Friday, 30 March 2018

Anarchy And Tea.

                                                "Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold,
                                                  Mere Anarchy is loosed upon the world."
                                                                     The Second Coming/Yeats.
                                                                "More tea,Vicar?"
                                                                       You/Sometime soon.

Fug In The Moonlight.

                                                                (From my sketchbook.)

Time Enough Doodle.

                                                         (From my sketchbook.)
The Doctor once said, actually quite recently, every Christmas is last Christmas. I think every Era is also last Era. Can it really be that this fantastic period in Who is is now just that; history?
              Ah well, we will always have Mondas...

Saturday, 17 March 2018

Human League Travelogue.

I have off late I know not why..Well, actually I do. Found myself listening to The Human Leagues Travelogue and marveling about how long ago I first fell for its cool electronic charms. My mid teen brain was fried by the sounds coming out of my old mono speakers. It all sounded so cool and alien and futuristic yet it had a very English sound to it. The vocals and the strange other worldly lyrics that issued from my carpet bound speakers that seemed to tell me twice told tales of far away places with exotic names where they spent krugerrands instead of pounds, pennies and pence. Where things could be one micron long but weigh more than Saturn. Where you could ask telly genius, and action boffin,James Burke for help.
            I used to pour over this cover. This distant field of snow with a red sky and a sun setting, with straining huskies pulling an intrepid traveler. I used to wonder if they were traveling towards something or fleeing from something. There were small photos of the original line up and band members on the rear sleeve and lyrics too. more than I was used to seeing on an album sleeve or even the inner sleeve. They struck me as young professors or scientists who had learned to make music and I could not imagine them ever appearing on Top Of The Pops. They did off course, with a different line up. And I thought they looked like a Jim Steranko  drawing had come to life. particularly Phil Oakie who looked like Lady Hydra. The cover design for the album made for one of the best home made tee shirts I have ever owned. And I do not own many tee shirts...
             I'm a gentleman, I am..

Purple Is The New Black.

             If there was one person who would play The Game Of Thrones for real it has to be Missy, the renegade Time Lord. Surely none would play with a meaner streak than Missy, with wit and glee., Little Finger would be her Nardole. Cersie beware you are about to have your title as the biggest bitch in Westeros knocked off and kicked into a ditch (her title that is, not Cersie, although this is Game Of Thrones where cruelty clings like an unwanted cardigan.) This is off course non other than the chameleon-like Joanne Alexander getting in touch with her inner Master/Mistress who was kind enough to share these striking pics of the day she laid claim to the Iron Throne. On the same day I was up to my neck ironing shirts for work. Now a lot of people might say mine is a dull life but to those who might be off that opinion I say "I like to read about adventures rather than experiencing them." Just ask that poor Unit soldier standing next to Missy, armed to the teeth and trying not to look nervous. Who can blame him there is such a high mortality rate among Unit troops. The Red Jumper of British Sci-fi. (That is Joanne's sibling Graham who has aided and abetted on more than one alien incursion.)
             The Bitch is dead. Long live The Bitch.

Wednesday, 14 March 2018

Doddys No More.

                                               "To me This world is a wonderful place,
                                               And I'm the luckiest human in the whole
                                                                   human race,
                                                I've got no silver and I've got no gold,
                                                  But I've got happiness in my soul."
                                                          Ken Dodd. Happiness.


Saturday, 10 March 2018

Missy Chronicles.

"Know you Frenemy." what the blurb says on the cover. "Fenemy" being one of those hideous words that has crept into uncommon parlance like Russian mile a minute vines up a gable wall.  It is one of those words that have somehow pervaded the Whoniverse and no doubt will aserve as a harbringer of societal collapse. Not the best possible beginning to a book review I accept but it is entirely in keeping with the contrary and contradictory nature of the wicked Time Lady.
          Missy has proved ,for me, to be one of the best things about Peter Capaldi's time in The Tardis. that is probably all down to Michelle Gomez's performance in the role. She stole my heart, stuck a big hook through it and used it for shark bait. Speaking of stealing, she was also the most riveting thing about the recent two part finale, when it really should have been Mister Capaldi himself. Missy's inner conflict when staring into the face of the man she was and trying not to acknowledge the yearning despair in the eyes of The Doctor. It was, to co-opt a phrase, a master class performance.
             Yet I also have not forgot I was a bit disapointed when Missy' identity was actually revealed. I had hoped she would turn out to be Romanna. One of The Doctor's oldest and dearest and dearest friends, twisted and corrupted by the events of the Time War. Such was the potency of Michelle Gomez' in the role that I came around before too long. Mad, bad and dangerous to know, she was all this and more,Witty, brilliant and at times savagely and thoughtfully cruel.
               There are six stories here, written by some of the most talented voices in the extended Doctor Who universe. We begin with a story set shortly after her regeneration and end on board that huge Mondassian colony ship sticking out of the black hole. Each writer brings something fantastic to the table, all the while retaining streaks of dark humor that are Missy' signature tune. In these stories she does perhaps get away with levels of beastliness that may have proved too much for  transmission on Saturday night telly. But not so extreme that she no longer felt like the character we were getting to know so much better just as she died all alone.
               I will admit one of the stories stood out for me but I wont say which one. it is all so subjective anyway, we may all be looking at the same thing but not feeling the same way about it. I would not like to take away from such a fine collection wrapped up in such a fine cover (A lee Binding cover design. Effortlessly lovely.)
               Now how about a Michelle Gomez audio version....