Ooh, it is a Sunday and I am willingly writing a Roast. I must be getting better! Actually, the week has been a bit pants, but with the aid of lots of tea and cookies it is looking up and I am all set to take on next week and whatever it has to throw at me.

God help all of us.

This week is a collaboration between Moose and myself - she is responsible for the lions share of the links, movies (and cookies). I am just here for the witty repartee and the washing up. Once again, deity defend us. I’ll stop blaspheming now and get on with the show, promise.

We Brits do like to grumble about the NHS, but then you look at the impact it has had on our lives and realise it could be a lot worse.

I have made a few little snits in the past about how Steven Moffat, great writer though he is for Dr Who, does have a couple of foibles. Ol’ Surly challenged me to defend my thesis and my brain just fell flat on its face. I give you this summation instead. (A few spoilers/teases contained for those who haven’t seen Season 4 yet).

My dream e-book reader? Certainly the Readius is the most portable and funky of the ones to date. It certainly beats the Kindle into a cocked hat, looks wise.

I know it is not very professional to be jealous of your colleagues, but I am. I am emerald green with envy: the latest EDLO is shortly going off on his travels, and more to the point he isn’t taking me with him. Damn him.

I have been reading a lot of vampire novels lately, partly because even I was getting sick of a steady diet of regency romances, and partly because the local library has been on a spending spree (each library in the city network has a genre they major in, and at the moment the paranormal is top of Portswood’s list). So for me finding a bat in your bra seems strangely appropriate. Odd, but appropriate. (And how can you NOT have realised there was a bat in there?!)

Now tell me slugs aren’t scary?

I like audiobooks - they are great for long car journeys - but I never listen to them in everyday life. Something about just sitting there, listening… I can’t do it. I need to fiddle and being doing something with my hands. Glad to hear I am not the only one. Perhaps I need to take up knitting or something?

The Moon was mistaken for a UFO. So many Welsh jokes, not enough time.

For Abi, who I have been neglecting shamefully lately, lots of movie trailers:
Burn After Reading

Elegy

Quantum of Solace - quote of the week has to be Moose when she introduced the trailer with “He’s got a big gun! And that’s not a euphemism!” I shall just content myself with “Mmmmmm, Daniel Craig”

Blindness

The Day the Earth Stood Still

Miracle at St Anna

Kabluey

And whilst I leave you digesting that little lot, I am off into the kitchen to invent a recipe for ginger cake. If it works, I will share, but I am a little dubious. They’ve got to go into work tomorrow for someone’s birthday, so no pressure!