Story time, boys and girls

I'm bored. 
It's exactly 02:06 here and I am not tired (That and my bed is covered with most of my possessions and I'm too lazy to clear them off) so I thought I'd write up a blog and tell you a story. This story is called "The Time I pulled twice on a bloody cold Train". 
I don't care what your definition of "Pulling" is! I pulled twice! My Blog, MY RULES! 
Anyway!
We begin our story in Halifax. For those of you who don't where that is, it one of those many cities that's one claim to fame is "Yeah...it's close to Leeds." I was on a train headed there (not the train I pulled on) to meet a mate before embarking on a journey up to Glasgow to see someone else. I was running late, so rather then let Dad drive me to Leeds, I jumped on a Train to Leeds (see, smart!). 
So I arrived in Leeds (yay) still in my work clothes because I was running late. I met my Friend, and we eventually found our train. 
It looked like a Death Trap. 
And when we got on, we discovered our first impressions were fairly accurate. 
It was cold, it was rickety and to this day, I'm convinced that those doors never actually locked. According to the ticket, we were going to be on this Train for about two or three hours, and every seat was taken, so I stood by the door (possibly due to a subconscious death wish) and spent my time ignoring my friend bitching about the train's less then ideal conditions with my iPod. 
Then something grabbed my little finger! 
I turned to look at the source of the offender, and saw a wee baby. (No, this baby is not who I pulled!) The baby was wrapped up in a blanket, being held by a fairly attractive woman in her late twenties or early thirties. We started chatting and chatting lead to flirting. 
Successful Pull One
Some stops later, she gave me a peck on the cheek and got off the train, waving goodbye to me from the window. 
Then a Gothic Looking Girl came over. People who know will know that I have a slight goth fetish. For some reason, I find them completely irresistable. If you want to do something stupid, come up to me looking SLIGHTLY Gothic (IE just wear black) and I will probably attempt to tame a Lion...with a stick and a chilli. She smiled at me, and I smiled back. 
Then she mentioned that she'd seen me with the baby and thought I looked cute (especially in my trench coat, which was hiding my Nurse's uniform). Instantly, I was ready to hand over all my worldly possessions to this woman. We chatted for a bit (I was still ignoring my mate) and thanks to living with one of my best friends and watching him play Obivilon for HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS, I managed to bluff my way through the Elder Scroll section. Basically, we chatted and it was surprisingly easy (This day boosted my confidence immensely). 
Then I made the fatal mistake. 
(No, I didn't kill her). Her stop came up, and she got off. No kiss on the cheek this time, but she did wave at me from the window and I waved back/
and I did nothing. 
Later, I realized I'd forgotten to ask for her number (or her name, come to think of it). Rookie Mistakes I've vowed never to repeat. 
Eventually, we got on a safe train (it was warm), we got seats and made it to Glasgow (where it was FREEZING!). I had a brilliant weekend, but I kept thinking of that Girl. 
To this day, when I'm down in the dumps, I remind myself of most (Save the rookie mistakes part) of that story and I always feel better. 
Hope you enjoyed that, and if you didn't, why did you read it all?
Idiots. 

Why I'm clever for NOT buying the Doctor Who "Christmas Adventure" figure set.

For those of you who don't collect Doctor Who Figures and really don't care about people ranting about those figures, Sod Off! This Blog is not for you and I don't partcularly care for your opinion, especially if its something along the lines of "You're 22 years old! Why are you still buying Toys?" (My normal answer to that is "Least I'm not buying Crack or Hookers". Take that, Gran!)

Anyway, back to the topic at the hand, the Doctor Who Christmas Adventure Set. THIS is what I'm talking about:

This set contains, as you can see, two figures and a TARDIS. The Eleventh Doctor is a repaint of a pre-existing figure I already have. I already have that TARDIS so really and I don't like the repaint it got. So really, the only thing going for this Set, at least to me, was a variant of the Amy Pond Figure. However, since it wasn't a Classic Set, I wasn't willing to pay £29.99 for a lone figure. Now, if it had come with Michael Gambon's Character as well, I'd have been all over that set, but it didn't so I wasn't.

Turns out, I was right not to buy this! As it happens, this is a Repeat of what, amongst Who Figure Fans, is known as the "Unearthly Child Incident" (or to me, the "Unearthly Child Frak-up")

Let me explain some more and bore you with my words.

THIS is the Unearthly Child First Doctor figure. 

As usual, it was a Forbidden Planet exclusive and cost £14.99. At this point, only one figure of the First Doctor was available, so I was pretty excited by this announcement. As soon as it came up for Preorder on FP's website, I placed one and patiently awaited the email saying it was on it's way to my door. Three weeks later, give or take, the figure arrvied and I was made happy.

BUT THEN, SHOCK HORROR, THIS ANNOUNCEMENT CAME!

"First Doctor and TARDIS set - coming soon!

This is what it looks like: 

Notice anything in partcular? The Figure inside that TARDIS Set was the same one. I WAS ANGRY BEYOND BELIEF. I couldn't believe it! I'd blown £14.99 on a figure, when I could've waited LESS then a month and then spent £10 more and got the First Doctor's TARDIS as well! So what did I do, loyal readers?

I caved, bought the TARDIS set and got a SECOND Figure of this variant. Was I happy? No. Did I complain? No, but I was tempted (Don't look at me like that - My Blog, my rules!). 

So how, pray tell, does this Unearthly Child Incident relate to the Christmas Adventure Set?

Well, if you're really that thick, you should leave my Blog now. 

I got an e-mail from FP, announcing this!

Yep, Single Release Amy Pond in Policewoman Outfit

Yep, there it is, folks. A figure of Amy Pond in her all Kiss-o-Gram outfit glory. And look, it's a single release and costs....£8.99. Is £8.99 less then £29.99? I think it is! 

That said, I'm still undecided about getting this Figure, and for those regular readers who are thinking "Cough, Orange Dalek and Eleventh Doctor" SHUT UP! 

Why the Doctor Who Adventures games are EVIL!

For those of you who don't know, I'm a BIG Doctor Who Fan (My Blog's name SHOULD'VE been a clue). I bought DOZENS of Classic Who DVDs, all the modern ones, the soundtracks and the vast majority of the figures (even the expensive exclusives). I even want to be the Last Doctor! That's how much I love Doctor Who!
That said, the Adventure Games are EVIL! 
Let me explain.
The Adventures Games are free downloadable games from the BBC Website which let you play as the Eleventh Doctor and Amy in four seperate adventures. You fight Daleks, Cybermen, A weird glowing Orb, the Vashta Nerada and a GIANT SHARK! Actually, fight is a bit of strong word - you actually sneak around and pray they don't see you...or Amy, because they WILL KILL YOU! (I can still hear Amy and the Doctor screaming as they die).
Sounds like fun, right?
It is...until you start collecting the Cards!
There are five sets - Doctors, Companions, Friends, Enemies and Jelly Babies. They're scattered across each Game and they're COLLECTABLE! The Word Collectable must also be Evil, because it instantly drives me to collect them...even though they're completely worthless in the Real World. If I were still at School and said to people I got all the Doctor Who Collectable Cards, I'd probably be beaten up repeatedly, even after giving up my precious Lunch (Doctor Who Figure) Money...even by the foreign exchange student who speaks no english...and probably the Teachers as well.
But the point is, I searched EVERYWHERE for them! And I found them...all but ONE! 
For THREE DAYS, I replayed the Games, searching desperately for the final card (Orange Jelly Baby)! I searched every nock and cranny on EVERY LEVEL AND DEAD ABOUT A MILLION TIMES! By now, you'll get the idea that they're somewhat hard to find. 
Anyway, then I found it...COMPLETELY BY ACCIDENT! I was running the wrong way down a corroder because some enemy wanted to exterminate/delete/eat my life force/eat my skin (See what I did there - no clues for you, cheaters!) and there is was, spinning happily. It's even worse then when I was playing Blood of the Cybermen, and saw a Card AFTER I was too far away from it to go back! I would tell you where it was, but I'm an arse who refuses to share his secrets. Now, after wasting hours of your life searching for these cards, what do you get? The ability to alternate between The Doctor and Amy whenever you want? A Sonic Screwdriver for Amy? A Sonic Blaster for the Doctor so he can shoot his enemies instead of sneaking around them? Iron Man's armour? (On X-Men Legends II, you do!) or at the very least, a message congratulating you on your hard work and lack of a social life? 
No. 
You get nothing. 
NOTHING!
So basically, the BBC's reward for finding all those bloody cards is....nothing. 
Also, at a friend's birthday party, she introduced me as "Creepy Chris". At the time, I laughed it off as usual Banter.
Then I read this and suddenly, I'm not so sure! 

Doctor Who Figure Adventures - coming soon to Youtube

I have what can charitably be refered to as "a lot" of free time on my hands. 

In fact, due to illness, I have been forced to leave my Uni course and therefore, all 24 hours of my day are mine to do with as I wish (though at least 6 are reserved for attempt to sleep). 

Therefore, I've decided to attempt to fill my Day with a new hobby! Yeah me! New Hobby!

Except it won't be a new hobby. It will, in fact, be the continuation of an old hobby! Yay! Old Hobby! Those lucky few who actually know me are aware of this Hobby, since I've probably shown you my work already. It is Stop Motion. Doctor Who themed Stop Motion, in fact. Using my army of action figures, I've made them act out scenes I've written. I've achieved this by moving a figure slightly, taking a photo, moving it slightly again, taking a photo and so on. It's the same method Nick Park used to create the highly successfully Wallace and Gromit

Wooo! Nick Park! ...my hair's nicer then his!

Anyway! To expand on my hobby (and test it), I wish to make a Stop Motion Series for Youtube, like a few others have done. It will be a true test, both of my skills as a Stop Motion person (I believe the Term is animator) and as a writer, since I will be penning most, if not all, of my scripts (In fact, a fair few have already been scripted at least in part). Basically, I'm going to become a combi-lution (mixture of combination and Poke'mon style evolution) Of Nick Park (pictured above) and the brilliant Steven Moffat!

Guess which one is Steven Moffat

Anyway, the first mini-episode will up on Youtube soon, a new blog detailing it's creation will be made, and then, the series will begin proper. I hope you enjoy it. And in the mean time, enjoy this Promo-Shot (taken back in the flat - just to let you know how long I've been planning this LOL):

DOCTOR WHO:
THE CHRISTMAS FEAST

No pictures today

And trust me, loyal readers, that's a good thing! Did you all have a good christmas? Remember, before answering, I am merely a collection of words and cannot hear your reply. Leave a comment if you did (or didn't) and I'll be sure to ignore it. 

I paradoxically did and didn't! I had a Cold (Still do) and my Sleep Cycle is playing.

Well, that's a lie. It was a thoroughly enjoyable experience. Let me go on about it...IN DETAIL!
Our story begins on Christmas Eve, where my clan (plus Oma - Remember Oma? She was mentioned before - look for her name, comment it to me and you'll win a prize) went over to my Aunt Sophia's and my absolutely horrible Uncle Dave's house. This man is responsibile for my absolute hatred of Scotland and her mighty Highland (and Lowland) people. 

Anyway, with a civil tongue (and the promise of a Tenner), we entered and waited the arrival of my Uncle Andre, Aunt Fiona and Cousin Edwin. Edwin's nice enough (the more tolerable of the two) but is still an idiot. He seems to enjoy attempting to goard me and my brother into fighting. (At my Aunt's wedding, he successfully convinced me to pour Shampoo into my Brother's soup). Anyway, tonight was no different, and as usual (Simon was enjoying his soup, and punched me) I ignored him. We played Party Games and then sat down to a delicious Christmas Buffet. I ate merrily, little knowing it would be the last thing I would be able to keep down. (Starting to see the reason for no Pictures?)

Anyway, We exchanged gifts (I got money sneaked into my Pocket by Fiona and some Classic Who DVDs from Dad) and finally parted. 

The next day, Christmas Day. 

In the morning (actually around 12), me, Dad and Simon exchanged gifts. I gave Dad the complete Murdoch Mysteries and Simon NCIS Season 6. In return, I recieved lots of Classic Who DVD (and more money from Dad). One interesting Side note. As has become our tradition, there were absolutely NO decorations up. We used to put them everywhere! And I mean EVERYWHERE! Sometimes, even me and Simon got decorated! However, it was always Mum who was the head of the Christmas Decoration and since her passing, we have been unable to do so with the same vigor. Last year, we managed a Tree with a single row of Lights. Next time, we're aiming for the Tree and the Navitity (complete with three new additions from Me and Simon - Tradition.)

Anyway, we were all done opening presents (Oma also bought a TARDIS mug :D) and were watching our various Gifts ( First of the Murdoch Mysteries Specials) when Dad decided we were to headed over to my Aunt Fay's. 

I should point out. Fay isn't actually our Aunt. She's Aunt Fiona's (Who's married to my Uncle Andre, Dad's brother) Sister, but we've been so involved in each other lives (especially just recently), she might as well be. 

Much fun was had there. Jeremy (Rebecca - Fay's Oldest - boy) was giving death glances to his Great Grandmother (Fay's Ex-Mother in Law and my Old Maths teacher) while watching Toy Story 3. The Diet Coke was completely frozen, and Fay, Fiona and Rebecca were all in the kitchen, refusing help. I was sat next to Terry (Fay's ex Father in Law and my Gran's old Gardiner) chatting with him about articles he was writing between coughing fits. 

Dinner came, and that was good! Everything was cooked absolutely perfectly and we all had fun pulling crackers (I got a Puzzle!) and telling the horrendous jokes contained within. Edwin and Jolin (my steroid junkie cousin) were on their best behaviour (mainly because Rebecca and Megan - Fay's youngest - would've kill them otherwise). I tolerated Andre's conversational drivel with my usual good graces (IE I ignored him) and listened instead of Hana (Fay's middle child) and Joe (Her boyfriend) talking about Coby (her son) and their plans to move in the New Year. 

Afterwards, we retired to the Longue (or in young Jeremy's case, bed) for a while before we headed home. 

I was excited! 

Tomorrow was Boxing Day, the BEST DAY of the Gren year! We basically ignore the entire World (Oma is welcome - that is all), pile up food and have a DVDfest lasting the entire day. It is my favourite part of the Christmas Season, and pretty much the only day of the year you can confirm I'll have more then one meal. 

So of course, at 03:3-something in the morning, I threw up. AND LET ME TELL YOU! Christmas Dinner does NOT taste ANYWHERE near as Nice coming back UP!

I was GUTTED...literally LOL

Over the course of the day, I continued throwing up. I couldn't even keep water down. So instead of enjoying Boxing Day in all its glory, I had a migraine, and spent much of it trying to sleep on Dad's awesome bed while Simon and Dad stuffed their faces and enjoyed their DVDs. 

Yesterday, almost a week later, I managed to stomach Dry Toast. Today, I managed my first meal (Steak and Chips). Today, I am officially over the Stomach Bug, but still battling the Cold. 

This has ruined my New Year's Eve's Plans. Normally, I go over to my mate Jeremy and his Family for three days (the 30th, the 31st and the 1st) for some truly amazing food with him and their friends Jan and his Wife (her name escapes me). However, Jeremy and his Dad both catch colds easily, and suffer horribly with them. Therefore, I am remaining at Home, and probably going to go to Bed at 10. 

Well, a shite end to a reasonable Year! Roll on 2011!

I love my Oma!

I love my Oma! She's my Gran, but because she's German, we call her Oma. But that's beside the point! 

when I moved out of my flat, I couldn't fit all my stuff into my room (insert irony here) so I asked if she'd look after some of my stuff for me. She agreed, and much love was felt by me. 

Anyway, one of those boxes contained both my scarves. One is ordinary but nice because it keeps me warm, but the other one is truly amazing. 

Well, with Britain's recent cold snap, I realized I could really do with, well, either of them, so I asked Oma if she'd look for one of them for me. But she didn't. 

She looked for and found both. She packed them into a bag, along with one of my games, a comic book my 'good' tie (I got it free with a shirt, but I've not told her that), and a T-Shirt I forgot I owned. But the point of this entry is...the none ordinary scarf. It's a replica of one of the ones Tom Baker wore during his time as the Doctor!

it's fourteen foot long and is very warm. In other words, it's PERFECT for this weather and, when combined with my military coat (which a nice drunk lady offered to buy off me last night so she could sell it on eBay) and my crutches, makes me look rather...ecclectic! Unfortunately, people who know me expect me to look ecclectic (one of my lecturers at Uni once said "On anyone else, that scarf would look ridiculous, but that I could pull it off) so it's lost a bit of impact, but its still warm and lovely!

Learning from Tom Baker, I mostly store excess length of the scarf in my pocket with my wallet, mobile, iPod and sonic screwdriver. Thank You, Paul Parkes, for buying the scarf for me (i don't have an eBay account, so I bullied him into buying it for me - But I feel I must point out I paid for it)

Live Long and Prosper.

my first blog as a 22 year old.

And all I can think of to say is this:

Don't know why either. I just like it

Live Long and Prosper, folks