Let me state that on Monday, the 23rd of June at about 12:00 London time Peter Capaldi stepped out of the National Museum of Wales in Cardiff where he and the BBC were filming an upcoming episode of Doctor Who 12 to shake my hand as I was among a small group of fans, including one that I escorted there he had been informed were waiting on the steps of the museum, hoping to see him there. This was an act of gracious hospitality and kindness on his part for which I will be forever grateful, since for me to get my escort there required the expenditure by me of over a thousand pounds, including 900 dollars to reschedule a flight, paying for an extra night at the hotel, plus the hotel I had to miss, meals and extra transportation costs etcetera. The new Doctor Who episodes will air I believe, some time in August in the US and should include shots of Who and the Tardis inside that Museum, I should suspect since I saw it, the Tardis, being carried out to one of the many BBC lories parked outside the front steps. A tip for potential travelers there. The Museum is closed to the public on Mondays and that is why they were filming there on that day.
Another interesting factoid I learned while there, I have, you see, this mind filled with burning questions, is that the reason so many British trucks or semi-articulated lorries, as they call them, have some of their wheels off the ground and in the air is because of weight laws per wheel on certain highways. Apparently on some roads they lower them to reduce the weight per wheel into a legal range.
Had I four legs I dare say I might not have gotten so many blisters. Yes, there was the tragic case of life in Italy where I landed in my dress shoes, United having sent the rest of my luggage apparently on a 5 day journey to outer space. But do not blame United for that. I tried that and they blamed Air Italia. Fortunately, but only for me, my vast experience with Conservative brain defects has inured me to such deflections.
I was able, however, after a tour of every lost luggage housing sight in Naples, and let me tell you that my blisters counted many, I was successful in convincing them the luggage that they held at the final location was actually mine and didn't belong to LunarRay. I am told he doesn't wear shoes but only yachts and that I would have been at sea in such enormous understanding.