Yesterday Jim and I headed to Greenwich Park to feed the squirrels (almonds no less... they couldn't get enough) and have a nice wander. In the summer Greenwich Park is the place to go in London. It's so gorgeous, with an amazing backdrop of Canary Wharf and the Queens House. Love it. Walking past all the tourists I felt a little sorry for them. They don't get to live here after all.
We had a pint of Staropramen in the Nags Head and lunch at Vietnam. Wandered home round the Cutty Sark which is looking more worse for wear every time I see it.
Doctor Who last night. I wanted to like the episode. The Tenth Doctor is awesome. Rose is brilliant. The story concept was promising. I just couldn't like it. I feel like the writers have all got lost up their own arses. There's something about the episodes recently that puts me off... But next week... Cybermen, Torchwood, Daleks?, the departure of Rose begins and it's the opening shot in the closing two parter of series two.
Please God let the next companion be overly muscled and totally gay. PLEASE! Or bring back Captain Jack...
Commander in Chief got cancelled. :(
No more Matt Lanter. :(