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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.

Exciting.

Nerve-wracking.

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.

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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.

 

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Season 4 – Black Sails

Those big teasing bastards over on the Black Sails crew know what they are doing! Teasing us mightily with only 30 seconds of a trailer for season four.

Who is speaking the voice-over? Who is being dragged along the beach? Are they dead? Is that snow or ash falling around Max? Will Max lose everything and fearing for her life go into hiding and take an alias and become Mary Read? Will she and Anne run off into the sunset? Will Flint survive? What causes Silver to become “the only man Flint ever feared?” Will we see a broken Billy enter the Admiral Ben Brow? Will Flint and Silver stop eye fucking each other and actually fuck? SO MANY QUESTIONS. Only ONE more season left to answer. Exciting times from the best show on television.

 

Edit: Freeze on 0.24 is the body being dragged missing a leg? 😮
I originally thought the person dragging it was Rackman and he was perhaps dragging an injured Anne. But perhaps Billy dragging an injured Silver away from the final battle. They rest on the beach and watch the waves roll in and out. Fin. (Although it’s definitely not Billy. I still think it’s Rackham.)

???

 

 

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Slan Leat

I’ve been very unwell lately. Both physically and mentally. Will be taking a break from online stuff for a while. Hopefully the doctors will figure out what is wrong with me and it won’t be for very long.

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I am myself in autumn

I’m in a melancholy mood today. The Irish weather has taken a turn towards the coolness of autumn’s air. I am always mournful of past days when the cold weather comes rolling through.

I hope Berlin is having similar weather. I want to stroll German streets and soak up the atmosphere with a cool refreshing breeze blowing through the trees and my hair. I don’t want to fake happiness, which I always feel sunshine makes me do.

I am myself in autumn.