Modern Life Is Rubbish

MODERN LIFE IS RUBBISH

Just found out that Sainsbury Entertainment site is going to go On Demand - meaning streaming! DVDs are not going to be sold EXCEPT in store so that means NO MORE CLASSIC DOCTOR WHO DVDS at an affordable price - the only internet stores from March 3rd will be Amazon - (over priced and no longer part of the Nectar scheme) and BBC SHOP which DOESN'T have them all! WHAT IS WRONG WITH CHOICE? I do not stream films or television - I hate watching things on my laptop - Music, I don't mind BUT FILMS/DVDS I prefer to own in a physical copy and watch it through a DVD player hooked to my television ... call me old fashioned but I do not agree with this and I wasn't asked as a customer what my preferences were going to be. In fact I rather think this is more to do with the fact that SAINSBURY'S CAN'T BE BOTHERED to send things out anymore rather than thinking about WHAT THE CUSTOMER actually wants!

What really angers me about this is they did not do a survey - one that asked how you, the individual, prefers to order and watch Television Shows and Films. I remember a time when the customer was first to be thought of, not profits, and ease for the company and business.

As I said, the only place now for me to obtain classic Doctor Who DVD's from the Fourth of March is Amazon and the BBC Shop - both charge more than Sainsburys do and, for someone who still has over half of the classics to collect, it's going to be harder for me to get all these adventures. Dreading starting on Tom Baker's era as it is - this news has not made me happy!

Sorry for this but I needed to vent the moment I read what ON DEMAND meant - I don't care if they still sell them in store - the things I AM INTO are not SOLD INSTORE I rely on the INTERNET to buy things A LOT.

All I can see is that HMV will not be in hurry to close their stores any time soon - and, luckily, three near me have escaped the closures!

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It is a good place to say this disclaimer: I do not own the world of the Doctor, the TARDIS, The Master or most of the characters in this story - this is FANFICTION, and do not earn a single penny writing this - not like the lucky people who get to write for Big Finish ... 

I dedicate this series to Anthony Ainley, who was the main inspiration behind this story: Without his terrifying portrayal in Survival, my life would have taken quite a different turn.  Thank you, Anthony, you most certainly were the Master and I have obeyed you!

Chronicles of a Lost Timelord 

When Ace get's whisked away by a grieving 11TH Doctor to the land of Biblogia the Doctor wants to just have fun, like he used to, without any romantic entanglements: Biblogia is run by a Professor who turns out to be the Master that he fought with during 4 of his regenerations.  This professor has secretly cloned Nyssa: Companion to the Fourth and Fifth incarnation and daughter of the man the Master stole.  Ending up with no where to go, Ace adopts the girl and gives her the name NANCY, who meets a certain adopted son of Sarah-Jane Smith - another run in with the Master, the Seventh Doctor evicts him in a fight, from his TARDIS - where he lands in 17th Century England - at the time of the Restoration of the Monarchy - another enemy of the Doctor's tricks the Master - and, during this adventure, he realises that he does actually care for the cloned girl as her own individual and in a tale involving all the Doctors and many of their assistants the true nature between the Doctor and The RANIs relationship comes to light.  During the fight the Master seems to die - 6 months after Dorothy is mourning the Timelord she has actually come to have feelings for.  Kidnapped to a strange Planet, Dorothy finds out something about her past that she had forgotten - she decides to go on with a Revenent Master - where she finds out her truth - her story culminates on Earth - Where Nyssa witnesses things she would not have believed possible... Just Who is Dorothy really ... well, click on the link above and find out in ... THE CHRONICLES OF THE LOST TIMELORD!

And So The Story Goes On ...

AND SO THE STORY GOES ON ...

The last post was written a few years ago, therefore, there are more developments.  During that period of time I was in the midst of moving from my beloved and still much longed for, Forest of Dean, to a house in the Brecon Beacons.  Not my favourite area of the world, I came here for a week on a school trip where I once had a sanitary towel stuck on my head because I wanted to go to sleep at the then normal time, for me, half-ten and not stay up till midnight telling silly stories.  Also, there was a particularly annoying song out at that time and that was the ONE SONG everyone wanted to listen to.  It took me years not to look at the hills without hearing that song!

I say then, because I was Fourteen years old and quite a loner,  http://jigginabout.wordpress.com/poetry as this poem can attest too, not exactly little Miss Popular ... more the one to slip into the school library to read a book, it was during one of these dark times that I found a copy of The Ultimate Foe in Novel Form and read it hungrily, I tried to find it again and it had mysteriously disappeared ... I assert that the Doctor is real and Sixie did his best to help me through a tough time by showing a similar time that he was being picked on by his own people.  (How else can you explain it? :) I mean ... come on ...) 

Anyway, above is just a digression to what I was actually wanting to say.  

More has happened since we moved.  

My brother grew up and got married.

My loyal pets Spicy and Monty died 

We added three new cats to our household 

Plus a new little dog as shown in this picture here. All four are wonderful, funny, and sweet in their own sweet way but the tabby cat is mine, despite many protestations otherwise :)

My sister had a son ... 

So, as you can imagine, many changes to my life which, at times, have been stressful.  

When we first moved here I had severe Agoraphobia, I could not step out in my own Back Garden ... I used to sit in the conservatory as the rest of my family sat out in the garden ... particularly hard during the summer months, when the Sun is out.  

How did I get over this? I hear you not asking ... 

It was not easy ... 

You see, I have a sister that has 'special needs' as the term is now ... She is severely Autistic, and, therefore, vulnerable.  Though she has a flat and manages a life of independance, there are times when she is completely alone ... during one of those times, she was conned and burgled.  This made my blood BOIL ... COMPLETELY BOIL!! I was literally SO ANGRY that, when on my own, I looked at my back garden, and it wasn't so scary.  My sister's victimisation spurred me on, and I took a step outside ... on the patio ... then another step to the grass - by now I was fully outside - for the first time in a year!

This was a very shaky experience for me as you can imagine.  

Now, of course, my agoraphobia is not so bad though I shall never be able to go anywhere without a family member to support me, and now I am in so much pain I need to walk on crutches - and I really hate it because, when I lived in the Forest of Dean I used to take my lovely Monty out in the woods, and explore between the bracken, the moss covered trunks, tripping over protruding roots in rain or shine.  Not caring if I was miles from the nearest human being.  I used that time to dream, at the time, my dreams were Harry Potter based.  The Forest of Dean was such a wonderful place to think of myth and magic.  I long to walk beside Cannop Ponds and seek the treasure of Clearwell Caves and work out the tricksy Puzzle Wood sometimes all on my own.

Now my tastes veer more towards Doctor Who (though there are many connections to both that I have only just  found out! Some of them very surprising!)  And I would love to meet the likes of Tegan Jovanka, 

and Nyssa of Traken 

Otherwise known as Sarah Sutton, (Nyssa), and Janet Fielding (Tegan!)

Of course, it would also be nice to be able to meet Peter Davison AND REMEMBER it this time ... I was 3 last time ... that was also due to my 'special need's' sister being in a school that was run by one of Peter's friends ... 

So you see, I try ... but trying, is very trying ... and so the story goes on

Life eh x