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It has taken less time than I had planned for, mainly due to the fact it was a child friendly show so I could watch it at any time, but I have now reached the end of my newest challenge: watching the Blakes 7 series. All 4 series in fact, from 1979 - 1982. 14 episodes in each series, so about 56hrs of Science Fiction from the BBC.  My first impressions are that it was quite incredible. Admittedly the fashions may well have been from the future, but of course the future was seen from being in 1978. I refer you to the below. 70s future clothing is quite like 70s clothes.  As you can see, the effort was made but still not quite futuristic. The other great oddity was so much wanted to be futuristic but in fact there was a hotch potch of Middle Ages too. Future and past  All gauntlets and tunics. Then there was mr 70s funk star.  All fine, all proper and all a tad barmy.  And there is a theme of barminess running through it. A classic English show with that odd English trait running through

This is a grim and unnecessary story full of sadness and pain. Sadness if you love animals, and pain if you are an animal.  Our street, in fact, our entire county is riven with pot holes in the road systems. We are one of the worst counties for this issue. Road investment is one of the lowest in the country among county councils. Nottingham has never seen roads and educations as important investments when compared to civic events and subsidised dinners for councillors at county Hall.  However what they appear to have done is set out for their daily chores without the hedgehog removal tool. As you can see below, this means that they have the physical inability to remove the dead hog from the hole before they applied the tarmac too it! One two levels this is appalling; the first level is you’ve obviously seen it but cannot be bothered to do anything about it; and secondly, you just carried on anyway and filled the whole the best you can. It’s awful so I reported it to the council. Let’s

It had started so well, as a day. A normal day. I had arrived at the gym at 7am and had a good hour building up a sweat. Afterwards a lovely hot shower but very much the icing on the cake. All ready for work. Until, I went to put my trousers on!  The zipper was completely broken! A zipper that can’t be zipped shut becomes an issue. Not as big an issue if you don’t have any pants with you, but I did so that was okay at least!  I had pants. But they were technically my only line of defence. My first thought was Asda, which is just around the corner won’t be open for a good 40minutes, and I couldn’t be bothered to drive to Tesco during rush hour.  The choice became simple. A trip to boots and a box of safety pins seemed the cheapest option!  And so it was throughout the work day the safety pin secured both my trousers and my dignity. Not the ideal start to the day.  Though it didn’t even end on a high note as I ended up cancelling a valid passport to get a new one. But that’s another sad

My son has grown up with darts in some respects. It's mainly been the fault of sky that we have access to loads of Darts tournaments and he has watched them avidly, because, well, I have too. I adore darts. It is unquestionably one of the purest forms of sports. You cannot really cheat! You can't take performance enhancing drugs, because you don't move, you stand. So true athleticism isn't really required and growth hormone or testosterone isn't going to give you the edge either. If you could buy laser eyes then maybe... ...I played in a pub team, the Orchard House for quite a few years before I left Devon, and my game kind of withered as there wasn't the friends or the locations to play in the village I moved to. It was a shame, but I always carried a torch for the darts and one day I knew i'd get a board somehow. Moving to a larger house has helped. My son picking up an interest also as now we could share the board and a pastime we both could enjoy toge