Who really is frustrated (in a minor way)?

So, at the moment my life has been all consumed by my Sustained Independent Project (SIP); the final project of my MA.

For this I have to write a full length radio play (68 pages) plus a 3000 word, critical evaluation of the play (yeah, I know, I fell asleep half way through, too).

On top of this I’m also learning to drive (yeah, again, I know, what utterly stupid timing) and have my theory test next week – wish me luck – which I’m studying for every day!

The cherry on top of this “sleep-will-have-to-wait-for-a-month”, rapidly souring cake is that I, of course, have a beautiful, well-behaved, yet speedy and nosey, daughter of 10 months (who I love very much but who is even more stubborn and strong willed than me) and so, as you can imagine, things have been a little busy lately.

However, my entire household has taken to watching re-runs of Doctor Who at 7pm (GMT) on BBC3 every evening and I just can’t resist having a cheeky little watch from behind my essay, practice theory test or the stink lines which regularly emanate from my baby’s nappy when I change her ready for bed time…

Damn you Doctor (!), your brilliance is distracting.



Speaking of which, it’s currently on Watch & Watch +1 (more Doctor Who dedicated channels).



Who’s celebrating a holiday?

Who’s celebrating a holiday?.

They all deserve a mention…!

Who’s lost?

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.

Who’s a sweetie?

So, yesterday was Star Wars day (4th May) and Star Wars Day coincided with Doctor Who Saturday. As a bit of a Geek, I found this particularly exciting – 2 sci-fi events in 1- what self-respecting geek didn’t!?

Although, contrary to my consequent mindset, last night’s Doctor Who episode was set in Victorian Yorkshire not, as I’d hoped, ‘in a galaxy far, far away’ (but it was a long time ago). This didn’t phase me, however, in fact it just made me even more excited because I love Doctor Who’s portrayal of Victorian England. It’s fun, humorous and melodramatic.

Diana Rigg co-starred with her daughter which, as far as my knowledge of actors and actresses can take me, was their first on-screen appearance together. How special that Doctor Who could do that!

Diana Rigg was great (obviously), if a little on the ‘hammy’ side. But I felt this worked since it was Victorian England and that was the style of the acting at the time (Bazinga!).

Everything Victorian England had to offer was outlandish, opulent and extravagant. Their understanding of science and myths were naive (in a charming, childish way) and their moral beliefs completely different to our’s today (their view on children, for example). I thought last night’s episode brought all of these elements together in a really engaging, cute way.

I think it’s incredibly easy, as adults watching the show, to forget that Doctor Who was originally meant as a children’s programme… (Of course, I’m not ignoring the fact that the new series has always been meant for the children who have grown up with it since the beginning) But, because of this, it’s only naturally that it retains it’s childlike, sometimes clumsy and sometimes silly, air.

Last night’s episode was a perfect example of what I’m trying (and probably failing) to rationalise. It was clumsy, silly, melodramatic and most definitely made for the kids! It most certainly was not my favourite episode so far – ‘Mr Sweet’ was quite a weak concept – but it was by no means the worst.

I probably would have enjoyed it more, though, if my little Stormaggedon hadn’t been completely overtired and decided to shout at The Doctor through 99% of the episode (thanks kid)!

I felt it’s tie-in with the Victorian Clara at the end was the only tangible element that really made it valuable to the series as a whole.

In short:

It was funny, cute and lightheartedly enjoyable, but somewhat disappointing. I would have preferred a Space-set episode on Star Wars Day but, to be fair, that was just for my own sense of humour.

Anyway, it being Star Wars Day yesterday, Cinco De Mayo today and Revenge of the Sixth tomorrow, I leave you with this…:


Happy Bank Holiday!!