Talking to The Doctor: Shiny Dishes

Dr Mike Barrett in ‘Casualty’?

‘After playing several minor roles in other Hollywood films such as White Hunter Black Heart (1990) and Alien 3 (1992), Mantle was cast as consultant Dr Mike Barrett in the BBC television hospital drama series Casualty. He became one of its most popular characters, renowned for his convincing and authoritative portrayal and “dishy doc” persona.’

Reading down the wiki entry, Shiny, I realise that I’ve seen him in the flesh, too, though not to talk to. It was before he became Casualty’s Dishy Doc. It was at the theatre…

‘In 1991-2 he played Dave in Sandi Toksvig’s “The Pocket Dream” at the Nottingham Playhouse and Albery Theatre in London.’

I don’t really remember the play itself that much but I do remember it being a bitterly cold night. It was late starting because of a blackout, and fingers, toes and tip of nose were starting to go numb whilst waiting to be let inside.

You can see the programme, here, next to ‘Misery’

I worked with a giant called ‘Pip‘ 😉

Pip was very interesting character and lovely friend from my days at the JLP. Her next door neighbour was an actual movie stunt woman. It was through Pip that I briefly met Sean Bean…

Just to say “Hello” when we went to collect Pip and her husband from some awards night for Stunt People in a London hotel (we offered to put them up for the night – whilst they were still partying, we went to see the late night showing of ‘Dracula’ at Leicester Square). It was that Pip actually tried to suck his face off 😉

Roob what do you think the spoon represents?

Poons, Shiny. That’s where Thoughtful Man took me to dinner, on my birthday (the first we shared together), before taking me to see ‘Buddy‘ – see above image for the programme.

FLASH FORWARD

Tonight I watched a saved episode of ‘Pointless’ whilst ironing the boys’ school uniform for their last morning of school tomorrow, before the Christmas break…

Richard Osman was very funny about the couple that looked like Tic Tacs…

Tomorrow I will be finally free from my current employment and it’s scary because I’ve never been unemployed before and besides, redundancy hurts…

Released…

I think I’ll spend some time on ‘The Shining Forward/\Backwards‘ and maybe properly describe what 137 is. I’ve seen it; I know I’ve put it down somewhere 😉

But don*t cha know, I’ll be gal-i-venting across the Read, Bloo and Y’Ello Universes. You knever know I might even have time to do the washing up…

It’s goo goo g’joob that I’ll always be your ‘Impossible Girl’. Defo 😉

Hear, have a Song from the LoL…

*This is a Roob-x clue for u

Flash Forward is a clue 2 or1 to go infront of x37 — Humanity blacked out for exactly 137 seconds or 2 mins 17 secs. 217 is the room number in Stephen King’s The Shining. In Stanley Kubrick’s version it was 237.

Being Who? Man…

Tin Man, Shiny, has new sight. Gorge? Us? salivates

Comets turn to Being Human…

‘The central premise of Being Human is that various types of supernatural beings exist alongside human beings, with varying degrees of menace; that three of these supernatural beings are opting to live amongst human beings rather than apart from them; and that these three characters are attempting (as much as is possible) to live ordinary human lives despite the pressures and dangers of their situations. They are constantly threatened with exposure or persecution, with pressure from other supernatural creatures, and with problems caused by their attempts to deal with their own natures.’

A trinity created by Toby White/Wit/Whithouse. There’s Werewolf…

Vampire…

Ghost.

MEROVEE has a new post tonight ‘Nothing has been proved’. It is not like one of Frank’s regular posts…

This morning MIrror Frank posted news of shots fired in the war on tobacco.

Did you take Clicky’s advice and watch… tick tock… Knot keen on beheaders but Sun Tzu had lots of other things to say…

If you know yourself then you can be who ever you want to be.

Live long and vicariously. Have a Song 😉

Wait, Ask, Sniff, Pet.

“Tear me-net” Chinese Chip Lady told me the other evening over the roar of popping fat.

I’d been sent out to buy supper: Cod, chips, pie, sav (for Poppy the dog) and two buttered rolls. A feast but we’d have to wait. I placed my order and said…

Clicky, really… is it necessary to illustrate everything I say? Don’t answer…

Ten minutes to kill. What to do? I paid for dinner and decided visit Cash & Dash’s emporium, a hop, skip and jump away, to peruse their magazine racks whilst I waited.

***Clicky, they’re Hindus scratches head … They are open over Christmas, I suppose… shrugs I’ll carry on with my story, if you don’t mind. No, don’t answer.***

Childhood habit – my eyes flicked up to the top shelf. No porn on display these days but a title did catch my eye…

No fear, Clicky, I would have spotted those bazongas without my specs. Unreal…

It was the 50th issue in a Marvelous run of comic collectables. Like the zippo Thoughtful Man bought a little while back. I reached up, feeling naughty for no rational reason, and turned the tight cellophane-wrapped book over in my hands to take in the blurb on the back.

‘One of the five founding Avengers, Janet Van Dyne is the wondrous Wasp. Born of science to battle an incomprehensible enemy, she’s Earth’s tiniest titan!

‘Take in a tale to astonish, as we present the first appearance of the impeccable inspect Avenger, the Wasp! Then, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes endure the fight of their lives – when the fearsome Masters of Evil come knocking! The Wasp leads the charge as the team find themselves… Under Siege!’

I didn’t remember seeing her in either of the Avengers movies. I looked at the price – £9.99. I ummed and felt the crisp tenner in my pocket, change from the fish & chips supper. Then my eyes clocked some other numbers.

44, Click. That’S the atomic number for Ruthenium. That’s one of my numbers. And 271 and 273 are scrambled Shining room numbers…

That was it. I had to see what was inside but the cellophane was virgin tight. I ran my thumb along the seam and gently pressed…

I bought it, Click! What do you fucking take me for? No. Don’t answer!

“They’re up to Number 102” Cash eagerly informed me as he rung up the sale. I spent the next few minutes telling him in detail exactly why I had to buy this particular issue, until his eyes gazed over and I could escape. Being incomprehensible is an effective weapon. Besides, the chips would be ready.

I bade farewell and left, pushing the ‘Pull’ sign on the inside of the door. Thankfully that door swings both ways.

Supper was delicious. I won’t go into detail; rest assured there was plenty of salt & vinegar and lashings of sauce. I will finish this post with the first image I saw when I eased the cover open…

Have a Song… 😉

Halo! WEs A Coming!: The Photos

The lovely MJ sent some pix of her Charlie in his Flash costume…

Clicky? nods

OK, Clicky. Let’s go to MEROVEE. Frank’s enlisted Hugo to sort the comments out 😉

The Sons Have Got Her Hat On…

It fell out of the wardrobe, whilst we were looking for something else.

My wedding Hat, Clicky. Just look at the state of it…

It didn’t go back into the wardrobe straightaway, oh no… Loopy Lou thought he might straighten it out for me…

He’s such a contented child, Click…

Then Kit-Kat-Paddy-Whack got hold of it…

Who knows, Clicky. Who knows…

Now I come to think it it, the song at No.1 when Thought Man and I got married was…

Indeed, Clicky, indeed 😉

Just One Click!

And Doo have a Song… 😉

Oh Boe! Dog Sitting Day: A Clicky-Led Shamble

Okay Clicky, you’re fidgeting. I know it’s strange having to take a Tuesday off just for dog sitting but what’s on your mind? You can tell Roobee…

Uh-huh… we watched that episode last night together… Hark! That was a clever twist, Capt Jack is the Face of Boe… 😉

Heh! I hope you’ve got a whole wardrobe full of coats, my friend, ‘cos I’m in punny mood this morning… Was it the mention of vanity that’s piquing at your brain?

Abel masc. proper name, in Old Testament, second son of Adam and Eve, from Hebrew Hebhel, literally “breath,” also “vanity.”

Abel? He was the meat eater, wasn’t he? The other one was the Veggie…

Oh I quite agree, Clicky, these machine politicians are quite ugly in their zeal to transform the world into their own image…

vanity (n.)c. 1200, “that which is vain, futile, or worthless,” from Old French vanite “self-conceit; futility; lack of resolve” (12c.), from Latin vanitatem (nominative vanitas) “emptiness, aimlessness; falsity,” figuratively “vainglory, foolish pride,” from vanus “empty, vain, idle” (see vain). Meaning “self-conceited” in English is attested from mid-14c. Vanity table is attested from 1936. Vanity Fair is from “Pilgrim’s Progress” (1678).

Idle? There’s a man who has a theory about that 😉 He wrote me an email…

“Thanks for leaving a link to Idle Theory. It is indeed “very Benthamesque”. But I replaced the greatest happiness for the greatest number with the greatest idleness for the greatest number. Idleness is (in principle) a measurable quantity, while happiness is not. I suppose I think of ‘happiness’ as being ‘happen-ness’ or ‘what happens’, and it’s only in their idle time that people are open to anything ‘happening’ in a ‘happy’ way. The rest of the time they’re too busy doing something more or less completely determined. Something like that, anyway.”

So thoughtful of him to reply and elucidate… you could have chosen a better image though, Click, those boots look like they could do with a clean…

Oh this is about that tweet we clicked smirk* on this morning…*

I spent a lot of time shambling K2 last year, Clicky… it was before I realised you even existed 😉

Ha! Clicky, The first British film idol that pops up in that series of films is CAINE…

idol (n.)mid-13c., “image of a deity as an object of (pagan) worship,” from Old French idole “idol, graven image, pagan god,” from Late Latin idolum “image (mental or physical), form,” used in Church Latin for “false god,” from Greek eidolon “appearance, reflection in water or a mirror,” later “mental image, apparition, phantom,” also “material image, statue,” from eidos “form” (see -oid). Figurative sense of “something idolized” is first recorded 1560s (in Middle English the figurative sense was “someone who is false or untrustworthy”). Meaning “a person so adored” is from 1590s.

Steady on now, Clicky, I’m pretty sure any Shadow Pharming Minister, would be appalled at that suggestion…

***Oh there’s no talking to you today rolls eyes … Have a Song…***

The Post I Forgot to Name

So I thought I’d re-watch last week’s episode of Doctor Who, before watching tonight’s second half…

That’s the prologue, Clicky. I don’t have time to watch the Prologue… ‘The Witch’s Familiar’ starts in a couple of hours and shambles can take ages to prepare… Oh, you’ve put in all the links…Cheers, Click!

This is a synchromystic shamble so is probably not going to make much sense to most people, but hear goes 😉

The previous season of Doctor Who was so syncy. We spent hours and hours knot-eye-sing the syncs on Merovee last year. So this new season was much anticipated. However, even I was surprised that the opening shot was of smoke…

And there was a plane firing lasers…

A war.

People do have their heads in the clouds when it comes to the ‘denormalisation‘ of smokers, Click… the mandated hatred has WHOly religious overtones… now, can I get on, time is clicking on titters…

A child (‘Save the Boy’ theme from ‘The Zero Theorem’) runs away through the smoke, lost and is made to stop by a black angel…

Who is promptly grabbed and pulled into a black hole…

Hand mines …

Lost, but what’s this…

Ah, vaping the great alternative to smoking, Click 😉

The boy picks it up…

Clicky, 50 is L which is Lever and how many feet and hands in that image?

Not a Library then, Clicky, Lol… Highlighting a mix and a muddle (how shambolic 😉 with technology. That’s pure Hugo…

guffaw Well done Click knot-eye-sing the 15 (IS) year program… you’re so sneaky Clicky hiding stuff like that… but no one get’s it you know..

Well D’Uh! I’ve been hanging around with you for like…ever 😉 Please Click, it’s… twenty to fucking twelve!!! OMG! I missed the show. Stop messing about now, post the images and no hiding stuff. Honestly, who in their right mind chooses a flippin’ chatty dolphin as an assistant…

Click, I saw what you did there squint* Stop it!*

That’s enough for now. I’ve got a date with iPlayer. Damn it, I haven’t even got to the syncs with ‘Essex’ and ‘Dude!’

Undoubtedly Clicky, now have a Song…

Who Vs WHO: Who’s Who and What’s What… What?

The new series of Doctor Who returns on 19th September and then there’s Sherlock at Christmas…. ah, I miss Moffat…

Clicky! A purple spider, thank you. Purple is my PPE… I must say, Steven Moffat is entirely right when he says:

“You know in some ways, I think Mark [Gatiss] has got a point when he says that however good you imagine [the crossover], it would be almost better in your imagination than it would be if the two grand old egotists actually met,” he added.

I have a theory that people obey the WHO because they’ve grown up watching Doctor Who save humanity on a Saturday evening tea-time since it was…

… in black and white, Click. I caught the Who bug with No.3 and the spiders… you know, when he regenerated into…

…jelly baby man, yes No.4, Click.

Yes, yes, Clicky, there’s probably a reason for that… makes Wales look good, I dunno. Now stop distracting me, I was talking about the WHO…

It was founded practically single-handedly by a man, Clicky…

‘Doctor to the World’

Perhaps he though Santa was Satan, Clicky, some people do 😉 Now let me get on…

My Y’ello friend Mhehed Zherting sent me an e-cig link this morning…

‘What’s interesting is that The Lancet revealed this “information” in an anonymous editorial rather than a proper article. Of course it’s impossible to be sure who wrote this, because it’s anonymous, but it is an editorial. That means it was probably written by the editor, and The Lancet’s editor is one Richard Horton.’

As far as Simon Chapman goes, yeah he really is a nob…

Now if only Vapers could be convinced to stop acting like ex-smokers (i.e. sanctimonious twats) and realise for one minute that using Tobacco Control ‘harm reduction facts’ against smokers will not help them in the long run…

That’s right, Click, remember… Sat 19th September 2015 on BBC1 😉

Oh give it a rest, Clicky. Have a Song…

What the Blazes! Taking an arrow to the née