We’ve been watching the latest series of Dr Who – the latest series that some people have mistakenly called ‘Series six’.
Some people who can’t count all the way back to 1963.
Is it only me who finds the idea that some people have chosen to start counting Dr Who series from just 2005, completely weird?
It’s almost as if they’re such shambling neophytes that they can’t bear to admit that the programme existed before they ‘discovered’ it.
Or before they were intellectually mature enough to cope with the content.
Anyway.
I used to like Karen Gillan.
Even if she was born in 1987.
Which is almost as ridiculous as counting Dr Who series’ from 2005, obv.
[pause]
Where was I?
Oh yes, Karen Gillan.
I used to like her.
But lately she’s just.
You know.
Become something rather.
Ordinary.
I’m scouring the inside of my head for a description and the only thing that gets serves up is the phrase: ‘wankfodder for geeky 12 year-olds’.
Hmmm.
It’s not a perfect description, but it’ll do.
My old schoolfriend, Simon, has a closer-than-close association with the whole Dr Who production.
I must ask him his opinion of Ms Gillan.
Anyway.
I’ve come up with an idea that seems to be worth a pitch to a theatrical agent.
‘Damn You Auto Correct – The Musical’.
I think it would be a barnstormer.
The idea is we’d take selected entries from the DYAC website, write a scene or a song around it and, you know, put the production on the London stage.
There’d be numbers or scenes based on this:
and this:
and this:
What do you think?
I reckon we’d end up with not a dry seat in the house.
When was Karen Gillan extraordinary?
Also the Doctor Who series are divided into Doctor Who Classic (where the best Doctor was Tom Baker) and new Doctor Who (where the best Doctor was Christopher Eccleston). New Doctor Who is concerned with series numbers because without them the yoofs of today get all confused and lose track of what they’re watching. This is on account of the short attention spans that “experts” say they have developed from watching TV and playing video games.
I’m sure we had TV in my day too even though there were only three channels and they switched them off after the news and video games were no better than Bat and Ball (still a classic), Space Invaders and PacMan. My generation doesn’t have a problem with short attention whasnames with the remembering thingy. Nope. What was I saying?
Good point. We had two TV channels in my day. He lied. But we never got to watch them because we were too busy working down the mine. He lied again. But I don’t get or do games and I sneer on people who play computer games now. Because I’m like that. Sneering. Except for an arcade game called ‘Mr Do’ which we used to play in the pub every lunchtime. That was around ’82-’84. And. Erm. Sorry? What was that?
When I was small my auntie who used to be minted bought us an Acorn Electron which had games to go with it. You had to load them using a cassette player attached to the machine, it took about 20 minutes to load and nine times out of ten it’d crash somewhere near the end and you’d have to start again. I loved a game called Snapper. It was the last time I was properly into computer games, although I own a Nintendo DS and quite like the brain games and solzing puzzle games on it every now and then.
I don’t really get the obsession with Dr Who. Don’t get me wrong, it’s quite entertaining but there was a guy at the wedding we attended on Saturday who left partway through the reception to return to his hotel and watch Dr Who, then came back. That’s just weird, especially when I know he has Sky Plus and could have just recorded it to watch on Sunday. I find Karen Gillan’s character a bit annoying, her faux-snippy manner and habit of shouting get right on my neddies.
DYAC the musical. i’d watch.