Posted in Writings

No Story to Tell

‘Write your story here,’ it prompts.
I don’t want to, so I don’t.
I have no story. 

Posted in Life

10 Years

On the off chance I logged on in here today. Just to see how the old place is. But more because I had an overwhelming sense of nostalgia for a time in my life when things seemed more optimistic. That was supposed to be the meaning behind this blog: hopeful possibilities to enhance my writing. I don’t think that’s what it became but I loved it here nonetheless. There was a certain positive feeling which came with the anonymity of pouring my innermost thoughts out onto a page which barely anyone read.

I didn’t expect to see a notification which tells me it is exactly ten years since my very first post here. It feels surreal. Even though I’ve not posted on here in over a year, it does not feel like I’ve been here for ten years. A whole decade. It’s incredible to me.

Posted in Film


So after hearing all the hype and seeing a lot of five star reviews I went to see Dunkirk.
I didn’t think you could create something so utterly boring from such a fascinating period of history. Atonement did a Dunkirk scene. One long tracking shot following James McAvoy’s Robbie Turner as he traverses the beach of Dunkirk, beautifully melded with a haunting score of The White Cliffs of Dover as he makes his way along the promenade. I remember reading a review which called it David Lean-esque but then reading Lean’s daughter saying it pales in comparison to her father’s work.
Well, if Wright’s Dunkirk scene paled in comparison, Nolan’s
Dunkirk was definitely more lean than Lean.
Posted in Television

Unlucky for some

So I’ve just seen, and am very excited, that they are announcing the new Doctor this coming Sunday after the Wimbledon final.

The 13th Doctor.



If it’s Kris Marshall I’ll fucking stab someone. I dislike his face so much that I cannot watch Love, Actually without wanting to switch off the entire television. He’s stupid fucking character in that crap-fest of a movie…*tears skin off, throw it at the computer*

I know people are calling out for a female Doctor or a person of colour, but honestly, I just want anyone but Marshall. (But ideally Rupert Grint.)


Sad to see Calpadi go though. He really won me around by the middle of his second season. I didn’t initially warm to him at all because, I think, his Doctor was so far from what I adored most about Matt Smith’s Doctor, namely his humanity.

Eleven’s character for me was summed up in the football scene in The Lodgerepisode when he throws a little fit when the word “annihilation” is mentioned. “there will be no annihilation. Not now. Not ever…”
It’s further cemented in that stunning speech in Rings of Akhaten episode.

“Hey, do you mind if I tell you a story? One you might not have heard. All the elements in your body were forged many, many millions of years ago, in the heart of a far away star that exploded and died. That explosion scattered those elements across the desolations of deep space. After so, so many millions of years, these elements came together to form new stars and new planets. And on and on it went. The elements came together and burst apart, forming shoes and ships and sealing wax, and cabbages and kings. Until eventually, they came together to make you. You are unique in the universe. There is only one Merry Gejelh. And there will never be another. Getting rid of that existence isn’t a sacrifice. It is a waste.”

Eleven was a Doctor who wore his hearts on his sleeves. He loved and lost and loved again. He saved who he could and when he lost someone you could see that regret in his eyes. Twelve was a Doctor who knew he couldn’t save them all, and spent no time grieving that lost because more people will die if he did.  I’m paraphrasing from the Into the Dalek episode here, Clara was his career, “she cares so I don’t have to.”

Twelve took his first season answering the “am I a good man?” question. He seemed cold and detached and so far from what had come wrapped up in the eccentric hero of Eleven. Eleven was a good man. And I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.

Posted in Television

The Queen Vic

Autumn is well and truly here. I carry around with me a combination of sunglass and a brolly in my bag and the knob on the shower has been dialled up two notches in order for us not to freeze my backside off while washing.

What is also here is the usual dose of period drama. The overhyped and Dallas-esque plotted Downton Abbey has finished up so there was a hole of lavish sets and scrumptious costumes missing in ITV’s schedule that has been filled by Victoria.

Here is the part where I spilt into two. The historian in me cries “this is not factually accurate.” While the romantic in me (yes, there is a romantic in here! It’s just buried deep, deep down) has fallen so hard for the Victoria/Lord Melbourne relationship.

Oh my heart was breaking for Lord M in last nights episode. “Only a fool would turn you away.”

I know he will be taking a backseat, as they say, and it’ll be time for Albert to shine (played excellently by the always wonderful Tom Hughes) in further episodes (particularly since they are making him more of a man of the people and Lord M less – which is apparently historically correct) but I am just waiting on the DVD now so I can relive all the Vicky/Lord M stuff over and over.