The Secret In Vault 13.

Well, this has to be, for me anyway, the most surprising Doctor who book I have read for some time. I came to the book , as a collector of Who related things, with the impression that since the book was aimed at younger readers and set in the most recent television iteration, it would be specifically aimed at the most casual of readers. And as such, it may not  have as much in it to recommend those readers who are longer in the tooth. which just goes to show how skewed such preconceptions can be. While it does not exclude more recent fans there is much to delight those who are more long term devotees of the television show we know to be the best ever on the box.
            And also how easy it can sometimes be to overlook wee treasures that might be right in front of ones face.
             For those who are more long running fans of Doctor Who one of the most striking differences between it and all that has gone before was the absence of continuity references, either to past series and sometimes even between on going episodes. It was surprising then to find so many in this wonderful book by David Solomons, it is blooming bursting with them (and I use the word "blooming" advisedly with regard to the way David Solomons uses the alien tech in his book, a notion of biomechanics that owe as much to the old 2000AD biogs or a more beautiful form of Giger's grown instrumentation.) yet these references in no way historically weigh down the narrative they in fact broaden it in a witty and entetaining way. at times I almost heard the voice of "the book" as it is known in Hitch hiker circles (universally wide ones..) as I read some of them.
             Damn fine funny writing.
             This would have made such a fantastic seasonal story. Christmas day, New Years Day, Saint Patrick's Day, Tom Bakers Birthday, whatever..
             I really enjoyed this doctor Who book, from start to finish. it felt like a charming meandering fun epic, one that deserves to be read by a wide demographic beyond the usual Who fandom.
             Its a proper adventure in space and time with the children's character adults adore.
             And to think it all starts with a talking petunia...

YOUNIT.

My chum Connor met the lovely Ingrid and was kind enough to get this lovely signed photograph for me. He was much taken with this gracious and very talented young lady. I imagine she felt pretty much the same about him, Connor being such a gentleman and talented writer and artist.
             He and I are going to form a spin off group from UNIT called YOUNIT. Some one has to deal with the Alien incursions in Northern Ireland.
              Mond you, to date they have all been the most amazing friendly visitors.

The Complete Ghost Stories Of Charles Dickens.

In the foreward to this lovely collection of Dickens ghost stories,written by the iconic Peter Haining, we learn that the young Charles Dickens had a nurse maid who rejoiced in telling him yarns that were of a macabre and supernatural bent. One can imagine a wide eyed and night time terrified young novelist afraid of every shadow and every creaking floor board. Her storytelling certainly proved to be a gift for life.
             These might well be considered ghost stories but they are not necessarily scary stories, not when judged against the heart stopping terror to be found in most modern horror. Some of these stories are not even conventional by Victorian standards of the macabre. Some even contain elements of what could be considered proto-science fiction. Others have a rich vein of humor running through them, humor which lends itself to being spoken aloud. One feels quite Dickensian rattling them off.
              The most well known of the stories is off course A Christmas Carol, a story that will stand the test of ages. My newly discovered favorite, for me anyway, is The Goblin Who Stole A Sexton. It is a spooky yarn constructed in much the same form as that classic Christmas tale of misery and its unearthly rewards, but uses goblins instead of ghosts. Instead of the miserly Scrooge we have a misreable undertaker who's only joy in life is burying the bodies of others and gloating about the misfortunes of others. He is pulled into goblin hell from the snowy graveyard and is judged before Old Nick in much the same way Old Scrooge was. It is so dark and so joyfully macabre I could not help but think what a treat it would have been to hear it read and performed by the man himself, as I have no doubt he did.

               There are twenty stories in all, ranging in length from one page to the admirably proportioned, yet none outstay their welcome. This is a great book for any time of year, despite the seasonal theme, not just for Christmas, a spring heeled Victorian puppy which will grow as the years go by in preciousness, as the yarns between its covers become ingrained in the readers mind.
               What the Dickens, indeed.
     

Chameleon Circuit on The Blink.

               Oh dear, looks like the Tardis chameleon circuit is on the fritz once again.In this particular location in Belfast the best camouflage would have been an Off Licence or a Winemark.
               It would have blended right in.

The Iron Legion.

Just look at this! Is it not class? Audio adaptions of a couple of the greatest doctor who stories that ever appeared in any medium. I have read and reread the stories so many times over the years they are much canon to me as anything that came through my telly. Pat Mills wrote these stories and Dave Gibbons expertly executed the art choirs and between them created a perfect storm of Tom Baker Whoness. And by a fantastic twist of circumstances between now and then they are about to come to life in a wonderful new medium in the hands of people who really know what they are doing and are consistently on top of their game when it comes to Doctor Who.
            The BBC ought to give them a shot at producing something for television..they have proved themselves again and again and..well..
            That aside I was so excited to hear this was in the works and when I saw the cover artwork this morning I just had to share. None of these things i write about belong to me so I have no vested interest in their success beyond sharing my enthusiasm and in that respect I can say I am super enthusiastic about this piece of work.
              Who knows. Who knows indeed.

Tom And Elizabeth.

Oh happy day, look at this lovely Doctor Who figure set of The Doctor and Sarah Jane at the very height of their adventures together. Being chased around a sleepy old English village by the androids created by Kroton of The Kraals. Does'nt it that just roll off the tongue. Terry Nation wrote this and it was to prove to be the last time we saw Ian Marter as dear old Harry Sullivan. I do not think they realised this or they probably would have made more off it. They were quite the threesome, those brave hearted pals and they shared the most amazing chemistry. One did not have to be told they were friends, you just sensed it. Tom baker's first season, the proceeding one to this one, is off course available to a whole generation of fans who were not lucky enough to experience those stories as they were transmitted weekly back in the day. Back in the world that came before.
            Pick it up, join in the fun, you will be so glad you did.

Scratchman.

There really was only one book for me this week and that was the long awaited Doctor Who novel Scratchman by Tom Baker. I had heard about this tale for many years and was very excited to hear it was finally going to see print. To be honest I never thought it was going to ever see the light of day which just goes to prove once and for all why no one should ever underestimate the cosmic being that is Tom Baker. Eighty five years of age and he is still continuing to surprise and delight his fans and those who follow and love him.
             Oh what a different world it is from those far off days when he and Ian Marter must have sat over a pint discussing the idea and the possibility they were going to come up with the script for a Doctor Who movie with none other than the equally legendary Vincent Price as their big bad. What a shame that it never happened but here we are at last.
              WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OFF...the cover blurb asks.
               I do hope the answer to that question helps make this a most memorable read.
               Over to you, Mister Baker...