In which I die of amazement or embarrassment and probably both.

[raven]

Doctor Who review coming later. I am too tired to think, or indeed form words. Possibly much, much later considering how much work I haven't done today.

But there was a reason for it. I went to London, on a miserably hot bus that broke down every five minutes - literally; the driver had to come skidding to a halt on the hard shoulder of the M40 every so often, which was not fun in thirty-degree heat - but I got there in the end, and saw my parents, and that was wonderful. I don't miss them a lot when I'm away from home, but I do when I've seen them and gone back to Oxford, as I have today. It was lovely to see them. And oh, my, I'm so much the cliché of the indulged only child. But I like to think I don't act like it, and it was nice to be bought lunch and new iPod headphones and not worry about money for a while. (Not that I have to do that much, but I do regardless; I'm grateful for the fact I'm supported as much as I am, and I'd hate to ask for more.) We had lunch in a nice place off Regent Street, and got served intermittently whilst the waiters screeched at Paraguay. It was good.

After that, we went to the Michaelangelo exhibition at the British Museum, and I loved it. But as I said before, I'm too tired to write about it. It was just a lovely day of sunshine and nice things. My mum likes my hair. I find this entirely amazing. But she does!

I got back into Oxford at five to seven, ran from the High Street to Wadham in about seven-and-a-half minutes in time for The Satan Pit, and then wandered back to college to sit on the quad right until it got dark (about eleven) listening to the music emanating from the concert in hall and bemoaning all the work I hadn't done. We need lanterns on the quad, I've decided. That way we really can sit there all night.

But. But none of any of this was the reason I made this entry, as one might have noticed that so far it has not contained a Doctor Who review or an account of the Michaelangelo exhibition. No, the point of this entry is much more bizarre than that. I don't know if anyone reading this has this week's Now magazine - for non-Brits, it's a trashy celebrity gossip magazine, complete fluff. Anyway, there is an article in it about Victoria Beckham, who's talking in somewhat vapid fashion about how she wants a baby girl to follow her three boys, and is willing to go to extreme lengths to make sure it's a girl. Anyway, she's seeking professional advice.

So the magazine, being the public-spirited people they are, have decided to seek said professional advice for her. They've rung up Dr. Something Or Other and got him to give the relevant details about how to conceive a girl, and have published the information in this week's magazine.

But the crucial part? Dr. Something Or Other is MY FATHER. Pedar is in this week's Now magazine. I don't know whether to die of amazement or embarrassment. Ohgod.

Comments

[rosariotijeras.livejournal.com]

Oh, I am going to have to obtain a copy this magazine, some where, some how. That's really amazing.

The series finale of Doctor Who aired in the States on Friday and it's very hard to write about. Because honestly? I cried a lot. And Jack kissed the Doctor and Rose actually had, you know, something important to do, which was just fantastic. I loved how they took a whole series worth of unconnected stuff and connected it, without flubbing it up.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Heee! I find it pretty amazing, too! (The ironic thing is, my dad is a highly educated, literate man who loves film noir and Renaissance art - but he does have a secret passion for trashy magazines. This represents so much ammunition for me!)

Ah, you've seen it! I have to say, I'm not so fond of the end of PotW - but the kisses, the yellow truck, the final battle scenes, they're all so good. It's a wonderful episode.

[pinkfinity.livejournal.com]

Hee, your dad's famous!

You know, I concieved a girl by wearing pink every day for a year.

Sorta.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

He really is. I am ashamed. *g*

Heee! That's one way of doing it!

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

Embarrassment. You don't get this with psychiatric nurse parents. I am, however, buying the magazine anyway. Heh.

(In other news, I am still Thinking about The Satan Pit, but mostly I'm still in horror; I just watched The Curse of Fenric and have properly decided that I don't like Seven. I just needed to pass this on to someone, because, well, that's meant to be the best one? How?! Forget dodgy moral issues in TSP, Fenric takes the biscuit...)

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

I just went out and actively bought that magazine and sat in Subway looking for the bit with your Dad. It is possibly the most surreal thing I have EVER SEEN. EVER.

(Although I am reassured to see that Jade Goody never loved Jeff Brazier and something about Big Brother...)

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

I KNOW! I keep re-reading it and going "...huh?" I mean, you've met my dad! There's no one on the planet less likely to be in Now magazine!

(Re: TSP - I am still very, very undecided. I'm waiting for it to appear on YouTube so I can rewatch with my reviewer hat on.)

[apestaartje.livejournal.com]

We need lanterns on the quad, I've decided. That way we really can sit there all night.
We don't have a quad, at least I don't think we do since I'm not sure what exactly a quad is. Anyway, we have this garden type thing with picnic benches and we sit outside all night. There's no light.

Did that Doctor Who stickerbook thing ever arrive? Just wondering if the Post is crappy or not.

I used to be a big fan of Now magazine.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

A quad is a quadrangle (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quadrangle) - a (mostly) square courtyard with grass and flowers and surrounded by the buildings of the college. Most Oxford colleges have them.

It didn't, no! At least, it may be stuck in the university internal mail, but it hasn't reached me yet. We can only hope.

I can't talk. I bought the thing just for the bit about Pedar, but have ended up reading the whole thing anyway!

[casirafics.livejournal.com]

hah -- that's hilarious.

And I hope you realize that I'm going to be referring to you for the rest of your life as Miss Something Or Other... ;)

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*dies of embarrassment* Go ahead and call me Miss Something Or Other. It will help me maintain my anonymity and thus hide from the crushing embarrassment...

[the-acrobat.livejournal.com]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA awesome.
I love celebrity gossip magazines. One of my fantasies is to work for one for a time. Being quoted in one would be the next best thing. :D

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Heee! Quoted about gynaecology? *dies*

[elyim.livejournal.com]

Hahahahahahaha!

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*is ded*

[le-parapluie.livejournal.com]

So, for a short time your father is something of a gossip mag celebrity. See what happens when you have a career? Let this be a reminder to him. Don't be ambitious, for sooner or later you'll have a glossy photo next to Jude Law and Sienna Miller.

tee hee.

At least you found out from him, rather than say...an avid Now reader who felt it urgent to point out that your dad was featured in the latest issue. Now that would be bizarre. ;)

(Sorry about your bus thing, by the way. I'll be taking several across the country this summer, and I'm sure there will be stories to tell...)

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

HEEE. I wonder, when he embarked on a medical career all those years ago, if this is where he saw himself ending up. Somehow I doubt it.

OHGOD. Can you imagine, someone coming up to me and telling me my dad's in magazine? It would have been too weird for words!

(Good luck with it! Oxford to London is a very short journey, but it was miserable. You have my commiserations!)