Sunday, 20 June 2010

On 20.6.10 by KieronMoore   No comments
After having pretty much bossed the last of my exams on Friday (another high A, yawn), I've been having a pretty exciting weekend. My parents were away at a wedding on Friday night, so I decided to make the most of having the house to myself. I went totally wild and watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off on Film4. OK, not the most crazy night possible, but what else could I have done? No way am I holding a party, someone would end up shitting on the settee or setting fire to the bread or creasing my limited edition hardcover Star Wars: Legacy Volume 1. You know, those kinds of youth crimes you read about in the Daily Mail. Anyway, it was a pretty funny film and I caught the end of Jonathan Ross afterwards, but was still left with a lingering urge to do something only the really mentally unstable would do.
So I did. Something so mad that Tim Burton on LSD couldn't have come up with it - I walked to Tesco. After midnight. I've always wanted to know what a 24-hour supermarket is like in the early hours and this was the night I would find out. But first, some observations from my walk there. Walking in the middle of a usually busy road made me feel powerful and free. Then a car came. I moved back onto the pavement. I saw some kids coming in my direction and crossed to the other side out of pointless middle-class caution. When they got closer, they didn't look at all rough and, from the snippets of their conversation I overheard, seemed relatively intelligent and sober. Lots of England flags up on Broadway. Not so many on the nicer streets. Interesting how those living in poorer conditions support our country more. Or have less taste. Was that a fox?
In Tesco: lots of staff stacking shelves. I wonder how much they get paid? Not many customers. One drunken fool bowed to me. I would expect nothing less. Closest I got to human interaction. Had some spare change and wanted to give the trip a point by buying something, so bought copy of Radio Times, mainly because of Doctor Who picture on the cover.
(Humourous aside: once, I bought a few items from Tesco which totalled £12.48. I decided to rid myself of loose change by paying with all my coins. mostly 1ps, 2ps and 10ps, at the self service till. It turned out I had £12.47, and I had to pay the remaining one pence with my bank card.)
Which brings us smoothly on to Saturday, and The Pandorica Opens, the penultimate episode of the current series of Doctor Who. I was incredibly excited for this episode and, as it turned out, rightly so. Making use of the budget not used for The Lodger (a funny episode which I liked, except for the dodgy ending with the unexplained TARDIS-alike and people physically walking through a roof), Steven Moffat presented us with an epic storyline spanning from Van Gogh's house in France to the 52nd century (bit of an error there, hardcore dates-of-stuff-happening-in-Doctor-Who fans?) to the fungal jungles (accidental rhyme alert) of the first planet in existence to Roman Britain and, most importantly, Stonehenge. If the early episodes of the series homaged Star Wars, this episode seemed full of Indiana Jones homages, in no way a bad thing, with the gloomy secret chamber filled with cobwebs, flaming torches and a mysterious puzzle box. Also, the scene with River Song putting microexplosives in the fat blue dude's drink was reminiscent of the start of Temple of Doom. There were some wonderful performances from all the main cast and the writing and direction were on top form. The episode managed to have an ending which was not only heavily emotional, but also nerdgasmic, with aliens as obscure as the Hoix and Torchwood's blowfish man showing up. The Zygons, Chelonians, Drahvins and more were also namechecked, making grown men without girlfriends across the country squee with excitement. It would have been nice to see this Alliance in more detail, but there's always next week. The scene with the zombie Cyberman was great (another Star Wars homage, perhaps - its arm had the aim of a Stormtrooper) and perfectly scary and tense. I bet there'll be some nightmares about that skull falling out of the helmet tonight. I nearly wet myself (no, I didn't really). Overall, awesome.

Sorry if any of that didn't make any sense or was all in the wrong order, it's past 3 in the morning and I have no idea why I'm blogging.

Bed now.


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