Saturday, 28 February 2015
Is it not beautiful all the same?Hope it is okay to share it . I just thought many fans of this period of the show may not have even been aware of the Doctor's adventures between the pages of the much loved TV Comic and would like to see it. It being so in keeping with the previous post.
Thworp,Thworp,Thworp...Thats me dematerialising that is..
Wednesday, 25 February 2015
Mind you it really reminded me of a robot King Kong when it grew to giant size and started waving a handful of Sarah Jane around in a Fay Wray Stylee.
Not something you see every day.
Adapt, improvise and overcome.
Oh and do not forget your acid free backing board and comic bag.
Wednesday, 18 February 2015
A Dark Anatomy is a defly written and wonderfully atmospheric novel with the principle cast and the whole unwashed humanity of the era coming alive between the covers. Mystery and clues abound, some more obvious to the modern minds of the average reader than the medieval minds of the fictional characters that people the village, most as yet unenlightened by the touch of any form of education. Clues that present themselves to those medieval minds as the footprints of the otherworldly or the supernatural. which in turn leads to greater acts of brutality as the climate of fear escalates.
Clegg and Fedelis; it has a late smoky autumnal feel to it does it not? From an era when all acts of cruelty reeked of brimstone. At times the atmosphere of the book reminded me of such films as the awesome Blood On Satans Claw or the masterful A Field In England.
Hellfire and brimstone, wit and wisdom collide in this defly composed and written novel based in a time and a location that would have induced a panic attack in the great Sherlock Holmes.
The Game Is Afoot.
Or perhaps a Hoof.
Tuesday, 17 February 2015
Sunday, 15 February 2015
Gives a whole new meaning to the Baker story Timelash!
Thankfully his sartorial eloquence allowed him to rise above the tawdry limitations of this peculiar burp in the shared cultural zeitgeist of this part of our century.
Saturday, 14 February 2015
Thursday, 12 February 2015
The opening credits with its cartoon cosmonauts drifting through space but tethered together with the electric theme tune really got my young heart racing and also the tone of some of the cliffhangers really left me wondering if I could survive until next time. Some of those episodes may seem quite goofy to more modern eyes but those were alien worlds to me.
They never did manage to find their way home.
Never Fear!Smith Is Here!
Wednesday, 11 February 2015
Jane Grey is escorted by one Elizabeth Tilney "a good catholic girl" to imprisonment in The Tower Of London. Tilney is not appointed to this position, she volunteers for the duty, requiring for her own reasons a bit of distance from the tangle of her own life. A distance not normally attainable for a girl of her background or station in life. The two young women, barely more than girls, must find a common ground in order to share the space they find themselves thrust into. Catholic Elizabeth and Protestant Jane; not the cliched two sides of the same coin, more different currencies altogether.
To begin with all expect the young pretender to be released, that all accept in truth she is just a pawn in a struggle for power. This was a time when the game of thrones was played for real the price of failure was to lose ones head. A game where few hands were clean and innocence is a weakness.Suzannah Dunn really gets under the skin and into the contrary heart of Elizabeth Tilney, it is a very real voice that records the events as seen through those young eyes. It feels like an emotional unreliable narration at points built on the instinctive misdirection of a teenagers inflamed passions. In a world where children went from being children to adults in less time than it takes to read a red top newspaper. The author populates the rooms of The Tower Of London with what feels like realistic fictional ghosts, as all recreations of actual people are apt to feel in literature. For those who have been banging on the door of Wolf Hall this is a residence well worth a visit.
It is believed that Lady Jane Grey is the only English monarch in the last five hundred years of whom no portrait of proven authenticity exists. Physical descriptions alone remain. That young face existed only in the minds of those who saw her and in the memories of all who knew her.
For nine days only she was the Queen of England.
For over five hundred years she has looked back at us as if to say
I TOO WAS A QUEEN.
Yet we will never know her face.
Saturday, 7 February 2015
This evening was a birthday treat for me by a dear friend Noel, a patron of an art form not familiar to me. A night at the opera. An opera based on a play by Wilde that venerates hedonism but also sits like a scarlet blossom in a filthy trench in hell. It is one act long, no interval and no prisoners taken.
An opera for our times.
I will not look at things,I will not suffer things to look at me.
Put out the torches!
Hide the moon!
Hide the Stars!
Tuesday, 3 February 2015
Doth walk in fear and dread.
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head,
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge; The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner.