“Plan”. What a vile word. Sure, it may look innocuous enough on the written page, to the point of appearing exceedingly dull and unassuming, but just try saying it out loud. “Plan”. “Plan”. “Plaaaurghn”. Bleurgh. Things start off well when I try to form this word with my mouth – you know, in that way we do when we want to speak a word using our voice – but then I hit that third letter and I feel the bile rising in a way usually reserved only for particularly-Welsh town names. By the time I reach the “n”, I’m practically spitting the word out, anxious to release it into the wild and get away from it as fast as possible. It’s not a word with which I have ever been eager to associate myself. Continue reading
Okay, so I’ve been lazy at the whole updating thing again. C’mon: you must be used to it by now.
So now that I’m back again, let’s talk about something hitherto largely unexplored within these hallowed virtual-pages. I know we’ve touched upon my love for Doctor Who on a couple of occasions, but whilst this is the pinnacle of my personal fandom – and rightly so – I must confess to something of a fondness for rather a lot of archive telly.
I can kid myself, if I so choose, that I don’t watch much television. Outside of Doctor Who (Saturdays at 7 – don’t forget, now), there’s very little on the box these days that I’d consider making an appointment to view. Of course, this thin veil of deceit can be cut through all-too-easily by anyone who cares to point to the modest pile of DVDs and videos stacked to the left of the tellybox.