Who’s in double figures?

So… We’ve finally made it into double figures on the countdown to the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary special on 23rd November (UK).

A week before the 50th AS (Anniversary Special) my baby turns 1.

I’m not sure how I feel about this. I’m anxious for time to hurry up so I can see what happens for the big 5-0 but I also want it to slow down so I can keep my baby… Well, a baby… For a tiny bit longer.

Mixed feelings. Excitement, anticipation, nerves, welcomed nostalgia… And a little bit of sadness all thrown into one big emotional pot.

Ah, the trials and tribulations of being a Whovian Mother….

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Pretty much…

Who’s going to get their lazy on?

So… In England we’re in the middle of a heat wave. When I say “heat wave” I mean… Well, what we’re experiencing is probably normal or ‘quite cool’ for parts of Australia and America but for us, moaning, ‘used-to-rain-and-misery’, English people; it’s too hot to do anything but sit inside in shorts, drink tea, slob around watching Doctor Who and complain about how uncomfortably hot it is… Whilst forgetting that 3 weeks ago when it last rained, we complained about how cold it was.

So… Yeah. That’s what I plan to do today:

Sit inside in shorts (big baggy ones), drink tea, slob around watching Doctor Who and complain about how uncomfortably hot it is… Whilst forgetting that 3 weeks ago when it last rained, I complained about how cold it was.

I think I’ll start with Rose Tyler’s last episode with Ten. That way, whilst I’m sobbing my eyes out as they lean, faces pressed against opposing sides of the same white wall in parallel universes, longing for each other and knowing they will never again experience each other’s lustful gaze (until that moment at the end at Bad Wolf Bay); I’ll have something else to complain about…

How much I miss Ten and Rose!

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Now I have to go… I’ve upset myself at the mere thought of it. Don’t judge me. I’m English. I’m not happy unless I’m complaining!

Role on 50.

Who’s still in love with an oldie?

I’m really, really excited already (yes, I know it’s a bit sad) for the 50th anniversary special of Doctor Who in November. I know. A long time yet, but, you know, I am a disabled single Mum with only my MA for company (gross exaggeration for comedic effect)! Whenever I see a Facebook, blog or YouTube post about it, I get all goosebumpy. There is an amazing fan-made 50th anniversary short on YouTube which, for a second (actually, a whole 2 hours before someone ruined it and put me straight), I thought was a BBC official advert. Not my brightest moment. Particularly considering we have 7 months (and 7 days, given the date; but who’s counting? Me. I am) to go!

Billie Piper was a bit of a (secret) hero of mine from when I was about 12 and “Because We Want To” stormed, ashamedly, into the English charts at, I think, Number 1. Her sweet but rebellious teen image and blindingly bright – slightly retro – 90’s clothes made her unspeakably cool to this awkward preteen living in track suit bottoms and neon green trainers (why did my Mum encourage me to do that??). Then she went out with Richie from 5ive (only, like, the best boy band ever!) and then she married Chris Evans (a ginger who gave her the gift of a Ferrari on their first day. Score!). I have always loved her (and been immensely jealous. Obviously).

So… When she joined Doctor Who I was happy. Amazingly “bounce off the walls, don’t care who’s watching” happy. Rose Tyler, in my opinion, is the best companion ever to have existed in Doctor Who. Better than Adric, better than Donna, better even than Clara (sorry, Clara. I love you, still. Call me sometime, yes?). The chemistry between David Tenant and Billie Piper during their reign made my toes curl and my goosebumps get goosebumps.

I’m still deeply, deeply traumatised by Billie Piper’s final episode. I just have to think about it and I well up like a wet blanket. Or see a still of her face tearfully pressed against that cold, white wall and I have to go and lie down for an hour or so. Her return in Donna’s episode made me grin like a stoned cheshire cat on heat.

Basically, my point is… BILLIE PIPER IS COMING BACK FOR THE 50th ANNIVERSARY AND THAT’S REALLY, SUPER, RETRO COOL! Especially for the neon-green-trainered, track suit bottom wearing, awkward preteen still lurking, quite publicly, inside me.

Totally worth it.

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Who’s who?

Yesterday I shared with you a little glimpse of an obsession (one of many) I have. Most of you know me, so most of you know about this. But I would still like to bore you with it, anyway (I’m not going to ask if that’s ok because if it’s not, it’s kind of tough. “LOL”). The great thing about this obsession is that I’m not the only one in my house to possess such an undying love (bit Lord Byron, but it is a love I have, better than any man); my entire family share it with me. Of course, being such a free and laid-back Mother (!), my daughter WILL like it too (just like she WILL have a PhD, but that’s another story for you to judge me on at another time) when she’s old enough to appreciate it’s amazingness.

Now, it has dawned on me that I’ve never explained to you the reasoning behind my alias – “Sophiewho” – so… it is, naturally, related to this obsession (and yes, I do freely use the term “obsession” exhaustingly and, no, I’m not ashamed of my obsessional tendencies), it’s not just some socially backward, lame attempt at being mysterious or cool (we all know I’m the coolest kid in the playground. Or something).

This obsession is, of course, Doctor Who.

I love Doctor Who. I fell in love with Doctor Who when I was 16 and I first saw The Fifth Doctor in action. Tall, blond, authoritative, Peter Davison’s Doctor was every socially awkward, teenage girl’s dream man (or was that just me?). Oh, how I adore him, even now.

I adored Peter Davison’s Doctor so much that, for my 17th (?) birthday, my Mum bought me a Fifth Doctor costume, complete with hat (I am soooo trendy, it hurts, I know. Everyone wants to be me. Even I’m jealous of me. Haha) and, when she went on holiday to the Dominican Republic, she left me an abundance of gifts (one to open each day) all related to Peter Davison’s era. A near-life-size cardboard TARDIS with all of The Fifth Doctor’s TV adventures and novels to match.

Around this time was when I started Celebrity Stalking (I know, I just keep getting more and more enviable, right?). But not in a weird way. In a cool way. I think. I mean, I use crutches every day and a wheelchair for long distances so Celebrities both love and remember me (photo opportunities? :p). I frequented Doctor Who conventions (I am aware, yes) and, as a result, I befriended someone FANTASTIC who let my family and I come to the set of Doctor Who whilst they were filming David Tennant and Billie Piper’s School Reunion story. I’m just going to show off a bit by showing you this COOL picture:

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Quite obviously, when Doctor Who came back with Christopher Eccleston and Billie Piper I was pretty excited. Not as excited, though, as when the beautiful David Tennant took over and made the dodgy Sci-Fi series sexy once more:

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So, you can imagine my excitement when, not only did I get into a prestigious Drama School in London (one that I had my heart set on going to for five years) to do the MA I’d always wanted to do, but the Drama School that no less that TWO (yes, two) Doctors studied at.

I’ve been on the Script Writing course at this Drama School for over a year now and, still, every time I wobble up the main steps into the building and waltz into the Boardroom for a Lecture, I get filled with childlike glee as I see “Christopher Eccleston” and “Peter Davison” littered across the place. So much so that my classmates tell me off (quite rightly) and look to me for their daily dose of geek-action.

Everything comes back to Doctor Who. Life-lessons can be learnt from Doctor Who. Style can be taken from Doctor Who. And just a little bit of happy, too. For example, our living room looks like this:

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My Mum’s prized possessions are these:

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Even my phone is regularly dressed like this:

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In summary… Ummm… I don’t know. I just wanted to show off and tell you how great I am.

Doctor Who = cool. End of.

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