisions...

Such a dilemma today ... yesterday, while I was in B&Q buying the stuff for the toilet, I noticed that they had a special offer on power tools. You can buy a box containing:

• a drill
• a jigsaw
• an electric screwdriver
• an orbital sander and
• an angle grinder (oh baby!)

...for the measly sum of thirty British pounds

Now, ever since I did all that work to the house last year, I've had temporary shelves in the living room — pieces of MDF where actually I want to have beautifully mitred wood. As usual, I've worked the whole thing out in my head (let's face it, I've had time...) and I know just what tools I'm going to need:

• a jigsaw
• a circular saw
• some clamps

You'll no doubt notice that only one of the things on my list there is contained in the special box-set, but nevertheless, I'm seriously considering going out this afternoon and buying it (and a circular saw and some clamps, obviously). The only thing is it'll eat into the cash I was going to use to fix the car.

But then again, I don't need the car at the moment — I can fix her later.

Ack. Choices. I don't know what to do.

Le Marché

Worth mentioning is the French market that's currently set up camp in the centre of Lancaster. Kath and I went along this morning (and I came away with a variety of dried meat ).

The whole thing was a bit too much for me to be honest though. Granted, it's great to be able to buy stinky-camemberts and stuff, but...

Stupid bastard useless people dawdling their way round town and stopping, just stopping right in front of you when you're trying to get places. Mothers pushing children in pushcahirs the size of off-road vehicles through gaps the size of a constipated old man's sphincter

Argh

Branleurs. J'espère qu'ils obstruent sur leurs croissants quand ils deviennent à la maison

Everybody Lives

I cried. I don't think that's ever happened behind the sofa before. Not to me at least.

In a complete knee-jerk reaction, I think I must say that that was the best episode yet

(via bbc.co.uk/doctorwho)

And is this series breaking new ground in the old alternative sexuality stakes as well? Not only have we had the bitchy transsexual trampoline, but it would appear that (as proved by Captain Jack) in the 51st Century, eveyone is Bi

Ha!

(I'm sure I could see the words "three-way" flash across Rose's mind just before the credits )

Brilliant, awesome, delightful, wonderful, outstanding, luscious, fantabulous

11.03pm

...and Siobhan is wondering to herself whether she should attempt to make the above joke in various other places on the web (seeing as no-one here seems to have got it yet)

Speaking of Other Blogs

I swither sometimes ("swither" being a real word, and not one that I've just adopted into my vocabulary from Kath) between wanting to post comments on other people's weblogs, and a deep-set fear of saying the wrong thing.

For example, here is a little snippet from Tom Coates tonight, in reaction to The Doctor Dances

his travelling S&Mish trans-dimensional dance club

I've sat here for a good ten minutes, having composed this little retort:

That would explain why everyone was wearing gimp masks I suppose.

and wondering if it's a Good Thing To Say™ or not

I have decided, that it may well be a Good Thing To Say™, but I'm sure as heel not going to do my normal thing of hitting the submit button in gay abandon, then waking up the next day in a sweat, worried that the whole internet has decided I'm an immature little cow who should keep her trap shut.

Paranoid? Moi? Maybe — at least that's what The Voices say if I'm not wearing my tinfoil hat

Captain Jack should really be Flight Lieutenant Jack

And there was me thinking I was too nerdy