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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…

How Derren Brown predicted the National Lottery numbers…

How Derren Brown predicted the National Lottery numbers…

Like seemingly half the country last night, I was quite amazed when master illusionist Derren Brown managed to predict the National Lottery numbers live, and was wondering how he did that.

Thanks to Diobach and Jonathan Creek (a BBC TV show about a magician solving crimes), I think I have part of the answer.

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

Watching Chinese TV

Watching Chinese TV

A while ago, I stayed with my mum for the weekend, keeping her company while she watches some Chinese-language television live via satellite. And bloody hell it’s depressing. Even if I can’t understand a word of it. We have:

  • A husband (who, after a stroke, is rendered dumb is immobile) is seen trying to commit suicide before his wife manages to wrestle the pills out of his mouth.
  • Next scene is of said wife walking in a hospital garden with said husband in a wheelchair. Wife collapses for some reason, and the husband is unable to help her or call for help. So she dies.
  • Next scene is in the hospital room, where the two sons of the husband come in, and taunt him, having switched his pills so he’ll slowly die, then they can steal his money. When the daughter comes in, they immediately switch to sobbing and grieving.
  • Later on, having had a nightmare, he wheels himself down to the mortuary and gazes over his wife’s dead body. Credits roll.

If I could actually understand this in full, I’d be slashing my wrists by now. Or demanding that the writer and co-producer be hanged for their crimes …

Another moment from another Chinese daytime drama involved a boy and girl in ferocious argument against their desperate mum in the middle of ye olde China. The mother storms out of the cafe with very sad music, all eyes on the now sobbing girl, before the mother eventually, reluctantly, comes back to the cafe. Of course she’s punished for leaving them in the first place when said girl starts developing a fever.

Fortunately, Saturday evening entertainment came in the shape of Mr Hong Kong 2009, where ten Chinese boyband members – all with black spiky hair, cheesy grins, and well-defined chests – came in and strutted their stuff dancing with a lady dancer wearing a helmet, as well as walking in slow-motion through a water fountain. The finalists also had to do some kung-fu dancing/action…

David Tennant says sorry…

David Tennant says sorry…

So, it has come to pass and Doctor Who fans who were expecting an announcement about a Doctor Who movie at Comic-Con have been sorely disappointed.

So David Tennant would like to apologise. 120 times in fact.

When I was growing up, I was often benignly scolded for saying “Sorry” just too many times. To which I’d pause, and then say “I apologise”. Never pass up a chance to make a terrible joke.

Sorry ’bout that 😉

Suction man, suction man, does whatever a suction can…

Suction man, suction man, does whatever a suction can…

In a show that is in no way an attempt to recreate elements of Mythbusters, a presenter of the BBC’s Bang Goes The Theory climbed one of the BBC office buildings today using the power of nothing but suction:

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