Accentuate the positive...

Isn't the internet a fascinating construction of modern time? Just when your addled brain think it can't remember the theme tune to some bizarre 1970's cartoon you used to watch, a quick search on one of the many search engines will allow you to transport yourself back in time to the halcyon days of youth. And sweets. And "pizza pies" (I cringe when I recall my mother presenting the family with the congealed circular, flat object from the oven and proudly announcing the arrival of the pizza pie. "Topping? What topping?!! That's how the Italians eat them, you know. Now get eating!". Ah, happy days).

Anyway, where was I? Ahh, yes. Going back in time. This evening I have discovered bizarre clips form Star Trek, old Bing Crosby Christmas songs and the wonderful Peter Sellers singing 'A Hard Day's Night' in the style of Richard III / Laurance Olivier. Oh yes, and 'Zip a de doo dah'. I shall retire to bed a happy man.

The children, principally Matthew, adores it. So far the tutelage of my eldest son has gone according to plan. As an aficionado of Doctor Who (I know, sorry, I did undergo medical intervention but it didn't work) I have successfully engendered a knowledge of the series from 1963 to the present day into my small person's brain with surprising efficiency and speed.

How surreal that he can now correct his father, mother and, indeed, anyone else who would care to be told when they get the name or number of whichever incarnation of the Doctor is currently on screen. His fascination with the series is almost obsessive and, frankly, goes way beyond my intended teachings. I've created a monster...What have I done. One day he will be the third Doctoer, all white hair and driving an imaginary yellow roadster (this role now latterly appointed to Gran who does, allegedly, have hair like the third doctor, according to Matthew) the next, he is the fifth doctor. He has his own walking stick (at his request, I kid you not) so he can be the first doctor and also an umbrella to be the seventh... The other boys and girls in the nursery are most confused, especially when the wendy house is commandeered as his Tardis.

Well, they may be confused now but imagine how impressed they'll be this next year when the new series of Doctor Who is showing and Matthew will be able to point out that he is the ninth doctor and...blah..blah...blah... You get the picture. Oh how proud am I.

One of my oldest friends (in all ways, hehe) has kindly sent me information on how to get my own web address. I'm going to investigate how I might move this blog to a more appropriate web site. I'm truly grateful to him; it means that there's even more to this blogging thing to consider.... Hmm, I've just noticed that the use of the word "blogging" in the last sentence sounded like a pseudo-swear word. Interesting. Very blogging interesting.

And so to bed. Don't mess with Mr In-between.