What am I meant to do now Doctor Who has finished…?
So, I’m currently watching “The Name of the Doctor” for the third time since it was aired last week (I say “currently”; I got distracted by it and it finished an hour ago) and, I have to say, it gets better with every viewing…
I’m utterly convinced that John Hurt is “The Valeyard” – first seen in Collin Baker’s “Trial of a Timelord” in the mid-1980s – every bad or potentially evil element of The Doctor personified. Of course, I could be wrong, it is just speculation! But, no, I think I’m right. I guess we’ll have to wait 6 months to find out. Ultimate cliff-hanger! ARGH!!
Yesterday I wasn’t feeling too great – the baby had decided that during one of my busiest weeks of my MA she was going to wake up every few hours and then shout to have breakfast at 6am every morning (she normally loves her sleep and has been sleeping from from 8pm-7am since she was 7weeks old) – and in my sleep-deprived state I woke up thinking it was Doctor Who Saturday (yes, that is one of my first thoughts of a Saturday morning). After a while, scrolling through the channels later on that day, reality hit like a slap in the face from Clara Oswald (but a really big, sweaty version, just to add insult to injury); no Doctor Who anymore.
This made me sad (again) for many reasons.
Although this series of Doctor Who has been really hit and miss – I enjoyed it but it hasn’t been as good as previous series – it went out with a BIG BANG (haha) and ended on an incredibly exciting, mysterious, intense note.
What am I meant to do on Saturday nights now!? BGT’s not even on at the moment and even The Cube was replaced last night by the football (another big, sweaty slap, this time in the proverbials). I’m too old to go out and get drunk (it takes me 2 days to recover from a hangover and a further 2 months to get over the state of utter embarrassment I get the morning after from saying the most cringing, unlikely things when I’m drunk) and too young to fall asleep in front of the TV by 9pm, surrounded by knitting and cats (just).
What do I blog about now?? I guess it’s back to the Doctor Who anecdotes; the ones where I make an arse of myself in front of the Doctor Who Writers and Actors. That’s fine. I have many.
Basically, I’m rather lost without Doctor Who in my life.
Roll on 23rd November!
For now, here’s my daughter in a Dalek dress…
Parenting; I’m doing it right.
I can’t wait 6 months…!
Having watched the Doctor Who twice since it was aired at 7pm GMT on BBC One, I must start by saying this:
IT WAS THE BEST EPISODE OF DOCTOR WHO I HAVE EVER SEEN!
(there will be spoilers in this)
Better than Castoravalva, better than Black Orchid, better than Fathers Day, better than Billie Piper’s final episode with DT…
Seeing The Doctor cry is a rare and therefore touching occurrence. As soon as the Eleventh Doctor cried after Clara told him what she had heard in the “conference call” (amazing scene, by the way), that was me gone for the entire episode. A blubbering, emotional wreck, hanging on the edge of my seat. Attractive.
Seeing Prof. River Song back in the equation was so uplifting, poignant and fulfilling. I do like that character. I wasn’t convinced of her at first – she flirted with The Doctor a lot and my MASSIVE CRUSH on DT clouded my better judgment – basically, I was jealous of her. But, as soon as we found out who she was and how she got there, I fell in love. To see The Doctor finally say goodbye in such a passionate, human way was… Well, I sobbed. And sobbed. And sobbed.
As soon as they all stepped into the Tomb, I knew what was going to happen. My writing skills (of which I’m still learning) told me the inevitable, learnt by the technical applications of good drama. However, this didn’t ruin it for me. I spent the entire time, catching flies, wiping my nose and, as soon as the episode ended, shouting excitedly to my Mother about how that episode was the perfect example or everything I’d been taught in my MA classes. I’m cool.
Lastly… John Hurt at the end of the episode!?!?!?! WOW!! Amazing cliff hanger. I’m sure they could hear my cries of anguish in Brazil. I bet you anything John Hurt was fulfilling a career dream when he took that role. That’s what I love about Doctor Who. It’s aspirational.
Although, I did have to explain the entire of DW to my, lesser experienced, friend after the episode finished…
He didn’t get it. I’m reevaluating our friendship.
Not everything is a tale of minor frustration…!
Today’s post is going to be a pretty short one because there’s only one thing I want to say and only a certain amount of ways I can say it…
Last night’s episode of Doctor Who was:
A little bit sexy
Essentially, last night’s episode of Doctor Who was the BEST YET! I absolutely loved it.
The Victorians were cool…