Thursday, 26 March 2015

#NuWhoniversary



And if I have to explain then you’ll never understand.
- Wayne Hussey

Me:  So, that’s ten years of the new Doctor Who.  Does it feel like it?


Him:  How many blogposts are you planning to do today? 

Me:  Well, we’re not going to be able to do one on the day itself so…

Him:  To be honest, you’ll probably have more fun talking about this than I will because I don’t remember it that much.

Me:  What do you remember?

Him:  Um…  Nothing that’d really be fun talking about. 

Me:  And Rose isn’t one of the handful of Doctor Who episodes we’ve watched going out live.1

Him:  No, that’s true.

Me:  Do you remember what the first one was?

Him:  It was The End of the World.2 

Me:  It was!

Him:  Yes.

Me:  I guess I should probably write my own memories down or something.3

Him:  'Run your enemies down'? 

Me:  Ha!  That’s not quite what I said.

Him:  It’s what me and everybody else in the world heard.  What did your enemies ever do to you?

Me:  Delenda est Carthago.

Him:  What?  I don’t speak Latin. 

Me:  Me neither.  I’m misquoting.4

Him:  You’re misquoting?

Me:  Yarp.

Him:  Okay.

Me:  So, Rose.  Thoughts?

At this point, the sea badger makes its long-anticipated return.

Him:  Erm…  What are your thoughts?

Me:  They’ll be at the bottom.

Him:  Shouldn’t you give some of them here?

Me:  Talk about walking around Cardiff, trying to watch some of the filming, even though I’d been walking past it for the best of a year without realising? That sort of thing?

Him:  Yeah.

Me:  Could do.  One of my pieces in the first You and Who: Contact Has Been Made is about exactly that.

Him:  Okay. 

Me:  Now back in print, of course.5

Him:  Is this your chance to advertise that?

Me:  I’d be daft not to.

Him:  I wouldn’t quite say that. 

Me:  Eh?

Him:  More at peace with your inner self, maybe.  But, ‘daft’, I don’t know.

Me:  Eh?

Him:  It’s one of these things that, if you don’t get it, there’s no point in me explaining. 

Me:  Hmmm…  That gives me an idea for the opening quote for this post.

Him:  Well, you’d better get on that then.

Me:  "Two…  Five…  Zero…  Zero…  Zero..."6

Him:  Hanh? 

Me:  Half of our readers’ll get that.

Him:  If you say so.

Me:  Ten years.  It’s gone fast.

Him:  Well, faster for you. 

Me:  Time flies when you’re having fun.

Him:  Or if you’re using the decimal system.

Me:  Fruit flies like a banana.7

Him:  But a banana’s a vegetable. 

Me:  "Pizza!"

Him:  Grapes.

Me:  I’ll try that again.  "Pfffffffffff…"

Him:  “No egg!  NO EGG!” 

Me:  “Ah, Mr Smith.  So good to see you again.  The usual table, sir?”

Him:  "Pfffffffffffffffffff!"

Me:  Poor Mickey.

Him:  And that should be the end of this post, if you ask me.

Me:  Many happy returns, Doctor Who.  Have a good un.

Him:  Yes.  Indeed.

Me:  And on that bombshell.

Him:  Can you just end this?

Me:  "Run for your life!"

1.  On the subject of watching live TV: I quit eating meat at about the same time.
   I was rattling up and down a country, mostly on trains.  I'd watch the smoke from burning animal heaps churn upwards to dilute an already insipid sun.  Every journey was under an eclipse.
   With TV, it was partly the programming, but mostly the adverts.  You could/will be eaten by a bear/crushed by a piano tomorrow.  Is marketing really that important? Especially when you could be reading or creating something.
   So, live Doctor Who then.  Me and the Him've watched The End of the World2, The Beast Below and The Rings of Akhaten together.  One of those is based on a far better story – take a bow, Polly the Glot - one gets its own footnote2 and one… is so obviously guilty of all charges that I’ve taken on the case for the defence (no win, no fee).8

2.  See 3.

3.  Okay, what should I say here?  In the last ten years I’ve written a full history of Doctor Who, from a previously unexplored angle, for the series’ Appreciation Society, I’ve-
   No, this isn’t a damn CV.  I'll start again.
   When me and the Him started this blog we were both fresh-faced and less cynical-9
   Nope.  That's not going to work either.
   The sun rose over the top of the hill next to the park and lit up the bedroom where I slept every so often.  I woke up, kept looking like Adric and flounced into school.  Not on a dinosaur.
   Thousands of years later, the Him and myself shared an astounding afternoon watching The Ark in-
   Spack this.
   I can’t write a proper appreciation of the first decade of NuWho (that’s the correct scientification classification) for a couple of reasons.
1)  I’ve already done it: here.


5.  Slamming into the charts and gushing out the doors: You and Who: Contact Has Been Made!

6.  This works on more levels than usual.  You’re welcome.


8.  [REMOVED FOLLOWING LEGAL ADVICE] 

9.  Sorry.

10.  I've said it before, but I think the TV show called Doctor Who’s a fascinating piece of British culture.  This puts me at a slight remove from a lot of fandom. 
   The Wilderness Years don’t count; Big Finish don’t count; spin-off novels don’t count and, because I never get tired of reminding people, The Night of the Doctor definitely doesn't count.  I know fans think these things do, but they really don’t.  They never have, they never did and they never will.
   Whilst Doctor Who the programme has earned its place as a part of the collective British cultural experience – it’s not a niche show (however wonderful and snuggly that niche might feel).  Doctor Who doesn't belong to the people who write about it or produce podcasts, blogs or fan fiction inspired by it.  Doctor Who belongs to the families that watch it for fun and then do something else.9
   Having said that, the Doctor’s a different matter.  The Doctor belongs to everyone.  He's our youngest folk hero, and that makes him just as real as Robin Hood or Merlin or- 
   Ah, if I have to explain, then you’ll never understand.11
 

11.  Dear Russell T. Davies,
   Shortly after I moved to the Arctic, someone I once lived with told me they’d seen The Lazarus Experiment being filmed on the steps of Cardiff’s wonderful museum.  I asked her to make sure that, if she ever got the chance, she’d give you a hug and say, “Thank you.”
   And that’s – in lieu of a hug from one of the most wonderful people I’ve ever been lucky enough to meet - what this is.
   Mr Davies, thank you.

   The Me and the Him

   (And many happy returns to PHRC.)
 

1 comment:

misshelenc said...

Bless you honey xx