• And so another great series goes down the pan, fallen prey to the notion that we want more and more gory detail and breath-panting horror.

    DS Boyd, the leader of the cold case unit, is border line psychopath himself. I know the saying is that you set a thief to catch a thief, but this is a bit beyond belief. He would have been demoted to parking crimes a long time ago in real life, just for the way he treats his staff, who are ridiculously loyal to him.

    Last night, they left the criminals to meet out justice on their behalf. It was a sorry mishmash of a story that relied on unbelievable changes in character from all the team. Tara Fitzgerald, the ice queen pathologist, now turns out to have another life in which she goes to “private clubs” to pick up passing illegal immigrants. Where did that come from? Up until now she’s worked 24 hours a day in the CCU crypt. Who in real life has all the skills to singlehandedly do the autopsies, test everything that is testable, measure up crime scenes and remodel them on the computer, she does her own DNA testing and the units scene of crime work. No one can do that much on an 8 hour shift. besides which she must have the most well funded lab in the country. It is so uneconomical to have all those machines standing by just in case she needs them in the next episode. Lets not mention the acting – she so overdoes the mad scientist bit that it becomes obvious she only got the job because she can act without emotion.

    I’m sure that police get involved with their cases, but does every episode have to link the case to a member of the team and put them in peril? It’s such an over worn plot now.

    Maybe the real science is now too humdrum. A DNA match is made and an old crime is solved – no hiding place – no drama.

    I’m bored of Boyd – I want to give Eve the heave – dispence with Spence and send Grace back to base. I no longer feel I need to watch this one.

  • The cows eye up the greened dung planet through their telescope
    The cows eye up the greened dung planet through their telescope
    Yesterday, we created two new and bizarre stories about space. In the morning, we began with the cheese planet that was eaten by mice. The mice droppings created a planet of their own which was colonised by intergalactic dung beetles. They turned the planet into a fertile compost heap upon which rich green grass grew. The cows from the Cow planet (where do you think the cheese planet came from?) decided the grass was much greener on this planet and so moved.

    The cows then began a new cheese planet and the circle of life was contained, except that some children wanted the cows to attack the beetles with milk guns!

    We cut the cheese and mice out of the story and left the cows on a frozen planet at the edge of the solar system. Never mind, they found a new calling as purveyors of ice cream to the Universe!

    The Mystical Hands of Space
    The Mystical Hands of Space

    In the afternoon, we needed a Universal being to squeze all the flavours from the old, spongey stars. We chose The Mystical Hands of Space! The Hands made jelly planets which were eaten by Mista Blobba.

    The last two flavours he ate were frog’s legs and light. He had eaten so much that he exploded into a billion little jelly blobs each with a seed of light inside. This was Starspawn. the lighst grew in the jelly and became the stars we know and love today!

    You learn something new…

  • I’m in Gateshead at the moment, at the Gateshead ICT Centre and the theme is Space. Yesterday St Ausutine’s Primary helped me come up with a most bizarre story about an Egg shaped planet populated by Chickens and Scaredy Cats. The photos are the first draft that we came up with.

    The poor frightened creatures are controlled by Big Bad Buck, who spends most of his time creating master plans. When the comet of love flies over the planet he has to leave and go to planet World War II and begin a whole new master plan!