Prince Charles was patently not in the mood today. When fielded a banal question by royal correspondant Nicholas Witchell, he answered tersley.
Then under his breath, but picked up by the sensitive microphones present he moaned to William and Harry about having to do the photocall. This was apparently a gaff, and the press have made a great deal of fuss about it.
But… does anyone really care that Prince Charles dislikes journalists? The media sure, because they are journalists, but I feel with many people he may have improved their opinions.
Add that to the fact that Nicholas was reportedly not well liked amongst his colleagues following his breaking of the NUJ strike in the 80s to present nearly every BBC news bulletin going, hence his being sidelined into the role of “Royal Corespondant”.
Saturday, Doctor Who returns along with the Nestene animated Autons, then on Tuesday it is revealled the episode was a smash hit in the ratings, with 10.5 million people watching at one point with Ant and Dec averaging 7.8.
Then on Today it was announced that the BBC had greenlighted another series for 2006, with a Christmas special for later this year.
However it’s a roller-coaster as I’ve just heard that the news is out that Christopher Eccleston has decided not to continue in the lead role for another year and the role will be recast yet again. Was it fears of being typecast, the absolutely hysterical media attention, the 84 hour weeks, or being faced with the reality of his likeness as 9 inch tall plastic action figure. Who can tell?
We shouldn’t grumble. From all accounts there are 12 excellent episodes yet to come to Saturday nights, and possibly a Christmas special. And next year 13 more with a brand new Doctor. It’s an interesting time to be a Doctor Who fan.
That was good.
I watched Doctor Who as I suppose it should be watched- with my family in Manchester. I will hvae to watch it again as I couldn’t hear half the dialog. My sister was worried about Emily having nightmares, but Darren reconed she wouldn’t reemember any of it.
It is Doctor Who stripped down to its bare essentials, all the technobable explainations and build up cut out and straight to the adventure. 8/10 but I’m sure future episodes will be better.
Hazel, who yesterday evening was getting more and more manic over the thought of new Doctor Who and the Tory party in crisis, no longer has a blog. If anyone wants to read a joke about the latter, go and read either Nick or Will’s blog.
Update Will and Nick have now had their say, and Nick’s say is quite a long and considered one too.
OK as part of the review of the sprawling web that is my finances I decided to open one of thosehigh interest regular savers account. I’m already a customer with the financial institution in question and it is the only such account that doesn’t make demands on where my salary is paid.
So I expected to go into the branch, identify myself and the fact I wanted to open one of these accounts, have them press the “open regular savers” button, hand over the cheque, and leave with the standing order form to give to my main bank.
How wrong I was. For a start they refused to set up my account there and then, saying I needed to book an appointment. In this day and age? So I went and set up my account over the phone with a chap at the call centre. I then had to verify myself in the branch. What a fuss. All to open an account that I knew I wanted because I’d taken the time to look into it properly beforehand.
Do these people not want my custom?
Had a bit of fun with banking today. As we are so often reminded, well I am at least, it is nearly the end of the tax year, and the last chance to use up our ISA allowance. So I’m going round all my bank accounts, finding all the bits of money I had squirrelled away to stop me sqandering it on Scout uniform and enamel badges with little yellow birds on them. The idea is to put it into my instant access ISA where more often than not it will earn much more interest, and still be available should I need it. I’ve even put the money I need to pay my credit card bill off in there.
But what boggled me, was that I’d chosen to transfer some of the money from an account at the same building society by internet, and pay in some in person in cash. I cheerfully handed my passbook and my huge wodge of cash over to the counter assistant. To find there is a problem.
It seems the computer doesn’t want to update my book. Why? Because I’d made an internet transfer earlier this lunch hour and it needed some time to update. My book will be posted to me soon.
It was like the 21st century had never happened.
I’m begining to see what I got from my old fashioned high street bank with its low current account interest and stuffy image.
Few of us can have failed to be irritated by the recent adverts for the Conservative party. Those that have either pay no attention to advertising posters (well done) or must have somthing wrong with them.
If you’ve tuned them out the posters consist of an inane statement or rhetorical question written in as if in someone’s hadwriting, followed by the strap line “Are you thinking what we’re thinking?” Quite frankly it disturbs me that someone thinks the future of this country could lie in the hand of people who respond to such rubbish. They are the sort of lines that wouldn’t seem out of place coming from a stereotypical taxi driver. Shallow, predudiced and just plain wrong.
And it seems eminately lampoonable. Anders Hanson highlighted one very good example when they first started coming out, and more have cropped up since.
Yesterday i had my first lie in in weeks, I slept in until midday.
After helping my dad with his new PC went over to Leeds for a social with the Leeds NW team. On the way got snapped by a speed camera. Will have to be more careful.
Not much else to report as I’ve either not had anything to blog, or there’s been stuff I don’t want to blog about.
That was expensive training.
OK the Training itself was good, but East Lancs Scouts have a uniform outlet on site at Bowley and I bought myself a uniform polo so I wont feel over dressed when I turn up on a wednesday in Uniform and the Explorers hadn’t bothered themselves. Then I thought- while I’m at it, why not buy a sweatshirt. And a fellowship necker. And, oh, I haven’t got a Eurojam badge on my uniform
Still it could have been worse, that lot would have set me back £20 more if I’d shopped via Outdoors on the web.
10 modules trained for or validated, 8 left.