Interests:Movies, thriller novels, British and American literature of the 19th and 20th centuries, music of the 1980's, football (the variety that is played with the feet!), Doctor Who (both classic and new!), science fiction, writing, being an uncle to my little nieces
Today, my fellow Xangans, I am filled with an enormous sense of anti-climax. My beloved Wolverhampton Wanderers are marooned in the Coca Cola Championship for *yet another* year. All we needed was for one of the two teams above us to lose and for us to win to secure our play-off spot....We won, 1-0 against Plymouth Argyle who under normal circumstances would have been crushed five-zero given our dominance of the game. Crystal Palace also won, by five goals against Burnley, putting CP out of our reach. Which meant we had to rely on Watford...lucky, lucky Watford, who went a goal behind to Blackpool, got one of their players dismissed and yet still managed to score an equaliser against the run of play and then have Blackpool miss a penalty kick.
GRRRRR
Anyways to Doctor Who...and the Sontorans who came back with a vengence and seemed to stick, characterisation wise, to the original series is a rather delightful manner. (The Daleks and the Master had too much personality and the Cybermen have too little personality in the new series in my opinion). And yes, I did see that briefest flicker of you-know-who on the TARDIS screen. I must admit to liking the way Helen Raynor writes. She also works on Torchwood and I do seem to enjoy her episodes more than other writers (we know who I'm talking about). Next weeks episode has me a little worried...the Doctor's daughter? I mean, we know he must have at least one but I'm willing to stick my neck out and say this one isn't Susan's mother. And if she is, I don't know how you work out the temporal and quantum mechanics of that one.
If you've seen the last few minutes of the first episode of Doctor Who series four you'll know what I mean, and if you haven't, you'll know what I mean when you do!
Today is April Fools Day and I've been trying to rack my brains all day for something to put up here without much success.
So I'll talk about the hoax the BBC ran today instead. If you didn't see it, there was an advert for the BBC I-Player which featured a mock documentary with David Attenborough featuring penguins flying to South America for the winter. I presume those of you that saw it realised that penguins don't fly and they certainly don't fly to South America. Or did you....?
Series Four of Doctor Who starts this Saturday at 6.20pm. I suppose they're going to shunt it around the schedules in the same way as Casualty all so they can broadcast that Oliver and Nancy thing. My twopenniesworth is that Kevin Spacey was right - I'd Do Anything really is just a 13 week advert for a West End musical, but then The X Factor is just a overlong advertisment for whatever will be Christmas number one. I loathe that programme too.
Talking of The X Factor, I am pleased that Leona Lewis has topped the Billboard 100. Out of all the 'popstars' Simon Cowell has forced on us over the past few years, she is the only one that deserves her success.
