The Day Nick And I Gave Up And Decided To Just Wear Big Signs Reading "Geek"
Posted 14 June 2009 in Strange Conversations by Catriona
(I think that title might end up being longer than the actual blog post).
SCENE: Inside JB Hi-Fi, just after my impassioned rant about the selfishness of people who leave their adorable West Highland Whites locked up in the car, even on a winter’s day, when the poor thing was clearly highly distressed and barking non-stop, which I won’t repeat here.
NICE, WELL-INFORMED SALESMAN: Can I help you?
ME: Yes, Do you have any 400 to 800 firewire cables?
NICE, WELL-INFORMED SALESMAN: No. We’re getting them in, but we haven’t been stocking them because [brief explanation that showed that he, unlike the stoner we subsequently talked to in Harvey Norman, knew what he was talking about.]
NICK: Oh, dear.
ME: Never mind. Didn’t we see that they’re having a sale on Doctor Who DVDs? Let’s go and look at those!
NICK: Okay!
So, while we might not have a 400 to 800 firewire cable, we do have shiny new copies of “City of Death” (“What a wonderful butler: he’s so violent!”) and the E-space trilogy.
Share your thoughts [3]
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Wendy wrote at Jun 14, 03:23 am
yesterday was the first time i ever got decent service at harvey norman. it was quite a surprise.
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richard wrote at Jun 15, 05:05 am
Ah, City of Death! nostalges
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Catriona wrote at Jun 15, 05:15 am
I adore “City of Death.” I know there’s a great deal of nostalgia around “Shada,” and I am sometimes slightly frustrated by the sheer amount of running around Paris that Romana and the Doctor do in “City of Death”—but I think it’s a wonderful, wonderful story.
I don’t care if “Genesis of the Daleks” does keep winning top slot in the Doctor Who Magazine Best Story Ever polls, I’d vote for “City of Death” every time.
Or maybe “The Talons of Weng Chiang.”
Hmm.