With 1000 elephants! (well, not quite)

I have ordered 1000 snowdrops in the green for that awkward strip right at the top of the garden, and a Man For All Seasons is coming round later today to give me a quote on removing the many plants and trees that I've decided need removing.

Suspension of disbelief

I reckon I'm normally pretty good at dangling my disbelief on the most spiderweblike of threads, but tonight's episode of Torchwood broke it.

I kept thinking: "but if he can't inhale or exhale air, how can he talk?" And: "why do his eyes work if he has no sense of touch?". And: "why does the skin not just wear off his feet?". And: if he can't feel anything, why does't he fall over when he tries to run?" and "with no blood circulation, what's the point of warning him not to get bruises? His whole lower body will be a bruise". In fact, basically: why doesn't he GO OFF?

All things that kind of bothered me about some vampire dramas, but there are usually less key to the plot.