Earlier this week I saw a young guy, barefoot and dressed in shorts and a vest (it was raining and very windy at the time), skipping along the road singing along to One Hand In My Pocket by Alanis Morissette (thing is – the earbud ends of his earphones were in his ears, as is procedure, but the bit you plug into a music player was just swinging in the breeze, sans any kind of music player). He was also clutching a plastic bag that appeared to consist of five or six 500ml bottles of Irn Bru and nothing else. This is not the first time in my life I’ve seen a crazy person, or the first time I’ve seen one whilst living over here, but the sheer frequency of them walking past me when I’m out having a cigarette nowadays has me asking questions. We must live near some kind of mental institution. Hey, I’m not knocking them or making fun, I feel sorry for them, I know what it’s like to have mental issues having suffered depression for many years. I’ve been one step away from lunacy nearly my entire life, so yeah, whatever.
And now for something completely different.
The new series of Doctor Who started yesterday, and it was very good! I was unsure of Matt Smith before I had seen him play the Doctor, but after last night’s episode, I’m convinced. It was very well written, too. A lot less cheesy than Russell T. Davies stuff, a bit less aimed at kids too. Also, the Doctor’s new assistant is, how shall I say… smokin’ hot (that explains the image… I was not suggesting that Karen Gillan is crazy. She’s just drunk in that pic, she’s not having a massive mental breakdown). Skinny girls don’t usually do anything for me – same for girls with ginger hair – but somehow, Amy Pond just does it. It helps that she’s actually pretty though. The only other skinny ginger girl in the public eye I can think of is Nicola from Girls Aloud – and I don’t rate her particularly highly – I don’t like her big goofy smile and insincere facial expressions. Anyway, after Jane’s little crush on David Tennant, I feel like it’s my turn to get something “extra” from Doctor Who. Billie Piper never did it for me, far too gormless, Martha Jones was always a bit too masculine and I’d never put the words “Catherine Tate” and “attractive” in the same sentence. Well, apart from then, obviously.
