I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Is it me, or does David Tennant look like he's dangerously close to copping a feel? Apparently, the man was looking forward to getting two prizes, that time around, ey?

Off work until tomorrow morning. Sorry I've not been online much, but was a bit ill again, this week (nothing serious, this time I'm happy to say). Have a fantastic weekend, all. Cheers, Nancy G.

"Bleh! General Electric? Phillp's radios taste so much better."

Now that the nice weather has appeared, I've been spending more and more time out on the balcony--with the cats, who enjoy it, as well.

See some interesting things, from my perch above Glen Street, let me tell you. For instance, the other day, a teenage boy was skateboarding down the sidewalk, with a fresh whole pineapple in his hand...not sure what that was about. The nearest shop that sells fresh pineapples, is the Price Chopper super center, and that's over a mile away.

Then, there was the gal last night, walking down the street juggling three ornages. Another woman walked past, holding a large cup of soda (Coke) on her head.

There was the old man on roller skates, the guy with the full golf bag (nearest course is more than 2 miles away, in the suburbs--which is why the gent was probably a bit red-raced and sweaty), and the pick up truck with two giant copper kettle drums (of the musical sort) stuck in the back, and the two young men--tough looking gangsta' types, walking down the street pushing baby stollers and overhead talking about changing diapers. And the three teenage girls, walking by, singing a pop tune--rather well, actually. And the young man on the souped up motorcycle, that it took two motorcycle policemen to stop to issue a traffic ticket to.