Norfolk photo of the day: no dogs allowed on the beach
But that doesn’t mean a pooch can’t dream…
But that doesn’t mean a pooch can’t dream…

This is a like comedy from Star Trek’s vicious Mirror Universe, where backstabbing and scheming are just the way things are.
If you don’t already think romance is dead, you will after this crude, obvious, juvenile, and desperately unfunny excuse for a wedding farce.
Someday, I have no doubt, there will be a real planet named Gallifrey…
Who needs ten kitchens in their house? I’m looking forward to this documentary giving me some insight into people who feel very alien to me…
If you think so, do you see this changing anytime soon?
“I’ve seen wind turbines off the Norfolk coast” ain’t exactly “I’ve seen attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.” Or is it?
Links my followers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ saw today…
You can just take it as a given that I’ve imagined the Doctor bursting into my bedroom…
Like Shaun of the Dead, except the wit has been replaced by swearing. Elegant.