Friday was something of an interesting one.

I guess there were two main occurrences, the first one being Tim on 6Music. Boy was that fun. We were already gonna give Tim a Christmas theme for his MySpace this weekend and I’d already planned to send in a message telling them to say “hi” to him from everyone at Angry (Feet) so I cunningly combined the two and let the plan out to everyone on the forum. As many people as were around all e-mailed or texted in to wish Tim a merry Christmas and while it was mentioned that lots of people had been contacting the show for him they didn’t read a single message out. Bah humbug.

Anyway, he was on to show off another of his new songs. So far I’ve heard six of them and on average there are ten per show. I have to say part of me wants to hear them all before Edinburgh but there’s another part that would still like to be surprised. Guess it’s down to Tim really since he knows which shows I’m going to and whatnot. Anyway, the song was brilliantly funny and clever (like it’s going to be anything else) though I had something of a personal reaction to it for reasons that still allude me now but I think it’s safe to say that I’m over it now and that I can giggle like a schoolgirl upon listening to it again. Yays.

Also, there was something of an incident regarding a telephone call.

My mum phoned what she thought was her cousin’s number but when she realised she didn’t know she hung up. The (probable) chavvy scum on the other end for reasons beyond me phoned back to ask who dared phone her. When I told her it was probably a wrong number she insulted me and hung up. Reckon I probably interrupted her having sex with her (probably equally chavvy) boyfriend. Mind you, if you’re gonna insult someone over the phone it might be a good idea to make it audible. I couldn’t tell if I was a dickhead, a pisshead or a tithead. Shame.

Saturday was fun. Alick and me caught the train to Whitby, which was packed with an odd combination of goths and families with small children. If you’ve not been to Whitby then let me fill you in with what it’s famous for: Dracula (hence the goths), Jet and the abbey. It’s a small fishing town on the north-east coast and a fabulous tourist destination.

So the first thing we did was to go shopping and the first thing I bought was a Lucky Duck for Kirsty. To me, lucky ducks are one of the other traditions of Whitby. They’re just small glass ducks in the colour of your birthstone and what makes them so traditional is the fact they’ve been there so long. When we visited yesterday they had a banner celebrating their 50th year of business and special gold lucky ducks too.

We also popped in to a local jeweller’s as I’d planned on buying me a jet ring. I saw one that I instantly fell in love with, quirky and cute but simplistic too. It was also just the price I was after paying for one too but Alick, the lovely boyfriend that he is, bought it for me. I may take photos of it at a later point but maybe I won’t. We’ll see how lazy I am.

Next, because there aren’t really that many shops in Whitby, only really the touristy ones full of cheap tat, the high street ones I’ve seen thousands of times before in every town ever and the toy shop, we headed up the 199 steps (yes there really are 199; I’ve counted them so many times during the course of my childhood) to the abbey. The abbey’s ruins now but used to be a monastery and apparently is the inspiration for Dracula. Personally I just went to take photos cos it’s gorgeous. The plan kinda fell on it’s arse when I saw how much English Heritage were charging to get in. I’m sorry, but as gorgeous as those ruins may be I don’t think that they’re worth £5 and it’s not like you can say that the money’s going towards its upkeep because they’re ruins. Stupid.

We headed back to do some more shopping where I purchased six people presents. I’ve already told four people of their gift but not the other two. Now I know they both read this thing from time to time so if you are reading this, could it be you?

After that we pretty much went home, after finding out that the place Dad buys his kippers from was closed, on an equally packed train to go watch Doctor Who.

I felt a bit disappointed by it to be honest. It’s as if it’s become too big for its own good. Even if I hadn’t found out before who the enemy was or if that certain person was coming back, there wasn’t a cat in hell’s chance that would lasted as all over the TV guides, ON THE FRONT PAGES, it mentioned one or the other. I dunno if it’s even trying to keep myself spoiler free for this series anymore. If I’m gonna do such a thing I’m clearly gonna have to cut all ties with every single form of media ever and become a hermit from the moment they start shooting til the end of the series, which is pretty much most of the year.

The episode was also too big for its own good. I know Russell T wants to go out with a bang but surely an impressive bang would be better. Characters seem to be back just for the sake of it, the Daleks in particular. The past few series we’ve always had an inkling of who the big series finale baddie was gonna be but the Daleks seem to have appeared from right out of the blue. Rose just seems to be there just because it makes it makes the threat more dangerous, and consequently the episodes supposedly more impressive, if we know it’s affecting EVERY SINGLE UNIVERSE!! I also feel things happened too fast and weren’t explained in as much depth as I’d have liked or how things “just happened” like Martha returning to her house.

Predictions for next episode: Rusty will have some stupid trick up his sleeve to stop the Doctor from regenerating, I just hope it’s better than the one from last series, cos I found that annoying (again, I recall this happening just cos). Also, our universe will be saved as will all the other universes and Rose will have to back to her universe but not before some supposedly tense moments of action, including one or two where the Doctor might end up dying/regenerating again. In fact, maybe he does and he uses the same trick that stopped him regenerating earlier on. God I’m so cynical on this it’s unbelievable. I don’t care if it’s gonna last an extra twenty minutes if it’s gonna be an extra twenty minutes of Russell T’s self-indulgent crap.

Wow. I didn’t realise this episode had riled me so much.

Today I have coded fun things. I say fun things cos I find coding fun. One is a useful application for me and the other is a re-hash of my contact form to stop me from getting sodding spam from it. Can someone please tell me what the purpose of sending spam messages to just one person is?! I run my own website so do you really think that I’m stupid enough to fall for it? “Oh, what’s this? An unintelligible message? I know, I’ll just click on the link in it that has ‘p0rn’ in the address.”