I can’t believe I didn’t do this one years back. “I suppose you’ll be wanting me to help you out of there in a moment.”ĭuring a little downtime, the Twelfth Doctor and Darth Vader recreate the Hand of God. Appropriate, given what day it is.ĭr Venkman. (That wasn’t all he said, but I blocked some of his other comments.) I suspect there will be no such remittance from today’s outing. The last time we did one of these, it was Thirteenth Doctor related and I got called a ‘retarded Jodie shill’ by an idiot. And in many cases here, that’s exactly what’s happened. There’s something very stern and serious about him, of course, which makes him the perfect Doctor to mesh with children’s programmes. Today it’s the turn of the Twelfth Doctor – the one whose hair became more and more difficult to Photoshop the longer he stuck around (God alone knows what would have happened if they’d got him to commit to a fourth series).
Unposted meme count is currently 126 and counting, which means it’s time for another bonus edition: stuff I haven’t got round to uploading yet, loosely themed simply because there are so many languishing in that folder that they’ve developed their own tribe system. In Surrey, Thorpe Park opens after lockdown as a flurry of punters rush to make the most of the good weather.Īnd an abandoned concept still from the new Bill and Ted trailer reveals that studio execs were suggesting a very different look for the phone box.
#Trap street looks an awful lot like diagon alley series
Meanwhile, as fury reigns over the expungement of classic episodes and series from on-demand services, a trawl through the Gallifreyan Matrix reveals that even the Time Lords have grown concerned over sensitive content. There are troublesome scenes in central London when Missy can’t remember where she parked her TARDIS.Īnd on a routine visit to a parallel Earth, the Doctor and Rose are unsettled when they run into a queue for the re-opening of Primark. It’s dull, and I’m tired of writing about it, so let’s look at this week’s news roundup. No one is safe: it doesn’t matter if it’s angry protesters throwing statues in the river or multi-millionaire authors throwing their weight around.
The world we live in is one in which no sin goes unpunished, no tweet unmocked a world in which armchair judgement has become second nature. The ‘self’ is optional you can put it on if you like. It’s been a week of (self) righteous anger. “For god’s sake, Danny, stop urinating on them.”
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