Doctor Who Ramble

Doctor Who is back and the first episode already had me in tears. The thing is i'm not even joking...i had tears in my eyes...but i will get to that later on in the post.

So, PCaps,The new doctor, number 12! Well if you don't include the war doctor. Personally i loved the new take on the doctor. His construction of the new incarnation of the doctors character is so different from the others. From the word 'Shush' as he exited the TARDIS for the first time it was clear, he was going to be good. He brought a whole new light to the Doctor. Something so wacky and undescribeable yet shows that he has been through alot. He also included hidden aspects of other doctors in his personality. Which personally i adore.

Also did anyone else notice that the program seemed to go on for much longer than previously. The story line has a much better progress line. The filming is alot more updated. At first i disliked the new filming but it does give the program a little extra.

So why was i crying? Matt Smith, we finally got to say a proper goodbye to our raggedy man. He appeared and i proped up, eyes locked to the screen and tears forming in my eyes. We knew this was it, the goodbye. Not the achoo sneeze regeneration we origionally had. Although his speech in the was fabulous!.

So thats my thoughts on the new Doctor Who...I cannot wait till next week, bring it on.

Prisoner Of War

Today at my grandparents an old prisoner of war log book was found belonging to my grandads sisters hudband dating back to 1944. It was truely amazing to look at. One section however blew my mind completely. A poem. And this is what it read:

Tonight it seems I cannot find, tranquility, or peace of mind.
However much I concentrate, for mundane things of present state.
My thoughts are wayward, flitting wide, to haunts upon the other side. Where once I lived so gay and free, there waits the girl who is for me. T'is but a phase, a pensive mood, caused by enforced solitude.
A dream I cannot always keep, but there is time enough, for sleep.
T'is no thought of moody madness, but my hope of future gladness.
Her words live in my memory yet, as through the years I'll n'er forget. She's ok! So dear to me, and wonders now just where I be.
She has a heart so sweet and true, and waits or prays with thoughts anew.
Oh! Why must I a prisoner be, her lovely face each hour I see.
That loving mile will surely hail, a future, like a fairy tale.
So clear I see her that I know, within the firelights gentle glow.
A whispered prayer that is for me; oh! Why must I, a prisoner be.
No single day is here complete, my love is as my heart does beat.
But patience dear, we both must bide, until the day I sail with the tide. Through the tempest of there years, thro' the trial and the tears.
I shall return to you once more, my Dream Girl and my England's shore. That island far across the sea, in thoughts of you, it's dear to me. Today I dream so far away, till on, Return-Our Happiest Day.


P.O.W.
31/7/44.
STALACE 357. (THORN).
Poland