As for pacing ourselves…

I suppose it wasn’t bad that we lasted nine days? Good Omens was great enough that there was a limit to how long we could string it out. (I suppose we could always watch again.)

Good Omens

But as a friend said on social media, she hadn’t really seen much chat about Good Omens. Not like there always is for certain other television shows or new films. Whereas she started a bit of a discussion with that, it was still tame, and a few people didn’t know it was on, or what it was on. (That seemed to go for the religious people of America, as well, as they wanted Netflix to ban it…) And someone doesn’t like Terry Pratchett or Neil Gaiman.

We do, though, and we enjoyed all of it. I especially felt that Martin Sheen was Aziraphale. Whereas David Tennant as Crowley was mostly the Doctor, but that’s fine. There wasn’t really anyone I objected to, and you know how unusual that is. As for Dog, he was a lovely hell hound. Or was it the other way round?

The question is, watch again, or read again? I mean, in which order? Come to think of it, Son has the book. I might have to get my own copy, not in the slightest signed by either Terry or Neil.

It felt like a long wait, but now that it’s here I marvel at how they did it so fast. I think Neil hadn’t written the script when the news was made public at Terry’s memorial service. I hope Terry is satisfied with it. With an Aziraphale like that, and Dog, he surely must be?

Good Omens

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A good omen

Good Omens

It’s a good start. We watched two episodes of Good Omens on the first day, and we like it. One shouldn’t be greedy and watch it all, but this was a cheering thing.

I’d not been able to think ahead, as to whether Michael Sheen and David Tennant would be right for the roles. They are, though. I remember only enough of the details of the book to know that this is good and fun, and not so much that any dreadful discrepancies are able to howl at me.

But then, do you get those when the script has been written by [one of] the authors?

Now, how to pace ourselves a little..?

Oh, Bull!

How could they? I was all poised to say how much better an ending to the current season Bull could offer, when it turned out they couldn’t.

Well.

Dead child as the problem of the week, followed by more baby trouble in the office.

While it was fun to see little Benny attack his much larger boss, and while his reasons are admirable, this is not realistic. The same goes for Marissa’s baby plans. Much as I dislike her husband, this was not the way to deal with their baby dreams.

As for Bull and his lady friends, I prefer Diana to the ex-wife. I know they look identical, but everyone needs to grow up. Here’s to hoping the scriptwriters can deal with the cliffhanger nice and quick when September comes. Especially if you consider the child issues and the NCIS finale as well.

No more Big Bang ever?

Apart from the Nobel prize discrepancies, the final Big Bang Theory was well executed. In fact, while episodes 23 and 24 were fun and it was good to see ‘everything’ sorted out after twelve years, it was episode 22 I particularly liked.

There was such a lot of good writing, with excellent humour. I mean, even for a comedy. While I’m sure most shows can be revived, even against their wishes, it seems as if the Big Bang writers tried to tie up as many threads as possible, making a return not at all necessary.

If Sheldon has had enough, there can be no more BBT. He might be obnoxious, but he is necessary. I’m glad they stopped now, before I convinced myself that I am Sheldon.

And oh, that lift! It’s the little things that make life – or shows – great.

Besides, change is such a dreadful thing. It comes as a shock, and you have to put up with, well, new things.

NCIS – Daughters

Seeing old friends again is generally nice. So, OK, I will admit to some pleasure in meeting up with old characters in the 16th season finale of NCIS.

And isn’t it nice how it doesn’t matter if they have been killed off or not? They can still come back, as long as Gibbs, and now Fornell, can talk to the dead. So practical, as the writers are able to kill, certain their characters can return at some point, should they be needed.

Gibbs had a haircut. I’d like to think someone finally noticed my comments on his Hollywood hair. Could it even be the actor acts better with a more Navy hairstyle? He almost looked like the old Gibbs.

I think Fornell should have more hair, so you can see I’m hard to please. And it’s great that Emily Fornell continues being the same actress. Less sure about Sloane’s daughter issues. They feel laboured.

There were several whiffs of the old NCIS in this last one, before the summer break. Not as good, but you could tell they were trying, even if that meant reviving characters who’d be better dead. Even if we love them, because the entanglement of people rising from the dead is not worth all the confusion.

As for the cliffhanger.., well. Is it? I’m thinking they just put it there and they believe they have four months to come up with a way to make it work, or it will be Bobby and Dallas all over.

Tea out

I’m hard to please. Let’s just get that out in the open. But I’m also quite happy with the simple things in life. Like that hot milk I’m going to tell you about. It was better than the ‘fancy’ afternoon tea in the Glasgow hotel I went to last week.

And I don’t object to overbaked ‘kladdkaka’ as long as the people selling it calls it chocolate cake, which is what it is. For it to be ‘kladd’ anything, you will have had nerves of steel and removed the cake from the oven when it still looks like dark brown soup. I’m afraid I recently wrote to the very attractive Oxford restaurant where we had a really enjoyable Easter lunch and shared my tip of sitting in front of the oven as the cake cooks. That way you are less likely to end up with the oxymoron that is dry kladdkaka.

I’ve not heard back!

The very same day, I had been treated to an unexpected elevenses in a Danish style café – Ole & Steen – also in Oxford. Not being very hungry – which is so not like me – I chose a plain (hah) kransekage. It was small, but larger than the ones I’m used to. It was divine! I am plotting ways to return and have another one. I mean, what’s seven hours on the train if you can eat such perfection?

Unlike the afternoon tea at the hotel in central Glasgow, that I will leave nameless. I liked the hotel and where it was. I enjoyed my long chat with Pippi who was over in Scotland again. The tea was cheap, at around £12. But oh, what dreadful sandwiches! Nice enough scone, but not the jam. The little cakes tasted better than they looked, but then I had low expectations. The tea was on the strong and cold side.

Having said all this, I would go back. It was a convenient and nice place to meet.

In Berlin last month Daughter and I struggled to find suitable words – in German – to get across our wish for black tea, that we wished to un-black with milk. Cold milk, please. The first afternoon brought green tea with no milk until Daughter popped back inside and asked. She returned to our pavement table bearing a jug of beautifully warmed milk! After pondering the possibilities, I poured some hot milk into my green tea. It was seriously weird, but almost OK when taken with cake.

And it had us in paroxysms of laughter when we thought about it afterwards.

By now you will have worked out I am a nightmare guest for tea, so I give you the new café in Stirling’s King Street; Loving Food. Had a gorgeous scone there the other day. One of the best I’ve had.

I also reckon it will be easier for me to go to again, unlike Ole & Steen…

Washing and watching

Understandably Daughter and I don’t talk NCIS as much as we did. What with it having been something of a wash-out and that. She watches it sooner than I do, though. ‘I do the washing up and watch at the same time,’ she explained.

Now me, I can’t do that, however bad. It’s strictly one thing at a time. So for weeks on end this spring NCIS was kept in recorded format. Kept. Not watched. Until we suddenly did, as I felt some catching up might be warranted. The Resident IT Consultant didn’t mind as much as I’d thought he would, and when we’d caught up the other day, he expressed an interest in watching some more. I told him there was no more.

We watched Big Bang Theory instead.

But it gives me a little hope that the last two episodes won’t be washing-up material. The last couple were just about enjoyable, meaning that both the writing and the directing were OK-ish. Even the acting. And now everyone knows Gibbs’s dark secret.

Will that bother them? Or is there to be no cliffhanger this May? Can they fashion one out of nothing, or will they dig up some old stuff? I mean, one can actually go off for the summer break with not a single cliff in sight.

Because there is a season 17 coming… While Gibbs will be a mere 61, Mark Harmon is going to reach 68, and he ought to be retired. As an agent, if not an actor.