Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Others didn't agree.
We really are in a place where people love to take offence for other people, regardless of whether they're offended or not. It's bollocks. Grow up people - the show was on at the right time, the tone was just as it's ever been, the Northern Irish sketches were a satire for fuck's sake (see, I said fuck too) and we even got the delight of Kathy Burke returning from her premature acting retirement.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
There's a relaxed, almost American West Coast attitude here, which is disarming. Maybe it's down to the extremely high level of relative affluence which is easily noticeable in the street, maybe it's because the international community is so huge. Either way it's somewhere I want to visit again, and that's without even having had our long-awaited fondue yet. That comes later - this club sandwich was a Christmas Day evening snack last night!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
This was a lovely Christmas episode, with elements of Titanic & Poseidon Adventure thrown in, not to mention the odd surprise. The only fault I'd offer would be that it was perhaps played too safe. Where Torchwood made a thoroughly unexpected and curveball-throwing introduction at the end of the first Christmas Special, this was far too self contained. Nice for the evening, but without much of an edge to it. Not surprising, considering Russell T Davies himself wrote it, but it did leave you wanting more danger and uncertainty than was actually offered.
The emotion though was real, sincerely acted, and Kylie Minogue really was nice as Astrid. Shame she couldn't take Catherine Tate's place - she'd clearly have done very well indeed. We had familiar themes here about the Doctor and his wishing he could determine who lives and who dies, but they were nicely not overdone, especially considering the seasonal episode. I do want to hear the new theme again though, and I'm intrigued about Series 4, with the edgy trailer, alongside what I've already heard rumoured. That Tennant really owns the character now - even the slightest failures in direction or script really do quite easily rub off now - he can really own the audience with looks which he now times to utter perfection.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Tennant's refuted her claim, saying he is going to be the Doctor for the three 2009 specials, and that as usual he's not yet signed to season 5 because he hasn't yet been asked. So my suspicion that Tate's claim was part of his usual bargaining strategy was probably right. The BBC will find it hard to avoid signing him to season 5 now, whoever is in charge of it (according to Peter Davison it will be Steven Moffat).
Saturday, December 15, 2007
The comedian, speaking on Radio 2's Jonathan Ross programme, said: "I think it's maybe David's last series."
The BBC needs to do everything in its power to keep him in series 5 in 2010. Hopefully, despite their cost cutting exercise they're wise to this. The show managed to keep going in 1984 after Peter Davison had only been there for two seasons, indeed Tennant's predecessor Christopher Eccleston notoriously managed only one. But the relaunch is still fresh in the public's mind, especially in an age where the media is so fragmented (alongside viewers' attention), and to me only three seasons plus a year of quarterly specials would be far too short for a man labelled frequently as the best Doctor ever. This blogger's fingers are crossed - at least one full season with Steven Moffat at the helm (as is strongly rumoured) and then give someone else a crack as the Eleventh Doctor.
Friday, December 14, 2007
There were very clearly multiple Parises, as is true with any large capital city. The level of petty street crime was appalling, the public transport was hard to navigate and even more inconsistent than London's, and the all-pervasive smoking was a bit of a shock! But the diversity of the eateries was fun, the architecture was remarkable and there was the sensation that you have to change your mindset for Paris to work for you. London and others open up to you, not Paris. There's something much different going on here - I wonder what it is?
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Yesterday I went on London's National Climate March in the (fittingly?) pouring rain. It went well thankfully, considering how many people were marching, and how many unnecessary Met police people there were. Once the march reached its destination of the US Embassy however, things went slightly differently. A small but significant (and definitely loud) contingent started to wind the police up, these boys among them. Fitwatch are an impressive collection of direct activists against police surveillance of legitimate protesting. FIT stands for Future Intelligence Team, which pretty much sums up the Metropolitan Police in particular - creating criminals and criminality out of thin air, to be used when it most suits them.
The Met really didn't like them at all, which pretty much means they're doing a good job. Gotta love that surveillance society - at least there is some activism against it.
Friday, December 07, 2007
Thursday, December 06, 2007
They stand firm over Jerry Springer: The Opera, yet cave in and apologise to world Islam before a complaint is even made. Why bloody pander to people who choose to take offence, before they even do?
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Folks for those of you who love the medium (or indeed those have yet to love the medium), read Fantastic Four 554 in February! Brought to you by Mark (creator of the upcoming Angelina Jolie film 'Wanted') Millar and Bryan (designer of the current Tardis in 'Doctor Who') Hitch, this will kick off 12 issues for anyone who loves good, innovative, high adventure storytelling!
(note to Marvel: use of the jpg is entirely for your promotional purposes and not intended for my benefit in any way)
Friday, November 30, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Prime Minister Gordon Brown wants a third runway and sixth terminal at Heathrow. I however just don't get it. When we're finally embracing high speed rail - a Eurostar line to Birmingham would easily allow a dramatic shift of transport overcrowding out of the southeast, whilst still moving people where they want to go as quickly as they're used to. It takes ages to get into central London by rail from Heathrow (yes I'm aware of the Heathrow Express, I'm also painfully aware of how expensive it is), Gatwick and Stansted - why not do it in a fraction of the time from East Midlands Airport?
I don't understand why political and environmental thinking has to remain so vacuous. Other countries forge ahead with infrastructure just for this reason - we however are nearly 14 years behind the French in just getting our trains into our capital cities from the Channel Tunnel.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Well do you? I don't. Don't get me wrong, there have been many things out of life which I've enjoyed; still do. I mean the process of life. I hate life - I've never ever had this point disproven, noone's ever shown me a reason to think otherwise. I have images in my mind of the person I could be, the quality of life I could have, but I know they'll never happen. My mother would be furious knowing this, if she were alive. I keep blogging and taking photos just to keep feeling alive, even though there's no emotional engagement with the process.
There are people out there who've tried to destroy me, there are people out there currently trying their level best. What they don't know is I'm dead inside and their efforts don't matter. Fuck them, and in a very real way fuck you all.
Originally uploaded by lewishamdreamer
Every once in awhile I see a story which makes me despair of humanity. This is one of those times.
A British primary school teacher arrested in Sudan faces up to 40 lashes for blasphemy after letting her class of 7-year-olds name a teddy bear Muhammad.
And it happens to be a very common name in the Islamic world. Fucking backward. Remember the cartoons? And even that began with an artist and editor who did mean to cause offence. These are children and teddy bears.