Beaulieu's Moulinology LJ

I don't know how you're all getting along in the festive prezzie-purchasing game (personally I'm the retail equivalent of Queens Park Rangers), but I saw a man on the tube today who was clearly victorious at Christmas shopping because he had bought one of these:




Yes, it's a cardboard plane for cats. It comes as a flatpack, so I'm presuming the cat isn't included, but it's almost worth getting one specially, just to see the look on its face when you plonk it in the cockpit. Of course, even better would be a human-sized one to play in (and a hangar to keep it in) but is anyone likely to buy me those things? No, they are not. Boo.

However, if you're wealthy and whimsical and on the lookout for eyecatching items that will fit into your living room, you might like to consider one of these unusual bookcases. They're not massively practical, but they are pretty cool. And I'm sure they could also be used for cat storage if you run out of hangar space...

The penultimate Merlin episode of the season, everybody. I apologize for the lack of gratuitous screencaps, since iPlayer is refusing to work for me tonight, but since Arthur kept his shirt on this week, you're not missing too much.

( Some thoughts on The Fires of Idirsholas... )

While perusing the seasonal TV listings, I've noticed that this year's Yule viewing has a flavour that can only be described as Tennanty and just a little bit Davidish. As well as the two-part finale to his Whovian career, a certain wiry Scottish actor will be popping up as Hamlet, hosting Never Mind the Buzzcocks, appearing on QI and the Catherine Tate Christmas special, reading bedtime stories on CBeebies, AND appearing in the BBC's Christmas idents.

Yes, I know what you're thinking. Is that it? Couldn't his agent have tried a teensy bit harder to find him some work?

Surely, with just a little lateral thinking, EVERY show over the festive period could have featured David Tennant in some shape or form? And oddly enough, when I sent out my tinsel-fuelled nanorobots to raid the dustbins of Television Centre, I retrieved the following classified data that reveals exactly what we COULD have watched, if only the BBC schedulers were even less imaginative than they clearly are.

( All Tennant, all the time: that DT-TV secret schedule in full... )

Hmm. Perhaps, as with many tasty Christmas treats, there is a risk of overload. Consume with caution, viewers.

You're probably expecting some sort of review of this week's Merlin at this point. And since I am nothing if not predictable, here is one.

( Some thoughts on The Witch's Quickening... )