Last night, I watched this classic Doctor Who story from Season 2 starring William Hartnell as the First Doctor with his two companions Vicki and Steven.
The story is from 1965 and I have not seen most of the First Doctor's stories.
This was a fun romp set in the year 1066 in Northumbria, UK and featuring the renegade Time Lord "The Meddling Monk" and also featuring Vikings and Saxons.
I actually enjoyed this story and I will be getting around to watching all the other adventures in all the incarnations of the Doctor.
This version was part of the Tales of the TARDIS series and featuring the actors who played Vicki and Steven (Maureen O'Brien and Peter Purves) as they meet up in the Memory TARDIS and they discuss the story and you get to see the full length adventure.
I shall rate this story a score of 7/10.
Saturday, 25 November 2023
THE ADVENTURES OF BUCKAROO BANZAI ACROSS THE 8TH DIMENSION
Last night, I watched "The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension" a 1984 science fiction action comedy on Prime Video. This is actually the first time I've ever seen this cult classic.
I know it did not do well at the box office but I thought it was ahead of it's time. they should have made a series instead I think.
The cast were brilliant and OTT in their roles.
I know the film spawned books, comics, etc as the proposed sequel never happened.
I actually liked this but the other half hated it and ignored it.
I shall rate this movie a score of 6/10.
I know it did not do well at the box office but I thought it was ahead of it's time. they should have made a series instead I think.
The cast were brilliant and OTT in their roles.
I know the film spawned books, comics, etc as the proposed sequel never happened.
I actually liked this but the other half hated it and ignored it.
I shall rate this movie a score of 6/10.
Friday, 24 November 2023
THE OLD WORDS
“We need to teach the children the old words,
words like brabble and grubble,
twitter-light and clinkerbell;
words which dance and trip and slip
and drip like honey off the tongue
Teach them that a hazy halo of cloud
around the moon is called a moonbroch
and that swiftly moving clouds are named
cairies;
how a vixen’s wedding is a sunny shower of
rain, and that a single sunbeam breaking through thick cloud is known as a messenger
Teach them to know the seasons and scents
of queen of the meadow and bride of the sun,
how to tell Jupiter’s staff from fairy fingers
and which roses bloom with the strawberry moon
Teach them to spot pricklebacks in the tottlegrass,
how to recognise a smeuse or a bishop-barnaby,
when to watch the sky for flittermice and yaffles,
and to pay attention to the dumbeldore and mousearnickle
as she graces the lazy leahs of summer
Teach them a few of the old Sussex words for mud,
like gubber and slub and stodge and pug,
so they know that the precious soil beneath their toes
is anything but worthless dirt
Teach them to be users and keepers and makers
of the words which bring the land alive:
a storybook, where everything has its rightful place, including us;
where the wilds are fearful and filled with magic
and people do noble things, and nothing is impossible
In this world of harsh new words —
words like planetary dysmorphia and solastalgia,
extinction debt and grief mitigation,
megadrought and megafire,
anthropogenic, pyrocene,
words which alarm and get stuck in our throats
describing a world which our hearts cannot grasp —
we need to teach the children the old words,
so that if they should feel lost,
the old words might colour for them
a warm and breathing, living map,
a light to guide them safely home.”
~ Caroline Mellor
Art: Jim Colorex aka Emmanuel Fallet
words like brabble and grubble,
twitter-light and clinkerbell;
words which dance and trip and slip
and drip like honey off the tongue
Teach them that a hazy halo of cloud
around the moon is called a moonbroch
and that swiftly moving clouds are named
cairies;
how a vixen’s wedding is a sunny shower of
rain, and that a single sunbeam breaking through thick cloud is known as a messenger
Teach them to know the seasons and scents
of queen of the meadow and bride of the sun,
how to tell Jupiter’s staff from fairy fingers
and which roses bloom with the strawberry moon
Teach them to spot pricklebacks in the tottlegrass,
how to recognise a smeuse or a bishop-barnaby,
when to watch the sky for flittermice and yaffles,
and to pay attention to the dumbeldore and mousearnickle
as she graces the lazy leahs of summer
Teach them a few of the old Sussex words for mud,
like gubber and slub and stodge and pug,
so they know that the precious soil beneath their toes
is anything but worthless dirt
Teach them to be users and keepers and makers
of the words which bring the land alive:
a storybook, where everything has its rightful place, including us;
where the wilds are fearful and filled with magic
and people do noble things, and nothing is impossible
In this world of harsh new words —
words like planetary dysmorphia and solastalgia,
extinction debt and grief mitigation,
megadrought and megafire,
anthropogenic, pyrocene,
words which alarm and get stuck in our throats
describing a world which our hearts cannot grasp —
we need to teach the children the old words,
so that if they should feel lost,
the old words might colour for them
a warm and breathing, living map,
a light to guide them safely home.”
~ Caroline Mellor
Art: Jim Colorex aka Emmanuel Fallet
SURVIVING THIS LIFE
I have almost died several times in the last few years (2012, 2013, and 2020)
I was awake and I heard both of my legs being cut off, felt the pain, and I also saw the remains of my left leg being carried in a plastic bag by a nurse who came into the recovery ward and had to be rushed out when they realised that I could see what was going on and I was getting stressed out by it.
I have had memory loss from the number of seizures I've had.
I have had a number of heart attacks as well.
I suffered from a broken back that healed itself.
And unfortunately and shamefully, I have had suicidal thoughts since losing my legs.
And I am still here, being depressed at times, grumpy as well, but I am alive and still fighting the good fight.
I was awake and I heard both of my legs being cut off, felt the pain, and I also saw the remains of my left leg being carried in a plastic bag by a nurse who came into the recovery ward and had to be rushed out when they realised that I could see what was going on and I was getting stressed out by it.
I have had memory loss from the number of seizures I've had.
I have had a number of heart attacks as well.
I suffered from a broken back that healed itself.
And unfortunately and shamefully, I have had suicidal thoughts since losing my legs.
And I am still here, being depressed at times, grumpy as well, but I am alive and still fighting the good fight.
DOCTOR WHO'S COMPANION
Frobisher is a fictional character who appeared in the Doctor Who Magazine comic strip based on the long-running British science fiction television series Doctor Who.
He was a companion of the 6th and 7th Doctors.
Frobisher is a Whifferdill, one of a shape-changing extraterrestrial race.
What is assumed to be his natural form, as seen in his first comic strip appearance, is humanoid, pale yellow in color, three to four feet in height, with a round, featureless head, and wearing spectacles. However, he preferred to spend his free time in the form of a penguin
He was a companion of the 6th and 7th Doctors.
Frobisher is a Whifferdill, one of a shape-changing extraterrestrial race.
What is assumed to be his natural form, as seen in his first comic strip appearance, is humanoid, pale yellow in color, three to four feet in height, with a round, featureless head, and wearing spectacles. However, he preferred to spend his free time in the form of a penguin
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