The incumbent thread has reached ten pages, and I'm sure I read somewhere that the standard limit was nine, so oops here we are, the thread's late and so are we.
You were feelin' no pain, eh Suedey? I did a similar thing once. Having been attacked by dogs while courting my imminent girlfriend I got home, sat on my bed and did a backward roll. Not realising I was sitting widthways, of course, I put my bloody head through the heater.
The time I got hit with a brick in the back of the head (see also: rioting, "friendly fire") I didn't feel a thing for several hours, having drunk a 3/4 litre bottle of rum before and after the impact. It was only when I was in hospital and heard the doctor saying "See that white line? That's skull" that it started hurting. A lot.
Hey kids! (Well, in the UK, anyway...) check it out! For a little while (usually a matter of hours, as far as I remember) we're in that weird zone where Barbelith time nearly matches real time!
I'm sorry, that sounded rather too grumpy. I actually like summer, but this whole 'losing an hour' thing makes me finish work late and pisses me off. I'll go back in my hideyhole now and lick my summery wounds.
Could someone please briefly explain to Muggins 'ere exactly why we have British Summer Time in the first place? I know there's some huge geotemporal reason for it but I've forgotten what it is.
Eccleston was a big cheeky monkey of a Doctor. I thought he could have used a scarf maybe, nothing too outlandishly Bakeresque but something nicely understated. Other than that it made me want to set out time to watch it again next week and I can't remember the last time that happened.
