And a Partridge in a Pear Tree (Disclaimer, there is neither partridges or pear trees in the following post)

Crikey, that was all over as quickly as it took to rip the wrapping off the full sized Jensen Ackles Father Christmas left for me in my comedy oversized stocking...*sighs* I can dream.  Though it has been a blur of pastry, turkey, chocolate, Christmas pud, twinkling lights and wrapping paper the last few days, such is the seasonal festivities.  Mother nature also saw fit to deliver some aptly timed conditions to a sizeable portion of the land to make it the first white Christmas in 10 years.  My little corner of Blighty, however, only saw a smidge of snow and was back to the regular seasonal gloomy and rainy by the big day itself...*frowny face*...one of these days I'm going to stick a couple of fingers up to Bognor at Christmas and travel somewhere which can garuntee me a white Christmas with as much snow, and some, as I need to make a decent snow Dalek...and perhaps even a snow T.A.R.D.I.S

Anyhoo, hope everyone had a trouble free holiday and was granted their most desired (or at least close second) by Father Christmas.  I have once again plenty of hours of DVD watching in my not too distant future and may gaze upon Bradley James and Colin Morgan daily for the next year, so a happy bunny here.

Poor father fared not so well, the majority of my family had been fighting various colds/flu/sniffles the week preceeding Christmas and although my dear 'ol dad had thought he was over the worst, his symptoms decided to ensure he spent much of the 24th & 25th in bed...poor chap managed only to socialise long enough for a little dinner, present opening and the long awaited Doctor Who on the box before returning to bed....Doctor Who, fyi, was aptly entertaining, dark and manic...though at least 30% of the episode was David Tennant running, and a big yay for Bernard Cribbins....funny, sombre, child-like and with a touch of the mysterious, can't wait for End of Time part 2.

Last week, as I mentioned, even my usually sheltered corner was blasted with arctic conditions, in the town its settling was unforntunately brief and twas not enough to engaged in child-like endevours.  My father however was upon the downs chasing pheasants and had his phone handy to deliver me some idyillic photos...these would have been on my blog much earlier had my father not been so technologically foppish and instead of taking actual pictures had instead been taking actual 2 second long videos...sheesh...which left me to figure out how to convert the file and generate an actual screenshot pictures....anyhoo..."ooh" and "ahh" at the English Countryside in Winter:

 

Christmas London Style

This is a later entry than I would've liked since the pics I have to show off are from my excursion to London town the weekend before last. The reason for the tardiness was the fact that I took on the role of organising a TV theme tune quiz for a little get together at the local sports club, at which my dad is a member. I hung out at this place semi-regularly as a child and have always attended the quiz nights, with varying degrees of prize winning success...only so much slack the only under 60 person on the team can take up. Anyhoo dad and I spent the best part of last week finding, editing and transferring to CD five rounds of tunes for the quiz and rocked up to the event. Around 30-40 people were there and after a Christmas themed quiz and a round of bingo dad and I put on the first round of the TV tune quiz...In under five minutes the rowdy crowd seemed to be more interested in their own Neanderthal based banter (Think season 4 of Buffy episode Bad Beer) and then the ominously coloured, orange curry which arrived halfway through. At which point we were very rudely shouted upon that the food would go cold if we didn't desist at that exact moment, so we cut our losses and stopped the quiz. To say I was a tad miffed is probably the understatement of the year and after suffering the remainder of the evening we ventured home where I hate to say I had a melancholy moment before bedtime.

But anyway, vile, arrogant, Neanderthals aside. I did have a top weekend in London visiting Ally, off of Uni days and having a bit of a festive explore of the capital. We had a fabulous Christmas dinner and lengthy catching up sessions with fellow Club Mercury Alumni Josh. And found a fantastic German Market/Fair/General Christmassy goodiness in Hyde Park.

Lights in Oxford Street

Decorations at Carnaby Street

Fair in Hyde Park


Places around which I wandered on my London visit

How About a Touch of Festive Who

This has been showing regularly on the beeb and I think it's great, so I'm sharing the Tennant love:

Strange Orb in the Sky

Pray tell, what is this enchanted orb of yellow which doth bewitch the sky into hues of blue and gold. I once heard legend of such a thing many moons ago, when folk told of the land bathed in light and warmth, such a strange and beguiling old wives tale.