Monthly Archives: November 2014

Doctor Who and the Hypocrisy of the Fandom (updated-ish)

It seems that ever since Steven Moffat took over as the show runner of Doctor Who that a small yet vocal group of fans have been baying for his blood. They register their disgust of the episode within seconds of … Continue reading

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Love Under the Auburn Canopy

I remember a time when we were sat beneath a tree, the leaves were on the turn from green to orange, a time when we were curled together holding each other and promising to one another undying love. I remember … Continue reading

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Sadness, Selfishness and Other Cheerful Things Beginning With S

Sometimes I feel so sad that I am incapable of speaking, so forlorn that being alive hurts just as much as having a broken heart. And I have had my fair share of that too. It isn’t something I broadcast, … Continue reading

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Lucky Heather Hypocrisy

Got ambushed by the gypsy selling lucky heather again. GAH! No, I don’t want your heather! No, I won’t shake your hand! Selling lucky heather in soiled rags is hardly a ringing endorsement either. If it was ‘lucky’, surely she’d … Continue reading

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Why the 50th Anniversary Special Shouldn’t Feature the Past Doctors

Quite a controversial title, right? In some corners of the Doctor Who fandom, there is a great desire for the ‘classic’ Doctors to appear in the 50th Anniversary Special. But this could be a wrong move if it happens. Don’t … Continue reading

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Agatha Christie Pastiche by Bek Hobbes

As the elderly female amateur sleuth entered the drawing room, the occupants quickly hushed and stared at her with anticipation. They knew of her deductive prowess and uncanny ability to worm the truth from even the most hardened of criminals. … Continue reading

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The Boy With the Dog-Food Skull

Once upon a time there was once a boy with dog-food for a skull. He was a most unfortunate ladĀ for sure but as with most inflictions he had learned to live with his deformity for the most part. His only … Continue reading

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