Catherine Tate for Dr Who

I think this should be a valid suggestion.

Personally, I wasn't sure that she would be good for Dr Who. But in a rare double-whammy;

I admit I was wrong, she was bloody good at it and
I admit I was wrong about her show.

Still can't stand Nan or Lauren, but the rest of it was great. And that's just a personal issue with Nan (cockernee version of my least-favourite gran) and Lauren (neighbourhood bloody choc-a-bloc with clones and I am bovvered, can I give them rat poison?).

So just hark back to all that regeneration malarkey. Let the Doctor regenerate with Donna Noble's appearance. Least they could do after wiping her mind.

Bring on the Ginger Doctor!

Suggestions for the new Dr Who

I got home last night after a very nice reading session by Neil Gaiman at University of Manchester, and decided to watch the remains of the National Television Awards.

After the usual cock-up of Ant'n'Dec getting Catherine Tate's award, David Tennant quit as Dr Who. Good for his agent perhaps; but has he thought about his bank manager in this?

So I have a few suggestions for Dr Who; based on the fact that the BBC is a bit cash-strapped and might have to double up on posts;

1. Michael Palin - the travelling won't matter to him and he won't have to pretend it's all been one long journey

2. David Attenborough - again, can handle the travel and the critters

3. Jonathan Ross - he'll have to stick to the script because Russel T Davies is bigger than him, which should keep him out of trouble. Sixteen grand of license fee to sit on his arse and do nowt! Noooooo.
And if they made every alien planet and race begin with R, so much the better...

Venice

At Jill's suggestion, I ended up in Venice for two days last week.

(And before the green and godly amongst you start kicking off, I am terrified of flying, and very rarely do. So no more nonsense about short-haul European flying, or I will tell the world you have an account at the Humvee track days, alright?)

The weather was ok, the vaporetti chose to go on strike, we ended up in the right places most of the time, and I wanted to go on a work exchange at the Universita Ca'Foscari. There may or may not be pictures at a later date. They are really quite crappy, truth to tell.

Then back to work, and the reality of working for the University of Numpty.

Bugger.

doppleganger

My mother excelled herself this week.

She brought a strange ginger cat into the house, fed Tigger's medication to it, then brought it up to my room, for a fuss.

Apparently, she had been in the garden talking to a neighbour when the cat came up. She assumed it was Tig.

When she headed for the house, it followed her in. So being an opportunist, she pounced and administered the daily Metacam dose.

She dismissed the ballistic reaction of dogs to cat/cat to medication as just a normal Tuesday morning set-to, really.

I was upstairs, enjoying a morning off. Or to be more honest, recovering from a hangover after my first night on the town with Jill and Scott, in some 6 years.

Hard to say who was more surprised when he turned up in my room, me or the poor ginger tom.

His name is Bruno, he lives just round the corner and has earned his Reservoir Mogs colours by fighting Jasmine, Bailey and Gromit.

Gerr-cat Heaven

Tyler has been watching the Big Cat Diary Live shows on BBC1, and is in gerr-cat heaven.

Our little gerr-cat Tiger is still taking antibiotics, and is desperate to get his paws on a tranquiliser gun. To knock us out...

I don't think he'll ever get the idea we are doing this to keep him alive, furry bampot.

The Republic Must Be Built!

For the mornings when I can't be trusted to choose a CD.

The Revolution was the mutt's nuts of radio stations. Sadly bought out recently, and turned into Cheesy Grand Central on August 26 2008. Judge for yourselves - Steve Penk and Pat Sharp? Gawd help us all.

But mercifully, the best presenters decided to relaunch. So get yourselves over to Radio Republic and show some appreciation for decent radio.