Wheels of Steal the DVD Sequels

I previously wrote a couple of blogs in an ever-increasing sequence of posts entitled Wheels of Steel. They are about this disabled woman who uses her disability to queue-jump. The renown queue-jumping wheelchair user of Exeter as nobody but me calls her.
I have no problem with disabled people going aboard public transport before me but it is annoying when anyone jumps the queue regardless of whether they are disabled or not. It is not a question of me wanting to be asked but of common courtesy, of being polite.
You can read, should you wish, the previous blogs here:
So a quick up-to-date post here involving the queue-jumper. Think of this blog as two straight-to-DVD sequels.
So there I am waiting at the queue. Along comes our wheelchair-bound queue-jumper. She heads to her rightful place at the head of the queue. I say ‘rightful’ but I suppose that this is a distinction only she makes.
The bus draws up, and our felonious friend moves her chair back. She clearly thinks she is going to be on first but what is this? The driver gestures for all the other passengers to get on first.
The queue-jumper is in a bind. She can’t say that she has to go on first because she is disabled. While she has no problems with using her disability to get special treatment, it is another matter to open her mouth to say, “Excuse me, driver, but I must get on first due to lack of working legs.”
The passengers get on the bus but the queue-jumper is about to get her way. Sorta.
Another woman, an elderly old dame, asks the driver to lower the ramp so she can shuffle on without falling over and breaking a hip. The driver obliges her but Queuejumpy McQueuejumpface moves her wheelchair forward, moving in front of this poor old lady. “Hah! Take that, coffin-dodger!” she doesn’t say.
This is where the first straight-to-DVD movie fades out…
Same deal as before. Our disabled queue-jumper at the head of the queue. Bus comes. Also another bus.
She wants the first bus. Two young girls want the second bus. What will happen! This is nail-biting suspense.
The young girls make to move in front of the thief on wheels but she moves her wheelchair forward to block them off. On purpose.
Apparently the Wheels of Steal think it is alright for her to steal first place but not for two young girls. Maybe she would if they had wheelchairs too but our thiefy friend would consider her age to be the deciding factor. I imagine a battle with spikes attached to the wheels. Ben-Hur style. And that is only if the young girls wanted the same bus as her which they didn’t.
And that is it. You can kinda see why these sequels didn’t make it into cinemas, can’t you?
I still feel like an arse for feeling like this though…
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Twice Upon A Time Unreview

First of all, can I just say that Twice Upon a Time is one of the most erroneous titles for a Doctor Who story since Madam Vastra Meets Thelma and Louise.

This story should be called Thrice Upon a Time surely? After all, we do get to see Jodie Whittaker’s Doctor.

Um, spoilers?

The story starts off at the South Pole which you might think makes this episode very Christmassy but no. Wrong pole, folks. But you can’t have everything, can you? So no cameos for Santa, Ian or Wolf. Humbug!

South Pole, the Doctor, and the First Doctor, yes.

We get to see William Hartnell, the guv’nor, morph into David Bradley who shall be referred to as the ersatz guv’nor. Or maybe not. Scratch that, rewind it, lets us just call him the First Doctor. Much simpler plus most people don’t speak German. Except for the Germans.

Anyway, the Twelfth Doctor, yes, has survived his little encounter with the Cybermen but is about to go into regeneration mode which isn’t what he wants. He refuses to regenerate. He even punches the snowy ground in case it disagrees with him.

The First Doctor is in a similar boat. Survived the Cybermen, yup. About to regenerate, yup. Refusal to regenerate, yup. Punching the ground, nope, he is too much of a gent to punch blameless snow.

They come across each other…

“I am the Doctor, ye wee sassenach. Nae bother me!”
“Hmmm, you may be a doctor but I am the Doctor.”
“Ach, crivens…”

If this wasn’t timey-wimey enough, a First World War Army Captain approached them fresh from the muddy hellhole that is Ypres, December, 1914. The FWWAC had been in a crater with a German soldier, who presumably could use the word ‘ersatz’, when time froze. He, the British captain, was taken away to some kind of gothic church where a piece of metal is waved in front of him before being placed at the South Pole in the mid-1980s.

A feminine glass figure turns up, freezes time at the South Pole and is a party pooper.

Confession part one: I thought that this glass figure was a Watcher as last seen in the story Logopolis. Female Doctor equals female Watcher, yes? Spoilers: no.

Confession part two: I also thought this was an obscure reference to Paul Magrs who featured glass people in some of his Doctor Who novels. Again, no.

This glass woman parks her sparkplug spaceship over the TARDIS. Our heroes rush into the TARDIS. The glass woman uses a grabby claw to pick up the TARDIS. She misses a few times, drops the TARDIS when she does get it, accidentally picks up a clawful of snow, and then the TARDIS again.

Inside the spaceship (and yeah that reference is for the Greybeard Whovians, hello!) is the gothic interior that we saw only minutes before.

The glass woman appears and offers Bill Potts in exchange for the FWWAC who she’d accidentally misplaced by seven decades and thousands of miles. A deal which the FWWAC is prepared to take. Not so the Doctor or the Doctor or Bill.

I liked the way the First Doctor noticed that the face of the glass woman was asymmetrical, proving that her appearance is based upon a real person and not created by a computer. Of course this assumes that computers never have an off-day when rendering glass avatars.

The glass lass shocks and horrifies the First Doctor by revealing his future and some of the things that he’ll be called such as the Shadow of the Valeyard, the Oncoming Storm, the Imp of the Pandorica, Oi You Get Off My Planet, Fred, the Beast of Trenzalore, the Spook of Bottle Bay, and the Doctor of War.

“What is war good for?”
“Absolutely nothing, aye? Now we had better escape. Crivens!”
“Good god…”

The troika escape with Bill even though the Twelfth Doctor doesn’t think that Bill is real or human or even a lesbian.

The glass woman, resteals the TARDIS and flies away.

But all is not lost. There is another TARDIS parked nearby. The First Doctor’s TARDIS. That ol’ skinny blue box. They escape and head for Villengard which is at the centre of the universe.

Villengard was the planet that the Ninth Doctor replaced the weapons factories with banana trees. This is presumably after Twice Upon a Time because you’d be hard-pressed to find a single banana on this godforsaken planet.

It is at this point where I was planning on making a few stupid jokes and references to Star Trek V: The Final Frontier, Sha Ka Ree and aliens pretending to be God but I suddenly realised that the movie takes place at the centre of the galaxy and not the centre of the universe so my loss is your gain.

The Twelfth Doctor tells Bill, the First Doctor and the FWWAC not to leave the TARDIS. Need I ask you to guess if they stay put?

Villengard is not a planet where you’d choose to be. It is full of naked Daleks jellying about and attacking anyone stupid enough to visit, something which the Villengard Tourist Board don’t mention in their brochures.

The Doctor is here to consult the greatest computer. After pooh-poohing Google, the Matrix, and Deep Thought, he settled on Villengard where a friend of his has access to the Dalek Hivemind.

Confession part three: was I the only one to think that this ‘friend’ was Davros?

Confession part four: I also thought it might be Abslom Daak which isn’t an out-there guess since he has appeared in Time Heist.

It isn’t Daak or Davros. It is Rusty the Dalek with a heart from Into the Dalek! To be fair, Rusty is as likely as Daak. Daak would have been more fun though…

Rusty, after popping his cork AKA his gun, allows the Doctor access to the Hivemind where he discovers on Facebook that the face of the glass woman belongs to a woman called Helen Clay, the founder and part-time chef for the Testimony.

The Testimony is a time travelling group who kidnaps people before they die and then brings them back to their original point in time and space. They are completely different from the Teselecta (from Let’s Kill Hitler) in that they don’t only kidnap bad people to torture the hell out of them. The Testimony download memories from the dying so that they can live again as glass avatars. If nothing else, imagine the embarrassment when the Testimony and the Teselecta bump into each other…

“Do you mind waiting while we kidnap this person? We wish to hurt him a lot before returning him.”
“Well, alright. Lucky we packed cucumber sandwiches, eh?”

Giving Rusty a Christmas present (a new eye stalk), the Doctor scoots back to the TARDIS along with Bill and the First Doctor (you guessed right, guys).

Bill confirms what the Hivemind revealed plus that she herself is an avatar half-inched from the timelines and shoved into a glass body.

Presumably Bill’s memories were taken at the point of her first death before Heather returned her back to life. Therefore we now have two Bill Potts. Huzzah!

The Doctors realise that there is no Big Bad to fight here and no reason as to why the FWWAC shouldn’t be returned back to his time. Other than not wanting a good man to die.

Helen Clay waits for them at Ypres as the twin TARDISes, the same TARDIS twice, materialize.

The FWWAC reveals that he is called Archibald Hamish Lethbridge-Stewart. The grandfather of Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart (not his father since that’d make the Brig too old).

Confession part five: I totally guessed this. Although it wasn’t hard. I knew that the FWWAC would be a Lethbridge-Stewart, I also knew that he would be the Brigadier’s grandfather. When a character is only refered to by a description, you just know that this character would be something pretty damn special.

Archie asks the Doctors to look after his ancestors. Something the Twelfth Doctor knows he will do. Alistair, Kate and Kadiatu are in good hands.

Time starts up again with the help of Helen Clay and her temporal crank. Archie and the German in the crater, each about to shoot each other when out of the blue comes singing.

The British soldiers sing Silent Night. The German soldiers sing Stille Nacht. And the Twelfth Doctor whips out his guitar and sings/plays Dave Brubeck’s Unsquare Dance with the First Doctor on piano and Bill on kazoo.

“Och, aye, did I nae mention that I shifted the Captain’s timeline tae the start o’ the Christmas Truce? Ain’t I a wee stinker?”

Archie’s life is saved. Which isn’t a surprise. I mean, would the Moff really have the man die on a Christmas Day episode of Doctor Who?

The First Doctor admits that he now is ready to regenerate but is puzzled by his future self’s response; “Say hello tae the wee cosmic trump, aye?” The original cranky old Doctor leaves but quite frankly the way he pilots the Ship, he probably took a few years to find his way back to the South Pole.

The Doctor is left on the fields of Ypres with Bill Potts. He doesn’t believe that she is really Bill.

“I am so Bill, Doctor. Memories are what we are, innit.”
“Nae, nae, ye are jus’ a glass lass wit’ Bill’s brainthings lumped intae ye see-through noggin.”
“Blimey, a person’s memories is what defines them.”

How easily the Doctor forgets. “A man is the sum of his memories. A Time Lord even more so” as the Fifth Doctor once said but then again this was a man who wore a vegetable.

The Testimony via Bill and her superglass powers, give the Doctor back his memories of Clara. And Clara returns, as a glass avatar, and Nardole too! Somewhere at the back of the queue is a glass Adric asking whether he was right or not.

The Doctor refuses to allow the Testimony the testimony of his life and after a big hug, he leaves. He will regenerate but not before he eats up some of the episode’s running time with a longish speech and advice for number Thirteen…

“…one more lifetime won’t kill naeone. Well, except me.

Ye wait a wee moment, Doctor. Let’s get it richt. I’ve got a few things tae say tae ye. Basic stuff first.

Never be cruel, never be cowardly, never pay ye bar tab. And never ever eat deep-fried Mars bars! Remember – hate is always foolish…an’ love, is always wise unless ye are answering a lonely hearts ad.

Always try, tae be nice an’ never fail tae be kind. Oh, an’….an’ ye mustn’t tell naeone ye name. Naeone would understand it anyway. Except….

Except….bairns. Bairns can hear it. Sometimes – if their hearts are in the richt place, an’ the stars are too. Children can hear ye name.

But naebody else. Naebody else. Ever. Not even that wee sassenach doon the papershop.

Laugh hard. Run fast. Be kind.

Live fast, die young, leave a good-looking corpse. Jus’ kidding!

Doctor – I let ye go.


And yes, he is paraphrasing Bertrand Russell when he advises his future self that “hate is always foolish…an’ love, is always wise”. Ten points to anyone who spotted that.

Number Twelfth, your time is up! The Doctor regenerates and as the norm nowadays blows up the TARDIS as he turns into the Thirteenth Doctor.

A woman! He is a she! And, and, and it doesn’t really matter. The Doctor lives, that is what matters.

The new Doctor takes a look at her appearance and utters the immortal words, “Chuffin’ ‘eck! There is trouble down t’TARDIS!”

The TARDIS, utterly knackered by all this gender-bending regeneration stuff, decides to throw the Doctor out of the TARDIS.

Some people made snide comments about women drivers when the Thirteenth Doctor fell out of the TARDIS. To which I would remind them about the Tenth Doctor crashing into a building after her regenerated. Also remember a certain Eleventh Doctor likewise falling out of his TARDIS post-regeneration? Yeah. Pish-posh, chauvinists!

Our last image is of the now female Doctor falling into the title sequence of Eastenders.

The End!

Phew! All done. So what did I think of the episode?

Peter Capaldi gives a final performance (for the time being) as the Doctor. I have to say that I loved every moment he spent on the screen. If this is to be his last time, I am glad that this story was a fitting end to his Doctor. I did think his speech at the end was a little long-winded but I also loved it as well. I will miss the attack eyebrows.

David Bradley is an excellent First Doctor although I found his more sexist moments to be… Not off but they did throw me out of the story a little. I could happily watch a series with him as the Doctor, so that is a good thing. His performance wasn’t Hartnellish but it had odd flavours of him which I appreciated a lot.

Bill Potts returns.  A version of her returns. Played by Pearl Mackie, she is still everything that I loved about her character. Even when we see parts of her turn to glass, she isn’t sinister whatsoever.

Mark Gatiss as Archie Lethbridge-Stewart. I think I can say, hand on hearts, that this is the most humane role that he has had on the show or on any other show that he has been in. I really got a sense of who this man was, what made him tick. I can only hope that Archie returns.

Helen Clay. Her name suggests moulding people out of clay. An apt name given that she is making glass avatars? Possibly. Played by Nikki Amuka-Bird, she never really gets beyond being cryptic and mysterious and made out of glass. But with an epsiode that has to deal with a regeneration, I guess some things fall to the sides.

Jenna Coleman was alright too. Just a cameo and she performs it well. Nothing more to be said.

Lastly Jodie Whittaker as the Thirteenth Doctor. We only get to see her briefly but I was really excited by her appearance. That moment when Twelve’s ring falls off her finger was brilliant and a nod to the ring scene in Power of the Daleks. Too little to really comment on her but I can say this: I think she may be exceedingly good in the part.

I enjoyed how Moffat gets away with Bradley’s appearance. Apparently if aTime Lord tries to hold off their regeneration their features get a little muddled. Although this didn’t happen to the Tenth Doctor or the Twelfth Doctor. Oh well…

I could say so much more about this episode but really all I have to say is this: watch it for yourself. It was a great story even if it lacked a major alien threat.

I cannot wait to see more of the Thirteenthy Doctor.

Oh, brilliant!

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The Return of Doctor Mysterio Unreview

Another Christmas and after a year without Doctor Who, we have another Christmas special. 2016 was most certainly not the year of the Doctor.

The previous Christmas special was…well, I enjoyed it. It was Christmassy (kinda). This year, not so Christmassy. It felt much more like a normal episode of the show. Which is a good thing (again…kinda).

Christmas Eve, 1992, and the Twelfth Doctor has decided to bungee jump off the side of an apartment block. Spider-Man he ain’t. He wakes up a little sick child who understandably is somewhat bemused to see a man swinging upside down outside his window.

The boy knows all about Stranger Danger (did they have that in 1992?) so he won’t allow the Doctor in unless his mother says he can. Do you think she says yes? Of course she does. Shades of Jurassic Park 2 here. Also shades of Home Alone 2 with a child in New York at Christmas in the 1990s…

The aforementioned boy, whose name is Grant, toddles off to tell his mother about the Doctor. Mommy says yes because she thinks the child is making things up and because the kid has clearly told her that Santa Claus wants to come in. Somewhat improbable given that this is New York, a city where robbers generally dress up as Santa to steal money…at least according to the straight-to-DVD movies that I have seen.

The Doctor, despite having a complicated thing on the rooftop to sort out, geeks out with Grant about how Clark Kent and Superman are the same person. “Crivens, add glasses and Supermon becomes a soft jessie reporter. Jings”, to which Grant is all, “Dude, I totally knew that.”

The Doctor, being a responsible adult, takes Grant up to the roof with him to see his machine. And yes, even as I wrote that, I thought that sentence seemed dodgy. Ahem. Clean minds, folks, clean minds.

This is not a machine that goes “ding”, this is a machine that looks like a Christmas tree. Wouldn’t be the first machine tree we have seen in Doctor Who. At least this one ain’t spinning around like Aunt Meg after too many eggnog beverages…

The machine, as I understand it, is meant to fix the paradoxes caused by the Weeping Angel debacle. Remember when Amy and Rory Williams bit the big one? This was the problem caused by The Angels Take Manhattan, which had the effect of not allowing the Doctor to visit New York because of timey-wimey issues causing the city to turn into a small rubber duck. Or something similar. Odd though how the First Doctor had no problem visiting New York in the 1960s…

The Doctor had set off a trap on the machine (Silly Doctor), that he had made, and this is why he was swinging around like a geriatric Spider-Man earlier. His Christmas is not off to a good start. But then, when is it ever? This never happened to David Tennant’s Doctor.

The Doctor enlists the help of the sickly Grant, as you do, but the boy has swallowed a gemstone needed for the timey-wimey-paradoxy machine. The Doctor’s Christmas is now going downhill rapidly. Grant’s Christmas may have just improved because the gem has given him superpowers!

Yes, you read that correctly. Not a joke. The gem grants wishes. Having swallowed it, the gem grants Grant’s wishes. Of being a superhero. Not of being made better which is why he swallowed it. The kid thought it was medicine.

The Doctor’s response? A mutter of “Ach, crivens!” And the warning to Grant to not use his superpowers, not even for cheap tricks. Yeah, like that is going to happen.

Before I carry on, make a note that this gem is a gem that grants wishes.

We flash forward to 2016, New York, and a press conference held by Harmony Shoals. You may remember a similar sounding Shoal of the Winter Harmony in the previous episode, The Husbands of River Song? Same guys, head-splitting brain monsters. Lovely.

Oh, yes, spoilers. Brain monsters. Not at all like the ones from the cartoon series Futurama. No sir. These ones have eyes and mouths and monthly subscriptions to the magazine What Brain. Totally different. Plus they can’t fly…probably.

Anyway, the press conference, yes! Reporters asking questions and all that. You know the drill. Blonde reporter asks a pertinent question, more or less fobbed off. A scene you’ve seen done before in a thousand TV shows and every Superman comic book. You know what will happen next, she’ll hide in the building until everyone has gone and then she will do some investigating, then a superhero will save her. This is not me calling out the show by saying it is cliched but that there are precedents.

So the plucky girl reporter, Lucy Fletcher, is playing hide-and-seek with Mr Brock (he being the owner of the business and the guy fobbing off reporters earlier) and Dr Sims of Harmony Shoals and she finds out that brain monsters are scooping out the normal boring brains of their workers so that they can be placed within human skull cavities. A certain non-webslinging Doctor is there too, eating a nice snack, investigating Harmony Shoals.

The Doctor isn’t alone though, he is accompanied by Nardole. Remember him? He too was in the last episode. All we need now is Greg Davies as Hydroflappyflax to make this episode a reunion. Nardole, if you’ll recall, was just a head at the end of that episode but he now has a body again. Which is good for him.

The brains kill off Mr Brock and snuff him out like a candle in the wind… They then repossess him unlike a candle in the wind. More like a squatter getting out of the wind.

Lucy and Nardole and the Doctor return to the room where the press conference was but Dr Sims has followed them there. Of course he already has a brain monster inside his Nyderesque noggin.

Sims whips out his gun but the Doctor has a plan. Turn their backs to him! Erm, as plans go this one is a bit sketchy but just think about it. Turning their backs upon someone with a gun is actually a great idea. Because who would believe he shot them in self-defence? “Officer, they walked towards me, um, backwards. So I protected myself fairly by shooting them in the, erm, back.”

They hear a tapping, not at the chamber door but at the window. “It is a flying man,” quoth the raven. And it is, it is a flying man. Hooray!

Does it sound like somebody tapping on a window to you? I wasn’t so convinced. Sounded a little fake to me. I know this is a mere quibble but still…

This window-tapper is the Ghost, a real superhero. The only superhero in a world of normal human beings, Zygon suckery doppelgangers and Donald Trump. A unique fellow this Ghost, which is proven when he shatters the nuclear-proof, asteroid-proof, toddler-proof windows.

“Oooh, nuclear-proof and asteroid-proof, very nice. Mind you, you need to fire the windowcleaners, just look at that smear.”

Everyone is surprised at this, the Doctor included, but none so much as Dr Sims who proceeds to shoot the heck out of the Ghost.

Three points about the Ghost:

1: The Ghost’s mask is similar to the one that Kyle Rayner wore as Green Lantern in the 1990s. Possibly a coincidence but if not it is a hell of an obscure reference.

2: The gravelly voice of the superhero is far too Batmanish. Especially coming from someone who looks like he should be on The Only Way is Essex or Baywatch.

3: He looks like a brunette Thal although some Whovian Greybeards may dispute this.

As I was saying, Dr Sims, or rather the alien brain beastie nestling inside his gulliver, pulls out a gun and starts pumping lead into our hero but, as with Tobias Vaughn, the bullets bounce off. Unlike Toby he doesn’t give out a maniacal chuckle. The ghost shrugs his shoulders and says, “Yeah, bullets. So what?” The Doctor whispers a quiet little “jings” from behind Nardole who is turn behind Lucy who is herself behind the sofa.

There is the usual posturing between the goodies and the bad guy which results in the Ghost flying off with Lucy. The Doctor and Nardole beat a hasty retreat.

The Ghost returns Lucy to her stylishly faux-bohemian apartment. There is a little bit of flirty stuff going on here but I guess you readers will want me to skip the yucky parts, right? As you wish. They arrange an interview sans yucky stuff.

Lucy enters her home. The Ghost enters her home too and undresses into his civilian gear. They don’t enter together. The Ghost is actually her billionaire boyfriend Bruce Wayne. Or her nanny Grant Gordon (whose name possibly refers to comic writer Alan Grant and that police chief that Batman frequently romances) or is it Gordon Grant? I could research it but I feel that I am right with this name. Knowing my luck, he’ll probably be called Dwayne Dibbley.

Grant is nannying Lucy’s baby. Or would be if the Doctor and Grant hadn’t got there first. The TARDIS is much faster than a speeding bullet. Supes eat your heart out. With a time machine, speed is relative.

But don’t think Grant is being neglectful by flying around when he should be looking after Lucy’s baby, oh no! He has a baby monitor and given that he can be back within seconds, no problem. Although it does raise the question: what if the Ghost is busy saving somebody when the baby cries? I can imagine him flying back, burping the baby and telling the victim to untie themselves as he looks after the kid.

The Doctor (And Nardole! Don’t forget Nardole!) and Nardole (thank you) track down the Ghost by looking for the weird alien energies which the gem, that Grant swallowed, emits. And yet he suffers no digestion problems…

Lucy, plucky girl reporter, returns and with he help of a squeaky googly-eyed Ken Dodd phallus called Mr Huffle, she gets him to reveal to her that alien brain monsters are planning on taking control of Earth’s most powerful leaders. The brain monsters were planning to transplant themselves into Donald Trump’s head but apparently they have a nut allergy.

Lucy is agasp, the Ken Dodd sex toy is not happy about it either. These aliens have a habit of invading skulls and planets and colonising them with more of their gooey chums, and all to the tune of Bob & Earl’s Harlem Shuffle so zero out of ten for evil but ten out of ten for musical taste.

Lucy leaves for her interview with the Ghost after making herself looking like a million dollars. No, not green and crinkly but super attractive.

The Doctor and Nardole, who no doubt will turn out to be some kind of secret bad-ass, track down the alien’s ship by tracing pizza delivery guys who have been sent up to give the brain monsters cheese-and-feline pizzas. This may sound improbable and you’d be right to think so. I was lying. The brain monsters ordered Chinese.

Our heroes, super in their own way, TARDIS themselves aboard the ship where they discover that the ship’s reactor is not looking too good. In fact it is about to explode. With the recollection of the Harmony Shoals building being nuclear-and-asteroid-proof, the Doctor twigs that Dr Sims and his evil brain cohorts plan on crashing the spaceship into New York. Their building would be intact and the city would be vaporised. The world leaders would then all hustle into other Harmony Shoals buildings in the mistaken assumption that Earth was being attacked and then brain squatting ahoy! Simples!

The spaceship is to crash at a certain time but the Doctor moves the schedule to now and the spaceship will splat into New York right now. Um, not sure this plan is any better than the brain monster’s plans. But you can’t judge a book by its cover even if the cover is covered with tigers, submarines, Voord and Peri in a bikini.

On Earth in pre-splat New York, Lucy is interviewing the Ghost.

“What is your favourite colour?”
“What is your favourite animal?”
“If you were to be a superhero for the day, what superpower wou… Oh, sorry.”
“No worries.”
“How did you get your powers?”
“I was bitten by a radioactive ghost.”

This scintillating interview is interrupted when the alien brain monsters arrive to plant one of their number into the Ghost’s cranial apartment. Mr Huffle is murdered at this point when the Ghost accidentally sits on him in a bid to escape and then come back as his normal Grant self. Which probably makes more sense to Grant than it does to me. Go figure.

Grant receives a message from the Doctor via the ghost of Mr Huffle and reveals himself to all and sundry (Lucy and nonplussed Brain monsters) as the Ghost. Ta-dah! A tumbleweed drifts past.

Grant stops the spaceship from crashing just by holding it. Yeah, now that is a truly ta-dah moment, yeah?

To cut a long story short, the Doctor calls in UNIT, Torchwood and the Boy Scouts of America to sort out Harmony Shoals. Doctor Sims’ monster brain escapes in the head of one of the UNIT soldier boys and this is never picked up again in the series so make of that what you will. Moffat says, “To hell with closure, deal with it!”

Grant promises the Doctor that he will no longer use his powers. To which the Doctor, Lucy and Nardole give a hollow laugh. Yeah, right.

Lucy asks the Doctor why he is sad because apparently he has been sad throughout this episode. Sad-ish maybe. He doesn’t answer her. But Nardole does. He says, “Her name was River Song. She ate his last Rolo.”

Oh, Grant and Lucy also end up together romantically. So that is nice.

Question: the wish-granting gem grants wishes, right? Why doesn’t it grant Grant’s wish of making Lucy fall in love with him? Or maybe it does given that she does fall in love with him by the end of the story.

So what do I think of the episode?

Peter Capaldi is excellent as usual. Yes, I know I keep praising him but he really is pretty damn good. Faultless performance. Love him, love him, love him. I really do love him.

Justin Chatwin as Grant Gordon AKA The Ghost? He was alright. I liked how he approached the role as a cross between Christopher Reeve and that Maguire guy from the Spider-Man films. Not great but passable. but Logan Hoffman and Daniel Lorente steal the show as younger versions of Grant. This is just my opinion.

Charity Wakefield as Lucy Fletcher is less of a character than a loose amalgam of every version of Lois Lane you may have seen or read. This is not a bad thing but she needed to be fleshed out a little more. Performancewise excellent but she deserved better.

Adetomiwa Edun as Mr Brock was good but all too brief. But Aleksandar Jovanovic played Dr Sims brilliantly. He reminded me of Brent Spiner as Data in the way he actually convinced me that he was non-human. It is a pity that Sims (or was it Sim?) doesn’t make it out of the episode with his human body intact. Oh well…

So is The Return of Doctor Mysterio any good. Erm. Yeah. Kinda. Not as good as The Christmas Bride but no seasonal story has been, so it is all fine.

The beginning of The Return of Doctor Mysterio is a little slow but that is fine. I wouldn’t expect every episode to be crash-bang-wallop. It was a nice build-up, I thought. The beginning is the most Christmassy part of the story. As soon as it comes back to the modern-day, Christmas isn’t in sight. Or is it? No, I don’t think so. Hmmm.

The episode neatly plays with the superhero tropes. All within an hour. The Clark Kent/Superman/Lois Lane love triangle, the origin story, secret identity, and unmasking. The great thing about this is how it underplays all these themes so that they don’t interfere with the story too much.

So should you watch this? Yes, you should. Watch it. Watch it now!

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O Green World

Sorrow is my name.

Melodramatic as that might seem, it is true enough.

I met a girl and lost a girl. No, that isn’t true. I haven’t lost her but I feel that I have. Distance and clusterfaffs being obstacles in the way.

But that isn’t the long and tall of it though. I am worried about next year. I am not sure what 2018 will bring but I suspect more misery, unhappiness and perhaps death.

At the end of every year, I expect death so that is possibly a write-off. I hope.

If I knew that I will still be alive by this time next year, I’d be fine. Or not fine. One of the two.

But I don’t. I can’t know. All I can do is go into the future blindfolded and hope that I am in one (living) piece by December 2018.

Hope is the only thing I have.

O green world,
 Don’t desert me now
 Bring me back to fallen town
 Where someone is still alive

 Fighting for something new in this
 When no one needs the heart of me and I’ll
 Get out somewhere other than me before…

 (than me before…)

 O green world
 Don’t deserve me now
 I’m made of you and you of me
 But where are we?
 Oh no

Gorillaz, O Green World

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Worlds of Pure Imagination

All computer monitors are windows to worlds of imagination where trolls have no bridges to hide behind, wars are fought with flame, and opinions are like the shredded cocoons of butterflies which flitter and flutter away…

The butterflies of opinion have odd existences. Some live for decades, most burst into blue flames for a single bright incandescent moment before turning into the desiccated flotsam and jetsam that litters the oceans of the internet.

Our browsers are gatekeepers into these realms of pure thought. They allow us access to knowledge that can be wonderful or forbidden. Or both depending on what restrictions, what oaths, the chrome fire-foxes have declared to their patron.

The internet is refered to as ‘the web’ although the spiders are fairly innocent. It is the flies that you need to look out for.

These flies are the aforementioned bridgeless trolls who multiply and divide like the amoeba that they truly are. Another risk are the phishermen, dethroned Nigerian princes, whose baitlines dangle into the silvery pools of our electronic mail. Jabberwocks call themselves phreaks, and they are waiting for you to harmlessly bounce against their cellular malignity. But don’t worry, this third threat is slowly dying out to be replaced by the fairly inept snicker-snackery of the hackers.

To hack is to feel pleasure, so sayeth the hackers as they hack and they hack and find themselves bushwhacked by authorities and their own brand-loyal hacker-hounds. They breed like weeds and are numerous even when hacked themselves. They thrive on stony ground and nourish not the realms they infest.

The flowers of the interwebs are algorithms, their self-referential petals spreading out in morbius strip patterns that glimmer and glint from the dew drops that fall from on high in the cloud. They bloom and they blossom, repetitively flourishing in the sunlight of the twilight of the terabyte sun/moon.

There are friendly beasts upon this plane of existence. Pixel-cloned beings who block transfer advice to those that need it. They live in places where the angles are wrong, where panopticons tower above their heads to see all and protect with their Norton shields. Their pets are cats who they feed with cheeseburgers.

We create copies of our world in these realms. Worlds that we pay-to-view, pay-to-kill-orcs or pay-to-adultery with pixel-clad perfect versions of ourselves. Or we can build palaces, funfairs and landscapes all rendered in squares and rectangles, inhabited by creepers, endermen and zombies riding on pigs.

All windows are the monitors to our reality where the trolls live in meatspace with their vitriolic spew dripping into the centre of the interwebs, their sad little lives deprived of disguise, where wars are fought with guns and bombs, and opinions are weightless…

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Carnival of Monsters Unreview

Steamships and dinosaurs and bureaucrats, oh my! Dirty fingernails too.

Imagine Big Brother with omnivorous monsters. Actually don’t. This is nothing like Big Brother. Everyone here has IQs with triple digits (even the chickens) plus there are no self-obsessed muppets here. Scratch that, it is like Big Brother! Imagine Big Brother with normal people… Ahem, I was right the second time, this is nothing like Big Brother. Sorry.

This story is like one of those Russian nesting eggs but every time you take one apart, inside it something completely different. To put it another way, this is a story that keeps you guessing (for the first two episodes).

The Doctor and Jo arrive upon a steamship but things are not as they seem. Events repeat themselves. Not so much Groundhog Day as Groundhog Minutes. Our heroes are constantly accused of being stowaways and then having to escape. Luckily they have a huge dinosaur popping out of the water to distract the crew.

In the first episode, we have the Third Doctor and Jo on the steamship. But also, we have a planet called Inter Minor where a race of grey-skinned aliens live. These aliens are grey in skin and nature, so when Vorg and Shirna turn up on the planet, they are not pleased at these colourful vagabonds. Just imagine the reaction of Daily Mail readers if a bunch of gypsies set up a camp in their front garden. Yes, that.

You know this is a Robert Holmes script when even nondescript grey aliens have a believable society. Bonkers but believable. Holmes has outdone himself here. We hear about President Zarb, and despite never seeing him, he is as big a character as any of the others. He is defined by what people say of him.

This is a world which echoes our own. It is familiar. It is real. We see functionaries, the lower class on Inter Minor, and we see how they are interact with their social betters both onscreen and by how the they are referred to by the elite. Both are fully realised groups. I cannot stress how real this all feels. I guess you just have to watch it and see for yourselves.

The steamship and dinosaur are contained in a Miniscope. This is a machine which shrinks creatures and settings so that they can be gawked at upon on a screen for the pleasure of the general public. Hey, I was right! It is like Big Brother!

Geordie Announcer: Day 346 in the Big Brother Miniscope. The Drashigs are called into the Diary Room to explain why they ate all of Major Daly’s cornflakes…

There are no real villains this time. Just scheming grey-skinned bureaucratic aliens whose idea of fun is watching paint dry on a high-definition television set. It seems, to me, that Vorg sees the people in the Miniscope as tchotchkes rather than actual living sentient creatures but that is not really villainy either.

Plenty of monsters though. Apt given the title of this story. A plesiosaurus which is quite naff. Oh, and Drashigs which are huge sock puppets with fox terrier teeth and an alarming taste in cuisine.

These Drashigs are the organic version of a waste disposal unit. Unlike most monsters on Doctor Who, these creatures are unintelligent. They are governed wholly by their stomachs and their insatiable never-ending appetite (they’ll even eat broccoli!). Just like any classic monsters, they are relentless. If they catch your scent, then they will chase after you until either you have gone well out of their range or they are chomping on your remains with their gently smiling jaws.

Do you remember all those people who complained about the Eleventh Doctor talking to cats and babies? In this story, the Third Doctor talks to chickens. Yes, exactly. To all the anti-Steven Moffateers, you’ve just been punk’d by Robert Holmes, creator of all the Gallifreyan lore/canon that you hold dear.

Sorry, I really must stop grinding that particular axe. Where was I? Oh, yes…

Aboard the S.S. Bernice, the ship that I didn’t previously reveal the name of, is a familiar cove. Playing sea-swab Lt John Andrews is Ian Marter. If you know your companions, then you will know that he also played Harry Sullivan (who is second place to Jamie as best male companion). Not an unusual occurrence given that quite a few actors played bit-parts and then were given major parts at a later date. But it does give me an opportunity to indulge myself by concocting an elaborate Whovian fan theory. Buckle up, this will be a bumpy ride.

The Doctor knows about the S.S. Bernice before he discovers that the identity of the steamship. He knows it went missing and was never found. This is a fact. But what if Andrews was Harry’s father? When the S.S. Bernice is returned to Earth, Andrews meets a woman and fathers a child, Harry. It could happen. So in the Whoniverse, before Carnival of Monsters, Harry Sullivan does not exist. Afterwards, Harry Sullivan does exist as a result of the Doctor and Jo accidentally arriving on Inter Minor instead of Metebelis Three. Harry pops into existence as time is rewritten by the return of the steamship. It could work. There is no reason why Harry should have his father’s surname. Um. Yeah…

OK. Pointless theorising is over now. You can all take your hands away from your ears and cease saying “La la la la la la!” at the top of your voices.

I think it is time to wrap this unreview up. I could easily talk to you more about the many fine points of this adventure but, as always, I suggest that you see for yourselves. If nothing else, you will get a lesson in how to build a realistic alien world.

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Halloween Foxes Poem

Foxes, foxes coming for you,

What the hell you gonna do?

I’m not worried, they ain’t coming for me;

You on the other hand, you’d better flee.

How will you feed your poor cat

When the foxes are chewing on your fat?

Why aren’t you running away quick?

Are you fifty shades of thick?

I think you will get bit…

Be clever and run for the hills,

The foxes are after a thrill.

Foxes, foxes eating out your liver

Pain for you they will de-liver.

Foxes, foxes eating you…

Foxes, foxes coming for you,

Try to escape to the zoo.

But what if it’s locked with no key?

And the foxes are near thee?

Might you scream like a blenderised rat?

Or cry like a nipple-clamped brat?

Oh, it will be, for you, such a shame,

Human-eating foxes’ 15 mins of fame.

Selling their stories to the papers…

Get off your arse and in that car,

The foxes can’t travel very far.

Unless they hire a fleet of motorbikes,

And bring you down, bloody-thirsty little tykes.

Foxes. foxes chomping on you…

Foxes, foxes coming for you,

Gonna turn your bones into human stew.

Don’t be dumb, prick up your ears,

Lest reality echoes fox-related fears.

Scoffing on your limbs is mighty fun,

Better shoot them off with a gun.

If you’ve no gun, you’re in dire straits,

Not the band but the horriblest of fates.

Foxes playing piano with your teeth…

Foxes, foxes coming for you,

Gonna make you stain your pants with poo.

They know where you are,

“Thanks for the blood, mate, ta!”

You might as well give up now,

Foxes gonna farm you like a cow.

Instead of milk, they’ll drink your blood,

And shoot you – bang, bang, thud!

Foxes are hungry for your flesh…

Foxes, foxes coming for you,

Poem nearly finished, please don’t sue.

Foxes are eating your brain,

Anything left, they’ll flush down the drain.

Stay at home, watch your TV,

Safer for you, safer for me.

Better still, read a book,

As the foxes prepare you to cook.

Foxes with full bellies…

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