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On Bromborough station and waiting to catch the morning train; and its windy, the trees opposite sway and bow; and its sunny.

It is, I feel a remnant of the high winds of the previous night; which was clear, stars showing, with a few fast moving, powerful looking clouds.

All a portent, I might suggest of this weeks Full Moon.

I’ve recently seen ‘Sin City,’ which was what I’d wanted.

Then I saw ‘Batman Begins, which was what a fan of The Batman might want to see. And then, then lat last week I was fortunate enough to see ‘War Of The Worlds’ which I’d enjoyed.

I’d not expected to like it. But, I had.

Then last night I’d watched the last two episodes of Christopher Eccleston’s run as Dr Who; and the story arc of Bad Wolf drawing to its inexorable conclusion.

As a Dr Who fan of many years, I loved it, every much as ‘War Of The Worlds.’

I’d been gripped, as so little on t.v. does for me now.



And, I’d even loved the love interest between Dr Who and a fan.

I don’t know

what to do,

about the

Man … with

his finger, on

the button.

And…

it scares me.

Commuting Obs.



“With dark hair and curious eyes - she was the sort of girl who would find fascination in the small yellow price tag, which she had just removed from her bottle of mineral water…” he thought, as his gaze swept the carriage.