it's bigger on the inside

Thinking way back in my childhood I can remember my older brother lying under the dining room table ignoring the scratchy texture of the jute rug, to watch Dr. Who on our old B&W TV. I didn't watch. Maybe I was too young to understand it, or maybe it was too odd and too foreign, but he was a fan, even way back when.

So when I saw this pattern for Tardis socks, I thought perfect and hilarious; perfectly hilarious even. While he shakes his head and ponders the unbelievable fact that I have never watched this show, Gavin remarks that the blue yarn should be a bluer, more saturated colour. From what I've seen online he's right, but I chose this more muted blue because it shows the black and white details more clearly. On a darker navy blue yarn the black all but disappeared.

Truthfully, Gavin's really not all that surprised to learn that I've never seen a Dr. Who episode; apparently there are huge gaps in my film and TV viewing that need to be addressed. We've watched Young Frankenstein which was a must after I stared blankly at his impression of Inspector Kemp and his mechanical arm. Blazing Saddles was rented when I failed to recognize any of the memorable scenes or quotes from that classic. And then when I admitted I'd never watched a Clint Eastwood movie, didn't know who Lee Marvin was, or ever watched Cat Ballou ... uh oh. We did watch the American version of The Girl with a Dragon Tattoo on the weekend and concluded that, other than the soundtrack, the original Swedish movies were better in every respect. Sorry Daniel Craig, even you couldn't save that movie.