I plunked my ancient Pound Shop plastic wreath on the front door, and that'll be that, as far as Christmas cheer goes. Mumble.
The sodding lift has conked out yet AGAIN. They 'fixed' it the other day, but probably no hope now, until Monday, at least.
I've been listening to an adaptation of DARK MATTER on R4, which is nicely creepy, with a bit of THE TERROR's chilly Arctic woowoo.
Talking Pictures is showing NIGHT OF THE EAGLE/BURN, WITCH, BURN which I haven't seen since I was a kid. The bit at the end with the giant bird chasing a gurning Peter Wyndgarde around the house, is actually mildly scary.
The Last two episodes of NAME OF THE ROSE wern't bad. Shame it was so tediously adapted. It was overlong, anyway, without the subplot involving the heretic's daughter, which I'm pretty sure wasn't in the book at all.
The dental thing wasn't TOO bad. The crown that fell out was over a root canal, so he just plopped some paste on to cover it. It's not that visible.