Thursday, 9 April 2015

Epipod Four: The Further Adventures of Indiana Jones' Hat




Everything you can imagine is real.
- Picasso

or

Computers are stupid.  They can only give you answers.
- Picasso

Me:  I should probably explain why we don’t have show notes.  Hmmm…1 

The sea badger yawns once and then goes back to sleep.

Me:  What’s this one about then?

Him:  Isn’t it more fun to leave it as a surprise?

Me:  For whom?

Him:  For everyone.

Me:  Quite possibly.  Would you like to break the fourth wall?

Him:  We don’t really have one.

Me:  That’s true.  How about offering hints and teasers?

Him:  Um…  Like cryptic crossword clues?

Me:  Love ‘em.  Go on then.

Him:  I knew you were going to say that. 

Me:  Sorry.

Him:  Just so long as you are.

Me:  Constantly.

Him:  Well then.

Me:  Not even a hint?

Him:  I feel there’s a sea badger coming on.

Me:  We’ve already had the sea badger.

Him:  Oh, have we?  That’ll be what the smell is.

Me:  I think you’ll find that’s the pungent reek of The Fog remake.  I can’t shift it.  Tried a match and everything.

Him:  You’re not a fan of that film are you?

Me:  Nope. 

Him:  Just as long as you’re honest.

Me:  That’ll probably do as an introduction.

Him:  Yep, I reckon so.

Me:  Unless you wanted to mention the way we only seem to be doing commentingaries on old shows that're all set in the same universe?

Him:  No.  Didn’t want to say anything about that.  Did you?

Me:  It’s so obvious, it’s probably pointless.

Him:  Okay.

Me:  Lady and gentleman, here’s a thing.

Him:  “I’m the Me.”

Me:  Ha!  “And I’m the Him."



1.  Basically, if you're interested in something we say that you didn't already know, you're more than capable of looking it up for yourself.  Also, no-one reads them.

Thursday, 2 April 2015

Epipod Three: The Shunned Sandwich (no egg)




It has always seemed to me that my existence consisted purely and exclusively of nothing but the most outrageous nonsense. 
- Thomas ‘Laughing Boy’ Ligotti

Me:  The Rats in the Walls?

Him:  The walls were full of rats, remember?

Me:  Yeah, yeah.

Him:  “I can smell them!  I’m going to have to shut this shop down, it’s full of rats!”

Me:  It was probably just builders next door, I didn’t mean to frighten the poor person.  So, any titles there you think we can cannibalise or cobble together or do you want to come up with a new one?  ‘cause we can’t just call this, ‘The Trap Door and Other Weird Tales’.

Him:  The Unnameable  In the Vault

Me:  I dunno.

Him:  The Horror at Fang Rock

Me:  The Horror at Fang Rock’?  That’s been done, I think.

Him:  Sorry, I misread it.  It’s The Horror at Red Hook.

Me:  Ummm…

Him:  The Colour Out of Space

Me:  That’s a good un.  Unless we mash two of them together?

Him:  What?  Like ‘The Call of Pickman’s Model’?

Me:  We could do that, yeah.

Him:  I meant like that, I didn’t mean that.

Me:  No.

The sea badger makes its squamous way across the room, ruining the carpet.

Him:  The Shunned Sandwich’?

Me:  Ha!  The Shunned Sandwich’!

Him:  The Shunned House and The Dunwich Horror.  Or Dunwich.

Me:  It’s Dunwich.

Him:  Dunwich.  I’ve never been there, so I don’t know.

Me:  It’s twinned with Rhyl.

Him:  Really?

Me:  Ha!  No.

Him:  It’s a shame that it’s not The Shunned Sandwich.  I’d have liked that.

Me:  Shall we call it that? 

Him:  Yeah, alright. 

Me:  The Shunned Sandwich.  That’s our intro.




Friday, 27 March 2015

Epipod Two: The Pantomime Horse is a Double Agent



 Two ideas are always needed: one to kill the other.
- Georges Braque

Me:  Would you like to introduce this commentingary then? 

Him:  No. 

Me:  Sure? 

Him:  Yes.  Because, as I said last time, they’ll know what it is if they listen to it.  And this one’s better with no introduction.

Me:  You might well be right. 

Him:  I am right. 

Me:  Okay then.  Brace yourself, lady and gentleman.1 


1.  I’m saying nothing.

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.)
 

Wednesday, 18 March 2015

Are You Afraid of the Dark? Commentingary




Everything is held together with stories.  That is all that is holding us together, stories and compassion. 
- Barry Lopez

Me:  Shall we explain what this is then?

Him:  No.

Me:  Really? 

Him:  We explain what it is in the thing. 

Me:  Yeah, but no-one’s going to be interested in the thing unless we tell everyone – well, both of them – what we’ve got that’s so interesting.  Or not. 

Him:  But that can be their problem. 

Me:  That’s one way of looking at it. 

Him:  Exactly. 

Me:  So, I’m going to have to write an introduction.1

Him:  If you want to. 

Me:  I was hoping this would act as the intro. 

Him:  Well, it kind of does.  It leaves things intriguing and mysterious without giving anything away. 

Me:  There’s that.  How am I going to correct the factual inaccuracies though? 

Him:  What factual inaccuracies? 

Me:  Ha!  There we are then. 

Him:  Yup. 

Me:  Lady and gentleman, here’s a thing.  Splundig Vur Thrigg. 


1.  This was fairly off the cuff, and although I’d ‘researched’ a particular episode of Are You Afraid of the Dark? (The Tale of the Sorcerer’s Apprentice2 to be exact) for a commentingary, we opted to try an improvised one instead.  I’m still getting to grips with the glorious new USB recorder so, even with a fair amount of cleaning up, the audio’s not quite up to The Pink Floyd’s exacting standards.

In other news, we’re still stuck in a tent of the north face of the Trout.  Hopefully the weather’ll clear up soon and we’ll get back to ascending.  After all, we’ve only got five recons left.  Unfortunately, they’re The Space Pirates episodes two to six.

Anyway, hope you enjoy this daft knockabout.  It might seem random but – as both of you know full well – this blog only appears to be about Doctor Who.

2.  You’ll already know why we almost went with that one…3  

3.  blah blah it’s the Master blah

Thursday, 12 March 2015

David Van Day's Diddly Dum (Choose Your Own Adventure variant)


As you feared, there are indeed lumps of it round the back.  Cursing yourself for misplacing the curator's key, you clamber over the small fence and into the walled garden.  

By now, the sky's almost dampened to a full black.  Flapping down like a stunned owl, the dark inexorably splashes ink puddles over the rough track that snakes across the lawn.  A stumble at this stage would be disastrous.

Then - from high behind you - the purring starts.1


Do you turn or run?

David Van Day's2 Diddly Dum is styled exclusively by The Rev.
1.  No, there's no cake.  There's never any cake.

2.  Not that one.

Monday, 23 February 2015

The Nightmere of Dean

Before.1



Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.
- Ugo Betti

or

The Eerie library needed some fast cash to pay for renovations, so some of the old books that were down in the library basement got sent to the World O'Stuff and put up for sale. We're talking old books, books that haven't seen the light of day for years.
- Marshall Teller 

Glorious New USB Recorder:  KAclick 

(Pause.) 

Me:  So… 

Him:  What makes you think it’s going to work this time? 

Me:  The fact I’ve set it to record.

Him:  You mean the first nine times…?

Me:  Ha!  I didn’t have it on.  That’s right.  So, the new series of Doctor Who, have you seen anything? 

Him:  No. 

Me:  Eerie, Indiana, do you like it? 

Him:  Yeah.  C’mon, let’s do the full conversation again.

Me:  Go on then. 

Him:  Right, okay.  You started off by saying, “Oh.  Have you seen the new Doctor Who links?”2  

Me:  Uh huh.  And you said, “No, I haven’t.” 

Him:  “Oh!  I will spoil them again and again for your unwitting delight.”

Me:  And then you said, “No!  No!  Please don’t!  Please!” 

Him:  And you said, “But I do it every year.  Even though I promise not to.  So this year I not bother promising not to.”

Me:  Ha!  And then you said, “Talk about Eerie, Indiana now.” 

Him:  “No.  I don’t think, I don’t think you said that.”

Me:  I think I did.  What is that accent?  It’s very good Australian.  I think it’s supposed to be Australian- 

Him:  “It’s you.”

Me:  It’s me?  It does sound a bit like me.  Right, so anyway.  Something something something spells something something Eerie, Indiana’s getting better than it used to be- 

Him:  No, no, no, ‘kay?  No.  You were saying, “Ah!  With every episode it get more CONFIdent.”

Me:  Ha!  I did. 

Him:  “And that mean that it get better.” 

Me:  Keep going. 

Him:  “We only have two episode left and, hopefully, it get even better from there.  And, uh…”

Me:  Keep going. 

Him:  And then I said, “Yes!  But are you going to start a petition to try and get it running again?”  And then you said, “Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.  But that would be good idea.  But I not have ANY money.”

Me:  It’s true.  I am actually the Cookie Monster – nom nom nom - going through a bit of a crisis at the moment because you’re imaginary.  Ha!  “Delete cookie?”2

Him:  “This is true.”

Me:  I can’t remember [REMOVED AT LAWYER’S INSISTENCE] but most were quite good. 

Him:  “No, I remember.  They were ALL bad.”

Me:  Ha!

Him:  “And then you started to go on about the books and how it was a guilty pleasure and that you had been ordering the books.  And that the first book was-“ 

Me:  Where did it come from? 

Him:  “It came from Dean Hall School in the Forest of Dean, Deanland, Deansbury.”

Me:  That’s right, because then I said, “Sounds a bit like Doonesbury.”  And you said? 

Him:  “What's ‘Doonesbury’?”

Me:  That’s right, that’s right.  And I said, “Don’t worry.”  But then I said, “Forest of Dean?  Used to go there when I was littler.  Littler than I am now, because I’m still quite short-“ 

Him:  Yes, you are.

Me:  I am.  We had a caravan there.

Him:  The caravan was full of bears as I recall.

Me:  No, no – it was next to the forest, and the forest was full of bears and boars and bees and- 

Him:  Badgers and-

Me:  Bees. 

Him:  Bees and whatever those little things are called?  With the waffle tails?  And bison and buffalo and-

Me:  Beavers? 

Him:  Yes!  Beavers!

Me:  Ha!  And then I started going on about, “Oh, I remember Empire Strikes Back lollies and superhero lollies that came on white plastic sticks with different heroes on them for you to collect.  And, of course, at this time I wasn’t allowed to go into the forest, but it was compulsory for everyone to play Frisbee.”

Him:  Because Frisbee was one of the only two pastimes that you had back then.  For fun.  The other one was to go and watch the news on those little shop display TVs. 

Me:  That’s right, because that was the only way that anyone…  Back then, nobody could afford a television. 

Him:  That’s what the movies say.

Me:  Yeah. 

Him:  People’d walk past and they’d, “Gasp!  So that’s where I need to be!  I need to be saving the world there.”

Me:  In fact, that’s part of the reason why I didn’t watch Doctor Who so much when I was young, because when it was on on Saturdays, we’d go to the caravan and, of course…  Only people who could afford to not have to go on holiday in a caravan had tellies in their caravans.  I remember reading Nightmare of Eden and The Horns of Nimon.

Him:  Oh – you had the anagram of ‘Dean’.

Me:  That’s right. 

Him:  Nightmare of Dean.

Me:  Nightmare of Dean. 

Him:  If you change it to Nightmere of Dean, then it’s perfect.

Me:  This is before I became vegetarian, 'cause I ate those two wasps. 

Him:  You just did that for fun.  The first you ate, you were, “Oh!  Is wasp!”  And then you picked it up and ate it.  You were taken to hospital for, like, three days. 

Me:  Ha!  It’s true.

Him:  And when you came back – after they’d finally managed to get the swelling down – because you weren’t allowed to go to sleep- 

Me:  When I could swallow again, yeah. 

Him:  They had to keep you awake just in case you choked in your sleep.

Me:  Ha!  Uh-huh.

Him:  And then, when you finally got home, you went, “Oh!  Is wasp!”  And ate another one.

Me:  They’re very moreish.  Anyway, something something something something- Oh!  I get to mention Curt Swan’s Superman, but no-one’ll understand why.3  In the field that we were in – because it was basically just a caravan, a water pump and in the distance there were toilet/shower blocks, which were quite exciting to hide behind the back of, err…  I can’t remember why.  There were some ruins nearby that I used to make-  I’d not long been to see Clash of the Titans and I used to get very excited…  That’s where I discovered that I was immune to stinging nettles- 

Him:  What’s Clash of the Titans got to do with the ruins?

Me:  I’ll explain later.  I’d forgotten about all of this until you got the book.  Now, in this field…
 
Us:4
In this field, there was a tree
And on that tree there was a bird
And on that bird there was a flea
And on that flea there was another flea
And on that flea there was another flea
And on that flea there was another flea
And on that flea
There stood
A flea

Campsite
Campsite
Campsite
Campsite

In that field, there was a tree
And on that tree there was a bird
And on that bird there was a flea
And on that flea there was another flea
And on that flea there was another flea
And on that flea there was another flea
And on that flea
There stood
  A flea 

Me:  And on that bombshell. 

Him:  What’s written on the bombshell? 

Me:  ‘Bad Wolf’.  We’re back!

Glorious New USB Recorder:  kaCLICK 
After.1
1.  This is the latest in an endless series of unexpected commissions.  And when I say ‘unexpected’, I mean unexpected by the people who’ve ended up having to look after them.  This Axon’s victim is the marvelous Kev J.  Kev’s been hugely encouraging, generous, supportive and really rather wonderful for a long time.  The full ‘finished’ version can be seen on our Deviant Art page. Here's Kev's blog.


3.  The campsite’s shop used to stock copies of ex-ballast Marvel and DC, but the only comic I remember getting from here with any clarity was a Curt Swan illustrated issue of Superman, featuring Bizarro.  After the caravan was towed to a field next to a massive house, copies of Scream! started turning up.  But that’s a story for another book…

4.  To the tune of this.  You already knew that, didn’t you?

Sunday, 15 February 2015

Happy New(ish) Year!




 The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing.  If you can fake that, you've got it made.
- Groucho Marx

Me:  Happy New Year!

Him:  And on that bombshell…1

1.  There was supposed to be more to this post, but - once again - the recording didn't come out.  It's a shame, because we covered a lot of interesting topics and dropped some fairly spoiler-filled hints about things that should be happening in 2015.2

2.  Words and pictures.  Mostly.