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The End of Time Part II – my jumbled thoughts

The End of Time Part II – my jumbled thoughts

Wow. Just Wow. Definitely a programme for the fans – as, in many ways, it ought to be. Although even for the fans, the writing was marvellous. It fooled me, feigning a left hook then throwing a right punch. And the way that Matt Smith turned out to be a bad dream…

Fortunately, I think there’s just enough information for the non-fans to get it, although perhaps not the vast epic scale of it.

Jumbled spoilery thoughts after the break….

Ten years ago today, I was…

Ten years ago today, I was…

stumbling across Edinburgh’s Hogmanay celebrations with my mates including Sheff01, watching a couple of Turkish guys begging every woman around them for a kiss, and not getting any. Then again, I wasn’t getting any kisses either.

The best moment though, was coming up to the police barriers – due to sheer numbers, you had to have a special ticket to be allowed into the street celebrations – and watching one woman screaming “I’m pregnant! Let me through!”. So eventually the barriers were raised, and a lady with a large stomach was let through. Once she was past the policemen and the barriers, she lifted her shirt to reveal a six-pack of beers – she pulled one out, opened it, and went on her merry way.

At the stroke of midnight, the fireworks were unleashed over Edinburgh Castle – followed by the fine ash/gunpoweder glittering all our faces. Which beats the year after, when I had to duck and cover from hundreds of bottles thrown over Westminster Bridge on December 31, 2000.

Never mind all that, what you really want to know is what Doctor Who and sci-fi writers (including Russell T Davies, Steven Moffatt were doing on Millennium Eve

My thoughts of The End of Time (SPOILERS GALORE)

My thoughts of The End of Time (SPOILERS GALORE)

The last five minutes of The End of Time had me just staring open-mouthed in amazement at the TV, as this … no, THIS … no, no, THIS … became the most amazing cliffhanger of all. Which certainly makes one hell of a change from the usual Christmas episode where I switch off feeling slightly cheap, used, and disappointed.

But anyway, don’t look any further until you’ve watched The End of Time Part One AND the preview clip of Part Two

A small Doctor Who moment to make you go awwwww…..

A small Doctor Who moment to make you go awwwww…..

Picture the scene – you’re Russell T Davies, famed showrunner of Doctor Who and famed atheist. You’re at a Q&A just after showing a preview of the Christmas 2009 episode – your penultimate piece of work on Doctor Who – when a little kid grabs the microphone, in front of lots of journalists, and asks:

Did you meet the Doctor or did you make him up?

Which is pretty much the same as asking whether Father Christmas exists. The moral quandry – do you tell all or nothing?

I’ve seen two accounts of what RTD said next – via SFX and Ian Wylie (spoilers!) – which are both slightly different. But were you there?

and in Who-related news: Doctor Who star goes back to old school to direct nativity play

The Waters of Mars…

The Waters of Mars…

The TARDIS arrives on MarsWell, that was definitely a very scary and chilling episode of Doctor Who meeting 28 Days Later. Either that or I’m just so proud of myself for not gibbering and hiding behind the sofa. My jumbled random thoughts after the jump…

Ripping Planet of the Dead to shreds – for fun

Ripping Planet of the Dead to shreds – for fun

I finally sat down to watch Planet of the Dead last week – and after 9 months of having no new Doctor Who, I was just so glad to see Doctor Who back that there may have been moistness in my eye. Even if it was a very slight story with not much new, and not much froth or fun either.

However, I didn’t get the chance to rip the episode to shreds for fun, so I’m glad that the Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre have done it for me… (spotted via theta_g)

Shame there’s not much happening on British TV on Sunday…

Fandoms combining…

Fandoms combining…

In an era where fanfic writers think nothing of plonking the Red Dwarf crew on the Starship Enterprise, or the cast of Spaced in the TARDIS, it shouldn’t really come as that much of a surprise when professional media creators do the same thing.

Thus today, where we discover that Richard Curtis (famed romantic comedy writer behind Love Actually, Four Weddings, Blackadder and the superb and under-rated The Tall Guy) is writing a script for Doctor Who. This has met with a little consternation.

Of course, their fear comes from the possibility that romance might rear its ugly head in Doctor Who. It should, of course, be pointed out that:
– Richard Curtis, for all his faults, is a master at creating characters you like. Albeit middle-class English ones, of various hues and abilities.
– Pretty much all of Steven Moffat‘s celebrated scripts for Doctor Who have had huge dollops of romance in them. Doctor Who fans and Hugo Award adjudicators have lapped them up in their droves.

The news that the Pet Shop Boys have written a song for Shirley Bassey‘s new album also sent my geek fandom radar into overdrive. The Pet Shop Boys write fantastic songs – but let’s face it, Shirley Bassey‘s got a much more powerful voice that deserves to be used.

I'll tell you what's wrong with this Dalek!

I'll tell you what's wrong with this Dalek!

What's wrong with this Dalek? Yes, in case you haven’t noticed what’s wrong with this Dalek…

(aside from the fact it’s not hovering, bearing its beady blue eye down the photographer and threatening to exterminate…)

The eyestalk and the plunger are in the wrong place.

This particular Dalek cookie jar (one of 3000, I’m told) had a couple of mishaps in the various housemoves over the years between Cardiff, Llandudno, Manchester and London. And it’d sat languishing in a box above my kitchen cupboard, waiting for someone who could master the art of superglue.

Then a family friend came over, and volunteered to fix it. Unfortunately, I didn’t closely supervise the operation.

Even more unfortunately, it then sat on top of my DVD collection, staring at me for about four months. I didn’t dare touch it in case the superglue came off, so I just left it there and never really examined it. Until one day, Miss M and her boyfriend came to visit. Miss M, a fellow Whovian, didn’t spot anything wrong either but Miss M’s boyfriend took one look at it and exclaimed “Why is the eyepiece in the wrong place?”. And until then, the two Whovians in the room had never ever noticed.

I really ought to have my Doctor Who geek card revoked.

Interestingly, I haven’t had comments on this blog for ages. Put up a mangled Dalek picture, I get five comments including two from people who I didn’t even know existed. Which is almost nothing compared to the comments and lively discussion that’s been taking place on Facebook and LiveJournal

What's wrong with this Dalek?

What's wrong with this Dalek?

What's wrong with this Dalek?

Answers in a couple of days … but feel free to guess in the comments below!

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