Saturday, July 07, 2007

The Doctor Who Fan's Phrasebook

Well, it hasn't 'alf been a right funny old week to be a Doctor Who fan, and that's a bloomin' fact!

The casting announcements of, firstly, Kylie Minogue on Monday and then, Catherine Tate on Tuesday sent the usually reasonably calm Outpost Gallifrey forum – to which this blogger is a contributor - into virtual meltdown. No, actually, that's a complete lie. It's never calm, 'reasonably' or otherwise. Anyway a lot of the threads this week, unfortunately, were rather crude, full of spiteful comments made in haste and it all ended in a huge fight … So, no change there, then. This is particularly true of those many threads regarding Cat Tate. Poor lass, she’s walked right into the middle of a tempest of bombast with this one. Amid all this, however, were a couple of absolute twenty four-carat comedy gems that kind of reminded you exactly why you hang around the place.

One, a humorous thread in which posters were given the opportunity to blame all of the problems of the world on Russell Davies – since he seems to be getting the blame for lots of stuff from those who don't like his casting decision - called RTD Caused Global Warming! got close on one thousand posts at the time of writing and includes some of the funniest stuff the board had seen in years. Amazingly, however, that wasn't even the most amusing OG thread of the week.

What follows are extracts from a thread called The Fan’s Phrasebook. Some of them are this blogger's contributions, but many are not and are the work of others listed at the foot of the page. Remember, if you can't laugh at yourself - and your friends - then there really is something seriously wrong with you.

Here are a wide selection of commonly used Doctor Who fan comments posted – some with truly monotonous regularity - onto the Outpost Gallifrey forum. Underneath, you will find their translations into English. If you recognise yourself in any of these then that probably makes two of us.

Fandom:

“I am proud to be a Doctor Who fan.”
I am scum. I am a socially maladjusted retard who is nervous around the opposite sex. I am either a spiteful and dour malcontent with a cynically vicious streak so wide my anorak has had to be made by a special tailor or a verbose and inanely positive Special Needs creep who is easily pleased by the most charmless and bland lowest-common-denominator television imaginable. My next reply will tell you which...

“I've been a Doctor Who fan since the series began.”
I am 46 and can just about remember William Hartnell.

“I've been a Doctor Who fan since the 1960s.”
I am 43 and can just about remember Patrick Troughton.

“I've been a Doctor Who fan since the 1970s.”
I am 39 and can just about remember Jon Pertwee.

“I've been a Doctor Who fan since the Golden Days.”
I am 35 and can just about remember 'The Talons of Weng Chiang'

“I've been a Doctor Who fan for many years.”
I am 20, and lying my head off in the vague hope that claiming to be older than I am will make me seem more windswept and interesting to those that I virtually interact with.

“Quotefile!”
I am old enough to remember rec.arts.drwho. And to shudder at the very mention of its name.

“I am a recognised authority on Doctor Who.”
I have an Internet blog which is read by just three people. And they only read it so they can laugh at me.

“I, actually, know what I'm talking about.”
I, actually, don't know what I'm talking about in the slightest.

“I felt that Story X was a bit weak.”
Why am I not producing this show? And directing it? And writing it? And why am I not playing the Doctor and/or his assistant?

“Why did this happen/that happen/he say that? That doesn't make any sense!”
Like most of my generation, I have the attention span of the average goldfish and, therefore, completely missed the point of whatever it is that I'm complaining about? Sorry, what was the question again? ... Do I know you?

"The Doctor's line about xxxx directly contradicts what he said in ..."
I am, apparently, unaware that Doctor Who is a fictional television show written by lots of different people.

"You are, apparently, unaware that Doctor Who is a fictional television show written by lots of different people."
Look at me, everybody, I'm making some Saddo with borderline Autism look like a clown! Aren't I just, like, the coolest kiddie that ever did walk the earth?! I think I'll go out a beat up some cripples next.

"The BBC has stated that it has a long term commitment to Doctor Who."
If they cancel it, I'll cry.

"RTD has ruined the old 'community spirit' of fandom."
I am conveniently forgetting 'The DWB Wars', 'the rec.arts.drwho Years' and every other fandom spat - large or small - in living memory. I am also annoyed that all of the little "keeping the spirit alive" fiefdoms that were carefully built whilst Doctor Who was off the air - DWAS, Big Finish, BBC Books, the Restoration Team, and, yes even Outpost Gally itself - have been rendered almost redundant by the new series which simply doesn't need fandom anymore. This makes me bitter and long for the days when Doctor Who used to belong to me and a few of my friends.

“I am not in the UK, but ...”
I am praying that nobody asks me the blatantly obvious question of how I can possibly pass comment on episodes that I cannot, legally, have seen yet.

"A typical fan" (cynical viewpoint.)
An anally-retentive, socially inept, sexually immature sheep.

"A typical fan" (slightly more positive viewpoint.)
An enthusiastic (if occasionally a bit scary), reasonably intelligent and well-read type with a fun outlook and a thirst for adventure. But also, an anally-retentive, socially inept and sexually immature sheep.

"A typical fan" (sexual orientation viewpoint.)
Fifty percent probability that they're gay. Unless they're - aggressively - not. In which case, they almost certainly are, they just haven't got around to telling their parents or friends yet. And, also, an anally-retentive, socially inept, sexually immature sheep.

Fandom Buzzwords:

“That’s nothing but ‘stunt casting’.”
They've just cast somebody that I’ve actually heard of in Doctor Who.

“That was nothing but a load of old ‘fanwank’.”
They've just made a continuity reference that I don't like in Doctor Who.

“Why do we have all these deus ex machina endings?”
Look Ma! I'm using Latin on the Internet!

“Occam's Razor / Straw Man / Oxymoron / Faux-naïf / Gravitas.”
I don't really know what any of these words mean, but when I use them in a sentence they make me look far more intelligent than I actually am. In my mind.

“This episode was cringeworthy in the extreme.”
I live in a state of near permanent embarrassment and have extreme difficulty in expressing myself without resorting to outrageous over-exaggeration and somewhat crass clichés.

“Genius!”
That was a mildly amusing comment. I rather wish I'd said it.

“I am a serious Whovianologist.”
It's not the size of the made-up word that’s important, it's what you do with it that counts.

“Zygon porn.”
I’ve got my hopes up way too high.

"Bland Hollywood-style sentimentality."
A positive portrayal of human nature. Please note that if everybody dies in a massive bloodbath, I shall not be complaining about "shallow Hollywood-style cynicism."

“I couldn't possibly comment.”
Yes, what you’ve just said is exactly what I meant in my previous – highly euphemistic - posting. But I really don't want to get sued or thrown off this board for saying that so, you know, schtum.

“Rose was a chav.”
I have seldom met any real people, let alone any actual chavs. And, if I ever did, I would undoubtedly get my head kicked in.

“A plot hole big enough to pilot the TARDIS through.”
I didn't understand that bit. There was some sort of explanation going on but I was fiddling with the remote control at the time and I missed it.

"As ever, treat this as 'a rumour' until told otherwise."
As ever, treat this as "a total, complete and utter lie" until told otherwise.

“A blatant plot device.”
An element of the episode whose relevance I spotted two minutes before my parents. Aren't I clever, eh? Why isn't everybody talking about me, me, me, me, me, me?

“irony (aeIroni), n. 1. An English invention in which one says something that one does not necessarily mean. For the purposes of Merriment and Japery. 2. Like "goldy" or "brassy" but with iron. 3. What you mum does with your shirts after washing.”
I once had a couple of jokes printed in Private Eye. Not, necessarily, MY jokes you understand, but...

“sarcasm.”
Dude, I am 14. I've just discovered that saying "pfft … yeah, right" in an ironic and casual way when somebody says something enthusiastic will, depending on the circumstances, either get other 14 year olds smirking and thinking I’m, like, premo-rad or will make the enthusiastic person embarrassed and angry and we can have a fight. Which I'll, like, totally win. Cos I'm pure dead hard, so I am.

“It's not 'Canon'.”
I've not seen/read/heard this text you mention and, therefore, I don't like it.

“The TV Movie is Canon, the New Series is not.”
I have an almighty crush on Paul McGann and am still sulking because they never made a series with him.

“Soap.”
Absolutely anything in Doctor Who that's remotely connected to contemporary Earth or working-class people.

“Cliché.”
Something has happened in Doctor Who this week that’s a little bit like something I've seen once before in Doctor Who.

“This is NOT Doctor Who. Doctor Who is being ‘dumbed down’!!!”
Something has happened in Doctor Who this week the like of which I have never seen before. This both confuses and upsets me greatly.

"Doctor Who has never been more vibrant, cutting-edge, thrusting and vital."
I am delighted that, these days, I can go out in public in a Dalek T-shirt and not have people laughing at me and calling me a spastic.

”References.”
Blatant rip-offs.

”An homage.”
A blatant rip-off.

”A pastiche.”
A blatant rip-off.

”An influence.”
A blatant rip-off.

”A nod.”
A freely-acknowledged blatant rip-off.

“The Silent Majority.”
A collection of people who don’t exist. I’ve just made them up so that I can claim to speak for them.

“The Silent Minority.”
About twenty loud-mouthed philistines who post onto this board and who are, quite frankly, anything but silent.

“The reset button.”
A logical plot resolution to this week's episode which I am going to complain about. A lot.

“Boring, boring, boring.”
Oh dear… Lawrence has been drinking too much coffee again.

The Classic Series:

“The Classic series.”
Any four or five year period of Doctor Who between the years 1963 and 1989 that I really liked.

“The Classic Series was much better.”
The world was so much simpler when I was younger.

“Doctor Who in the 1960s, 70s and early 80s was a much-loved British institution, frequently referenced in other media as a sign on its high standing within British culture. It demanded total respect within the industry and the media at large because of its outstanding storytelling, cutting-edge minimalist designs and clever construction.”
Doctor Who in the 1960s, 70s and early 80s was a television show that most people watched but had pretty much grown out of by the time they reached the age of sixteen and discovered the opposite sex. The reason it maintained such a healthy audience was because there were only three TV channels in Britain in those days and if you weren't an intellectual, you didn't watch BBC2. Most people watched it simply out of habit. Doctor Who was the frequent butt of jokes by stand-up comedians because of its well-recognised clichéd elements like wooden acting, cheap sets and even cheaper spacecraft. The phrase "it's like something off of Doctor Who" would be used by ignorant twats, like your dad, to describe anything weird that they didn't understand and/or didn't like - for example, some really cool band with purple hair on Top of the Pops. The hard kids at school NEVER liked Doctor Who and, if you mentioned it in their vicinity they would fist you in the face just on general principle.

“Sydney Newman’s original concept was for a programme that would educate viewers rather than the glitzy nonsense we have now.”
A cliché is still a cliché, no matter how flowery the delivery. No poetry. No soul.

“The maturity, quality and depth of the Classic Series still astonishes.”
Listen, I liked wobbly sets, rocks made of polystyrene, plots ripped-off from every movie Hammer ever made and spaceships made out of tin foil and sticky-backed plastic.

“A far cry from the pantomime the programme became in the Eighties.”
I'm wholly oblivious to the irony and hypocrisy of defending the new series by attacking an era that others cherish.

“Doctor Who used to be scary!”
I'm completely unable to assimilate the fact that the sort of reaction which led me to sleep with the lights on for a fortnight when I was five cannot possibly be replicated when I'm forty.

"Doctor Who used to be scary!" (slight return)
'Horror of Fang Rock' made me wet the bed when I was six.

“Terrance Dicks should write for New Who.”
Terrance Dicks last wrote for television in 1983. I, however, am unable to accept that television scripting has changed significantly in the last twenty five years.

“There should be more horror like it used to be.”
I am conveniently ignoring everything in the classic series except for the Philip Hinchcliffe era. Besides, I don't like “funny stuff” and episodes featuring songs by the Scissors Sisters make me rather nervous for reasons I cannot accurately describe.

The Classic Series and Sex:

“The Classic Series had stories with more depth and gravitas.”
I want a companion with large breasts.

“Nothing can ever come close to Tom Baker's Doctor. He was the best.”
I had my first sexual experience ogling Louise Jameson's loincloth. In fact, I’m getting a stiffy right now just thinking about it. Excuse, I’m going to have to go offline for a few moments.

“I thought Romana was an excellent foil for the Doctor and brought an intelligence to the companion role not seen since Liz Shaw.”
I like posh birds, me.

“Let's face it Doctor Who companions have always been - essentially - lust objects.”
The first stirrings of my sexual awakening was a dream I had in 1983 about me taking Tegan, roughly, up the Gary Glitter. I've been in therapy ever since.

Outpost Gallifrey - Code of Conduct:

“Oops, double post.”
Outpost Gallifrey's sodding server is unable to cope with my MASSIVE wit yet again. Bollocks. And it was a good'un an'all...

“That could be considered a Code of Conduct violation.”
"I'm gonna grass you up like a Copper's nark!"

“... and you felt you had to start your own thread on this subject when one already exists, because?”
"I am an officious pedant ... And, I'm gonna grass you up like a Copper's nark!"

"I have informed the Moderators about this clear breach of the Code of Conduct."
I was the school sneak when I was twelve. Therefore, I have already grassed you up like a Copper's nark!

"I've been Rocker'd."
I've been nabbed by The Mods.

“Read the Code of Conduct.”
“The next time you call Catherine Tate "a talentless bimbo" or anything even remotely like it, you're out of here.”

“Only people who lack critical faculties like RTD's Doctor Who.”
I'm not sure what a "faculty" is, exactly - but I've figured out that this is a clever way of appearing to call people stupid without actually breaching the Code of Conduct.

“With all due respect…”
I think you are bottom-feeding scum with opinions of no value whatsoever to man nor beast. Unfortunately, we have this damn Code of Conduct so I'm biting my lip and taking the piss out of you at the same time.

Outpost Gallifrey - Net Shorthand:

“You forgot to write ‘IMO’.”
I am too stupid to realise that everything posted on this board, and indeed on the entire Internet is – by definition - someone’s opinion. Otherwise they wouldn’t bother to say it in the first place.

"IMHO ."
I am American.

"(Sp?) "
I am illiterate.

“That was really funny! LOL! LOL!”
I found your post vaguely amusing but I wanted to flatter you.

”I just spat Tango over my keyboard when you said that.”
I found your post vaguely amusing but I wanted to flatter you.

"LMFAO ROFL!!!"
I found your post vaguely amusing but I wanted to flatter you.

"U guys dont lik DR Hoo, do you? U suck. Wot a bunch of looosers!!!!!"
Mom and dad are out for the night and they've left the computer on.

“SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
I fancy that David Tennant quite a lot.

Outpost Gallifrey - Lexicon:

“There's too much squeeeing in the New Series forum.”
I am a sour and bitter cynic who has had all of the joy crushed out of him by the relentless disappointments of his life and consequently feel uncomfortable with effusive displays of naked enthusiasm. I intend to drag everybody else into my pit of misery with me. I’ve suffered for my art, now it’s your turn.

“Not We’s.”
"Normal" people.

“The viewing public.”
A bunch of semi-educated, sub-literate Troglodytes whose dull minds would shrivel upon contact with my leviathan of an intellect, and whose continued shallow happiness cruelly mocks my vastly superior cynicism. How I loathe them and all they stand for.

“He’s an assertive online personality.”
He’s an rather sinister overgrown school-bully in his forties who loves being able to dominate immature fanboys because he can string four words together and has some vague connection to the programme. Worse, he thinks he is SO totally effing cool despite the fact that - as a Doctor Who fan - he, inherently, isn't. What an effing tool, he is.

“Rubbish. Absolute rubbish. I only gave it 1/5 cos there wasn't a 0 option.”
I didn't particularly like it this week.

“Fantastic! Best of the best, I only gave it 5/5 cos there wasn't a 6 option.”
I thought it was quite good this week.

“Am I the only one that thinks that...?”
I'm clearly not the only one that thinks that... But you can bet that I'm probably in a very small minority.

“I'm not sure if anybody else has already mentioned this, but...”
I am far too lazy to read through sixty previous posts on this thread, despite the fact that ten of them are from people in my ignore file and another fifteen are one-liners from people who think they're pure-dead funny like that Topping berk, but, anyway here’s what I think.. Oh, several people HAVE already mentioned it? Well, what the hell, I’m going to mention it anyway because it's vitally important that you all hear what I have to say on the subject.

Outpost Gallifrey – Generalisations:

"Worst! Episode! Ever!"
Yes, I saw that episode of The Simpsons as well. And yes, I am aware that the character who said that line is supposed to be a parody of me, personally. Ironic, you say? Please explain further.

"That's 45 minutes of my life I'll never get back"
... on the other hand, if I hadn't been watching the episode, I'd just have been sitting in my gaff staring at the wall being miserable. So at least it's given me something to talk to other people about.

"It just goes to show, yet again, how poor [episode title] was."
I have become so obsessed with my deep and abiding loathing for a particular episode that I am forced to mention this fact in every single thread relating to any subject for the rest of the season and possibly well beyond.

“Most fans hated that episode.”
Most fans – who expressed a preference - actually liked that episode. I just can't bothered to check the poll at the top of this page.

“My friends all disliked that episode.”
Actually, I have no friends whatsoever but I thought that if I said I did on an Internet forum people might believe that I do and, as a consequence, talk to me.

“There is too much juvenile humour in New Who.”
I don't have any friends and therefore cannot appreciate that most people use humour to relate to others and alleviate difficult situations.

"That was awesome!"
I wear a baseball cap on, backwards.

“That episode was rubbish even though most critics liked it.”
Any old idiot can become a critic.

"This episode was vexatious and ill-conceived, too many plot points were left unexplained leading me to suspect that the writer was either being deliberately obtuse or is just plain incompetent.”
My day job is as a librarian which gives me lots of time to read big words in the dictionary. However, I'd really like to be a television critic - for one of the "quality" newspapers, of course - and am stunned that no one's ever asked me to do just that. In the evening, I strangle my pets...

Outpost Gallifrey – Conflict:

“You are, of course, correct. My mistake. Thanks for pointing that out.”
Satnfatnratnbatnsatnfatndickdastardly...

“You are, once again, absolutely correct to notice my elementary schoolboy error. Many apologies.”
Pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, bloody pick...

“Hey, that's no problem. We're all friends here, right?”
I'm gonna wait for you in the tall grass, Mister. I'm gonna stalk you and then one day, when you least except it, I'm gonna pick you up before you've even fallen down with THE most pithy and smart-Alec retort you've ever heard in your entire miserable life and you're gonna look about THAT big. And then who'll be laughing? Pffft, not you matey, that's for sure...

“We should all respect each other's opinions .”
EVERYBODY JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN TO ME!!!!

“I have to say, whilst not wishing to cast doubt upon the veracity of your claims that you could produce a better episode than RTD, you haven't said exactly what sort of television experience you, yourself have.”
Oh, I see. So you're the Big-Brained-Fucking-Expert on all things telly around these parts? Okay then, Big Boy, whaddya've got?

“I sincerely doubt that.”
I have an O level pass in Advanced Smugness.

"You are the voice of reason. An oasis of sanity in a desert of madness. My compliments."
Thank Christ for that, someone has finally had the outright good sense to agree with me. I was getting really worried there for a moment. Will you marry me and have my babies?

“A little harsh, I feel.”
If we were in a pub, you'd be picking up your teeth off the floor right now.

“That really isn't very nice.”
If we were in a pub, they'd be loading you into the ambulance right now.

“I don't wish to seem dismissive of your views, which are obviously sincerely held...”
Pffft! You utter wanker!

“It hurts me to say this, but...”
It completely delights me to say this, but...

“To an extent, you're correct. But…”
You are completely and totally correct in every way except one which I'm now going to drone on and on about for a few hundred words until everybody forgets that I've, essentially, conceded the rest of the argument to you.

"Okay, well let's just agree to disagree on that one.”
I'm losing this argument badly - can we just stop now without me losing too much face?

“I'm entitled to my opinion.”
I really didn't think about that previous post, at all, did I?

“You have every right to your own opinions just as I have every right to mine.”
Thank you for your timely reminder of what "Ignore Files" are for.

“You can't post anything negative on here without being jumped on.”
I posted an opinion on a forum and someone disagreed with it.

“I can't post on this forum without RTD's feckless thugs ganging up on me!”
I posted an opinion on a forum and several people disagreed with it.

“This forum is full of RTD fanboys who like any old rubbish that he gives them.”
I posted and opinion on a forum and several people disagreed with it which upset me because it physically hurts me when people like things that I don't.

“You're trying to shout me down!”
You are disagreeing with me. And you're actually making pretty good counter-arguments.

“My opinions are being dismissed! Ever heard of free speech?!”
I have no idea what the concept of "free speech" actually entails.

“I am right and I will be proved right in the end.”
Are you looking at me in a funny way? Right. You. Outside. Now!

“That's it! I've had enough! I'm leaving!”
I appear to have lost the argument. My next port of call will be to re-register myself under a different screen-name in a few days and start the same argument all over again in the hope that I’ll win second time around. If that doesn’t work, I’ve got a third alias already sorted.

"This is the first time I have ever posted onto this forum."
This is the first time I have posted onto this forum using this particular screen-name. You'll be hearing a lot more from me. Though not, necessarily, using this particular screen-name.

Outpost Gallifrey – The "I Can’t Be Arsed" Section:

“Fixed that for you.”
I can't be arsed to type a proper reply, it's so much quicker to edit your original post into something humorous or slightly risqué.

“Quoted for truth.”
I can't be arsed to type any reply at all.

"What He said."
I also can't be arsed to type any reply at all.

“I can't believe you just posted that.”
I can't be arsed to read this thread properly so I missed the first poster trying to be ironic. And even if I had realised that, I wouldn't have got it anyway since I don't have a sense of humour of any description. Why are you laughing at me?

"Whatever!"
I can't be arsed to come up with a witty retort to that last post so I'm just going to use "whatever!" instead.

Self-Aggrandisement and Reflected Glory:

“The last time I talked to Steven Moffett he told me about this idea he had for a story where...”
I have never talked to Steven Moffat. See, I can't even spell his name properly. However, I was once in the same pub as him. I smiled at him and he backed away nervously.

“... and I think Paul Cornell was there at time if I remember correctly.”
… Paul Cornell was also there. He was, also, backing away nervously.

“I remember talking to Paul Cornell in the Fitzroy once and he said...”
I KNOW PAUL CORNELL! HE'S MY BESTEST MATE, HE IS. BOW DOWN BEFORE ME ALL YOU PLEBS, YOU ARE NOT WORTHY OF BREATHING THE SAME AIR AS ME.

"Somebody really should have a quiet word in Russell's ear about stuff like this."
I have a massively inflated sense of my own importance and how much weight my opinions carry in certain circles.

The New Series:

"Wow! I am totally speechless. That has to be, like, the greatest single bit of television drama that has ever been made!"
Wow! I am clearly *not* speechless since I was able to form a relatively coherent sentence there (well, as close I can get to a relatively coherent sentence, anyway). However, equally clearly, I have never seen I Claudius, The Singing Detective, Talking to a Stranger, The Year of the Sex Olympics, State of Play, Our Friends in the North (despite Eccleston and Daniel Craig being in it), Blue Remembered Hills, Scum, Ready When You Are Mr McGill, House of Cards, Edge of Darkness, Auf Wiedersehen Pet or, even the 1980 Christmas episode of Shoestring. I have, on the other hand, seen 'The Aztecs'. But that was in black and white and was just four episodes of people talking in cod-Shakespeare accents. Nevertheless, despite this I am still sticking to my laughably sweeping statement that an episode of Doctor Who surpasses every single bit of television ever made by anyone. Ever. In the whole world. Bar none.

“Doctor Who these days is not a patch on the Classic series.”
Girls like it. Urgh! It can't be any good if girls like it.

“Why did the last scene have to ruin it?”
I loved 98% of this episode.

“I have just watched what can only be described as THE worst episode of Doctor Who that I have ever witnessed in all my life. Bar none. How can this complete drivel be acceptable to anyone? Fellow fans, I urge you, join with me in a campaign to rid ourselves of this plague that calls itself RTD.”
Never post angry.

"Enough, already."
I watch a lot of American sitcoms and believe that talking like a New York Jew is really cool even though I am from Stoke-on-Trent myself.

"It hasn't been the same since Ecclestone left."
Despite watching thirteen episodes featuring the award-winning, large-eared Northern actor, I still cannot get close to spelling his surname correctly.

"I was not overly impressed."
I bastard-well hated it.

“I genuinely wish I'd enjoyed it, but I didn't.”
I genuinely enjoy being dismissive and trite as often as possible.

“If the show carries on like this, I won't be watching again.”
Wild horses wouldn't stop me from tuning in next week.

“I, for one, will not be watching next week...”
I, for one, will definitely be watching next week. And, moaning about the episode in the Rate thread at least five minutes before the end...

“Do you plan to boycott Season Four?”
217 days before the transmission of a television series, would you care to discuss - at perfectly enormous length - the pros and cons of whether you intend to watch it or not. Even though we both know it's more likely that pigs will fly than you'll miss a single second once it's on.

“OMG Feema Agueman was so bad wens Roze coming back? LOL.”
I fancy Billie Piper but have forgotten how to work the DVD player, and I can't read, so I don't know what else she might be in.

“I will never watch 'Love & Monsters' again as long as I live!!!!!!!”
I actually watched 'Love & Monsters' last week and, for most of it, forgot that I was supposed to hate it.

“The Doctor should have more gravitas.”
I am too lazy to read any serious literature.

“Nu Who is way too soapy.”
I don't watch soap-operas and, therefore, have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about. And I cannot spell the word ‘new’ either. I also sometimes have trouble with other words like ‘for’, ‘you’ and ‘too’.

“The constant references to Bad Wolf/Torchwood/Saxon lacked subtlety.”
I managed to spot one of these references myself without having to read about it on Wikipedia the following day. I felt like a God as a result.

“Why can't we see more alien planets?”
I have no concept of the economics of television production.

“Robert Holmes must be turning in his grave.”
I specialise in making tasteless and inappropriate comments about dead former members of the Doctor Who production team.

“Robert Holmes would never have written fart gags.”
I have clearly never paid any attention to a single story written by Robert Holmes.

“I wish they would get rid of all these pathetic pop-culture references which will age so quickly.”
I have absolutely no idea who or what they are talking about when they make these references and that makes me feel desperately uncool.

“If I recall correctly...”
Who the Hell am I kidding? I ALWAYS recall correctly. I can remember the Logopolitan code for restoring the TARDIS down to the last hexadecimal. But I don't want everyone here to think I'm, like, really Sad or anything.

“The dialogue in that scene was nothing but a massive info-dump.”
I am an expert in every line of every script of every Doctor Who episode ever broadcast and, consequently, I resent the fact that writers consider it necessary to explain things like continuity to people who are less dedicated than I am.

“I want Sally Sparrow to be the next companion/ the Ice Warriors in Season Four/ An explanation of the Time War/ Paul McGann to come back/ A sequel to Mawdryn Undead...”
I want a pony! Please, please, please, Santa, can I have a pony? Pleeeeeaassseeeeee?

“It just isn't Doctor Who as I know it.”
It just isn't my nostalgic memories of whatever bit of Doctor Who happened to be on when I was eight years old and, as a consequence, extremely impressionable.

”Doctor Who shouldn't spend so much time on present day Earth.”
Jon who?

“Forty five minutes isn't long enough for a Doctor Who story.”
I really miss having two episodes worth of corridor scenes in every story.

“All stories should be two parters.”
No, really - I only used to watch the show for the corridor scenes.

“I love DW for its flexible format.”
Every episode of this show should be set in Victorian or Edwardian England, with the Doctor wearing period clothes. And with a really fit bird by his side.

“Bad Wolf? Torchwood? Mr Saxon? What’s all that about then?”
Most of my contemporaries watch brave, complex, challenging and impressive television series like Lost, The West Wing and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, yet I still can't get my head around the idea of season-long plot threads.

“They should make the seasons shorter so they've got enough money to make the show in HD.”
I've just bought an Hi Def telly and I want to boast about it. I feel a bit of a twit, actually, because nothing I want to watch is broadcast in HD yet.

“People who find fault with New Who are WRONG, not to mention STUPID!”
I become almost psychotic when confronted with people who don't think exactly the same as me because I'm always RIGHT. That’s why I spell out words in capital letters occasionally.

"I don't understand why everyone likes 'Blink' so much, it didn't do anything for me."
What the Hell that all THAT about? Bor-ring. Where was the Doctor? Or the Daleks? I didn't like it. Can I have an ice cream?

“The windows in the TARDIS are the wrong size. If they can't get something simple like that right, then what hope is there?”
I get worried about the little things in life. This is because I wish to avoid dealing with the important stuff. Please don't distract me from my obsessions - you wouldn't like me when I'm angry.

“I love the new series, unlike all of those dreadful NA-loving naysayers.”
I have never read any of the Virgin or BBC Doctor Who novels of the 1990s. However, I once had a brief argument with someone who had which has lead me to the firm conclusion that everyone connected with both ranges and everyone who read them are militantly opposed to the new series. This, despite the fact that several of the authors and many of the readers of these books who post on this board are amongst the new series' most vocal and eloquent supporters, a number of authors work on the show itself and one of them is the Executive Producer.

“The next book they ought to adapt is The Eight Doctors.”
I am quite insane.

“They should get Adam Rickett in as the new Doctor or, failing that, his assistant.”
My name is Sparacus. You will remember it.

"If someone had told me, three years ago, that Doctor Who would be getting eight million viewers and would be the cornerstone of the BBCs Saturday night drama policy, I'd have laughed in their faces."
I was highly sceptical that a seemingly tired and jaded 1960s TV format could survive and flourish in the massively changed world of the 21st Century. I was hugely wrong and I am delighted to have been so. Parrrr-tae!

The New Series and Sex:

“Why do the Doctor's companions love him all a sudden? In the old series they never had any sign of romance.”
I've never watched a single episode featuring Jamie. Or Jo. Or Sarah. Or Romana. Or Grace. Etc...

“The Doctor shouldn't kiss people he meets on his travels. That's so passe.”
I've never told anyone this, but I'm a little uncomfortable with my body.

“Why does RTD have to put something camp in every episode?”
I am worried that people at work might think that because I am a Doctor Who fan, I am also gay. Which I’m not.

“RTD cannot write to save his life.”
I have never seen anything else that Russell Davies has ever written apart from Doctor Who. Didn’t he write something about poufs? I wouldn’t watch that. I’m not gay, I’m straight, me. Have I mentioned, recently, that I’m straight? Because, I am. Totally.

“RDT is DESTROYING the show with his GAY AGENDA and FORCED HUMOUR.”
I keep dreaming about bare-chested sailors rubbing baby oil on themselves and I'm really quite worried about it. Because I’m straight, do you hear? Straight! Completely straight!

"The reactions of those girls on the Whogasm video were embarrassingly over the top."
Girls never make those sorts of noises when I'm around. Why is that? And what's an "orgasm" anyway?

“I loathe all the 'Dancing' references in Stephen Moffett's scripts.”
I am 29 years old and still a virgin. Girls won't look at me and this makes me really unhappy. Sometimes I sit in the flat I share with my aged mother and cry myself to sleep. Oh why, oh why, oh why don't nice girls like me? Sure I've got acne and body odour and a very small penis but, it's the personality that counts, right? That’s what my mother always tells me. And I've got every single bit of Doctor Who merchandise ever released, that should be a conversation starter, shouldn't it? Oh, and I cannot spell Steven Moffat either.

“By making the Doctor explicitly heterosexual, Russell T Davies has taken away a role model for anyone who is uncertain about their sexuality.”
I find it utterly impossible to identify with someone who doesn't fancy exactly the same people I do. And I certainly don't see any inherent contradiction between this and simultaneously complaining about sex being too important in Doctor Who.

“RTD has completely emasculated Doctor Who. I hate the way he's made the Doctor go around falling in love and having sex.”
I'm either trying too hard to be knowingly clever or I genuinely don't know what the word “emasculate” means.

“Sex does not belong in Doctor Who. There should be no hanky panky in the TARDIS.”
I had a strict Catholic upbringing and, as a consequence, have an A level in Guilt. I did, however, enjoy that bit in 'Last of the Timelords' where Captain Jack was all chained up. Odd, that.

"What will the Doctor do with his hand?"
A serious question about future series continuity but I'm going to dress it up as a bit of good old fashioned sexual innuendo.

"Who do you think took the Master's ring?”
See above.

Jumping the Shark:

“The show has Jumped the Shark.”
I didn't like the latest episode. And, since everyone else on the Internet uses this dreadfully crass and loaded phrase – even though most of them don’t have the slightest idea of what it actually means - and it sounds SO cool, I want in.

“Has Doctor Who Jumped The Shark?“
I am either too lazy or too self-absorbed to have noticed all of the other threads with exactly the same title posted over the last three years when I ask this question. (See also RTD Must Go!)

Russell T Davies:

“RTD Must Go!”
I never said a bad thing about Jon Nathan-Turner. Honestly. No, really…

"What's with RTD and his Gay Agenda???!!!"
I resent the fact that Doctor Who is representative of the audience that watches it including all groups from today's society without the ignorant prejudices of my youth. Please return me to the 1970s where I was far happier watching It Ain’t Half Hot Mum, Danny LaRue and Larry Grayson.

"What's with RTD and the constant TOKENISM in Doctor Who? They should do some RESEARCH!!!"
I'm complaining chiefly about the fact that a black person was cast as an extra in scenes set in Elizabethan England or 18th Century France. This is clearly unrealistic because everyone knows that everyone in Europe at that time was Caucasian white. Obviously. Also obviously, I am claiming this without having carried out any research of my own into the subject. Research that would have proven me completely wrong. Please return me to the 1970s where I was far happier watching Love Thy Neighbour, Alf Garnett and Bernard Manning.

“RTD is only interested in a ceaseless quest for popularity and ratings.”
I would much prefer it if Doctor Who were made exclusively for an audience of one. Me.

“RTD shouldn't ignore the long term fans.”
I wasn't paying attention when UNIT, K9, Sarah, Gallifrey, The Time Lords, Axons, Sea Devils, Davros, the Cybermen, artron energy, isomorphic controls etc. were mentioned and/or seen.

“RTD doesn't understand Doctor Who.”
Russell T Davies has just contradicted my carefully worked out fan-fiction arc and I'm sulking about it.

“Actually, I am a writer, so I do have some professional insight into what RTD is doing wrong.”
I'm 34 and once had a poem published in my school magazine when I was 11. It's still in a frame on my wall.

“I can't wait until RTD steps down as show-runner.”
I am going to be painfully reminded of the old truism “be careful what you wish for, it might just come true” if we get saddled with Chris Chibnall in 2009.

“Davies is now so well-insulated in his own little Doctor Who bunker that he's no longer capable of seeing things from the audience's point of view.”
I'm conveniently forgetting that all major decisions that Russell makes will be taken in conjunction with Julie Gardner and Phil Collinson and will have the additional blessing of other executives within the BBC.

"A joke thread blaming all of the world's ills on RTD has got over 1,000 replies on Outpost Gallifrey."
None of us know what to do with ourselves on Saturday evenings anymore. Seriously, it's a big problem...

"Why does RTD use so much pop music in Doctor Who?"
I am a Young Person but I wish to look culturally superior to the rest of those plebs that I am unfortunate enough to go to school with.

“That was just lazy writing.”
RTD never replied to a single one of the numerous letters and script suggestions I sent to him, despite the fact that I wrote them in green ink, drew little Daleks in the margins and wrote "I Wuv You the Mostest, Baby" on the back of the envelopes before dousing them in Lynx "Forbidden Fruit" aftershave and personally delivering them to the BBC reception. Okay, yes, I was escorted off the premises the second time. And the third. And every time thereafter. And, yes, I do currently have a restraining order which forbids me to go within fifty yards of any Doctor Who-related personnel. But in no way can my regular offensive online comments about Russell's writing ability and sexuality be considered the jealous rantings of an infantile obsessive.

“I want Steven Moffat to take over.”
... So that I can find something new to complain about.

“RTD has raped my childhood.”
I started watching the Tom Baker episodes four years ago on UK Gold and don't think much of the new series.

Catherine Tate:

“Catherine Tate? I shall boycott Season Four.”
Catherine Tate? Excellent! I shall watch all of Season Four with preconceived ideas and then come onto Outpost Gallifrey each Saturday night during the Spring of 2008 and tell everybody who is interested - and anybody who isn't, for that matter - how much I disliked it. How it was "wretched", "childish", "embarrassing", "cringeworthy", full of RTD's "Gay Agenda" and how he and Catherine Tate have, personally, "raped my childhood". And then I’ll feel much better.

“I can’t even begin to describe how angry I am about the casting of Catherine Tate.”
I know that my country took part in what may well be considered an illegal war in Iraq, as a consequence of which people are still dying every hour; I know that we live daily with the terrifying threat of Intercontinental terrorism; I know that global warming poses a significant threat to all life on this planet; but what has really moved me to sign an Internet petition and vent my impotent fury, publicly, is “an actress getting a job.” I hate everyone in the entire world, including myself.

“When I first heard about the casting of Catherine Tate I was utterly horrified. On further reflection, however, I realised that it could actually be a good thing. Or possibly a bad thing. Or maybe something in between. However, I think the best thing for me to do is write out a 2,000 word list of all the Pros and Cons on the subject that I can think of so you can all see how balanced and fair I'm being.”
I am somewhat indecisive, positively love the sound of my own voice, and have Asperger's Syndrome.

“Jon Pertwee.”
An actor who - at the time he was cast in Doctor Who - was chiefly known for his comic characterisations with wide popular appeal. A masterstroke of casting which reinvigorated the show.

“Catherine Tate.”
An actress who - at the time she was cast in Doctor Who - was chiefly known for her comic characterisations with wide popular appeal. A mistake of quite apocalyptic proportions that will, I predict, kill off the show for good.

"Catherine Tate has neither the range nor the talent to contribute to Doctor Who."
The only things I have ever seen Catherine Tate in are 'The Runaway Bride' and a handful of sketches from The Catherine Tate Show. Which I didn't like.

"I am starting a petition to stop Catherine Tate becoming the new companion. We might have time to get enough signatures."
I have no earthly understanding of how TV production companies work and would possibly look touchingly naïve if what I was trying to do wasn't quite so self-centred, mean-spirited and downright malicious.

"The petition is going very well."
We've had about four hundred replies so far at least a quarter of which are from people, reasonably, pointing out that those who have signed up to this petition really need to have a good hard look at perspective and what's actually important in life. Signatories may also like to ponder on the question of why it is that they are the butt of jokes by others who will have every right to feel both morally and intellectually superior to them after this ill-conceived and pointless malarkey. For the three hundred or so posters who are - seemingly - SERIOUS, here are some tips: Firstly, if you expect to have things like petitions taken seriously then you need a hell of lot more signatures than you've currently got or, indeed, are likely to get. Secondly, you should also think about acquiring a cause that people actually give a bugger about because, to be honest, "an actress that I have problems with being hired to a TV show I like" genuinely isn't on most people's list of things worth the time and trouble of supporting. And, lastly, much better spelling than you've got would also help. We'd tell you all to "get a life" but, actually thinking about it, you've all got one. It's just a hollow and rather lonely and sad one. Do you think a pet would help?

Kylie Minogue:

“Kylie Bloody Minogue!”
Oh crap. They've cast a 21st Century icon in Doctor Who. They're gonna get ten million plus for the Christmas episode. Now, nobody will listen to me when I say it's rubbish. And I don’t like the fact that RTD has cast her in the first place because I am aggressively heterosexual. Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na ... STOP IT!

Ratings/Audience Appreciation Index Figures:

“The ratings, audience share, AI figures, BAFTA awards and critical acclaim that the new series receives all suggest that you're wrong.”
Ha! Ha! Ha! I - and eight million other people - like new Doctor Who and you don't. For the first time in my entire life I'm in the majority and it's absolutely BRILLIANT. I can take the piss out of glakes like you and other people will queue up to support me without getting on my case. It's like all of my birthdays have come at once.

“We're all doomed! Aaaaaaaaaaarghhhh!!!!”
Yesterday was a bright sunny day in mid-June and a handful of people decided to record Doctor Who and watch it later instead of watching it live because they were having a barbecue in their garden and, as a consequence the ratings this week went down by a few.

“I was very disappointed this week's episode only got 6.8 million ratings and an audience share of 36.2%, a decrease of last week's figures.”
I have absolutely no idea how ratings or audience share actually works but didn't someone tell me that the Morecambe & Wise Show once got 27 million or something?

“I thik 7 millon is a very poor rating figwr (sp?) I dont get this exuse just coz the wethers gud ppl wont wacth it lol”
According to my user profile I am an 18 year old "student". However my spelling, punctuation and general lack of anything approaching common sense suggest that this is, in reality, a complete lie. Actually, I am either twelve and need a good slapping or sixteen and desperately need a boyfriend/girlfriend. I also, clearly, should be spending a lot less time posting on Outpost Gallifrey and a lot more time at my place of education.

“High ratings do not equal quality.”
I'm appalled that lots of people are suddenly watching and enjoying the programme. Doctor Who used to be a cornerstone of my cherished outsider persona which allowed me to feel smug and superior towards the proles. I can’t do that anymore and it rilly pisses me off.

“The AI figures and ratings mean nothing.”
I don't get it; how come some many people liked it so much?

“Awards mean nothing.”
I don't get it; how come so many professionals liked it so much?

“The AI figures don't prove that the episode was any good.”
I really wish I could say that "most people hated it" without being proved wrong by statistics. But, unfortunately, I can’t.

Science and Doctor Who:

"That’s just bad science.”
I am unable to suspend my disbelief long enough to enjoy fictional TV drama.

“I didn't like 'Last of the Time Lords' because the Doctor's supposed to be a scientist and shouldn't use magic or stuff that's not explained properly.”
I believe that all of the science in the Classic Series was 100% accurate. And, to prove it, I have constructed a working time-flow analogue out of wine corks and forks. And, I know it works because the Master's TARDIS has never dematerialised next to me.

“The first rule of science fiction is: You do not rewind time.”
Yes, I am *still* very bitter that no one has begged me to write for the new series.

“The science in the show should be more accurate. ‘The Impossible Planet’ proved that nobody on this show knows anything about black holes.”
I have a degree in astrophysics, which I like to boast about when I’m on the Internet, and I can drop words like "glonthometer", "floccinaucinihilipilification", "uncopywriteable" and "pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis" into the conversation. Yet people always shuffle away from me at parties for some strange reason that I haven't been able to fathom yet. I am clearly unaware that the entire premise of this programme that I've been watching since childhood is one that features a spaceship disguised as a 1950s police telephone box that is bigger on the inside than it is on the outside and can travel through time piloted by an alien who has two hearts and can change his physical appearance each time the actor playing him gets nervous about typecasting.

“I am fed up of things happening in Doctor Who without proper explanation.”
Technobabble always makes me feel much smarter.

Politics and Doctor Who:

“I am very uncomfortable with Doctor Who being used as a political soapbox.”
I vote Tory and step over beggars in the street.

“I'm really not sure I like the idea of a black companion. Not that I'm racist, of course. God, no - the first record I ever bought was a Bob Marley single.”
Bloody Nora, darkie postman, darkie centre forwards, darkie Doctor Who companions... where the Hell's it all gonna end? Mother, have you finished ironing my hood, yet? I'm supposed to be meeting the lads in half an hour for a lynching.

Torchwood:

“Torchwood is marvellous gritty drama.”
I'm sure that 'gritty' means *something*, so I'll just use it for any programme where the regulars wear black, swear casually and have lesbian sex.

“Torchwood was rubbish.”
I thought Torchwood was going to be like Doctor Who and have Daleks and Cybermen and Sarah Jane and K9 and The Doc and the TARDIS in it and keep me amused during the autumn while there was no Doctor Who on BBC1. Instead it was completely different and I feel totally let down. RTD Must Go!

Spoilers:

“I don't know how much faith to put in this, right, but a mate of mine who works at the BBC has just told me that...”
I am madly excited that I might have got the first news about a major (and, by that, I mean Brigadier-General) spoiler for the new season. But at the same time I am also shitting myself that my mate - who works in photocopying for BBC Radio Rutland - is simply pulling my tiddler and I’m going to end up looking like a proper Charlie. So, I'm totally hedging my bets here, all right?

"I've heard, unofficially, that RTD, David, Freeyma and Phil are all leaving at the end of Season Four."
I believe literally everything that I read in tabloid newspapers. Even the contradictory stuff.

Miscellaneous:

“I have just watched what can only be described as THE worst episode of Doctor Who that I have ever witnessed in all my life. How can this drivel be acceptable to anyone? Fellow fans, I urge you to join with me in a campaign to rid ourselves of this plague that calls itself RTD. I’ve started a petition…”
Damn, that reminds me, I should have picked up my repeat prescription this morning.

“The First Series Boxset was a clever and innovative packaging design that worked well at being eye-catching and selling the show to HMV-browsers.”
I bought the TARDIS boxset and I'm bitter about the slimline re-issue, but I'll be damned before I'll admit I was wrong.

“A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds. Ralph Waldo Emerson.”
Someone has just noticed that a post of mine contradicted a post I made two weeks ago about never watching Catherine Tate or Torchwood again.

“Talent borrows, genius Steals. Oscar Wilde.”
I bought a Smiths single once and found this scratched into the inner groove. I've been waiting twenty two years to use it somewhere. No, I don't know what relevance it has to the matter in hand either.

"An Open Letter to..."
I am too cheap to buy a stamp and too full of a towering sense of my own importance to realise that nobody in the whole world wants to hear my pointless views. About anything.

"Doctor Who Confidential is too full of people being smug and self-satisfied about how great they are."
Doctor Who Confidential is full of people who are perfectly entitled to feel smug and self-satisfied about how great they are.

"Doctor Who Magazine is too positive about the new Doctor Who and too afraid to say anything negative."
For some strange reason I had the certain expectation that an officially licenced magazine would put the boot into the show that it covers. I was totally shocked and stunned when that didn't happen.

"It was in the Sun and the Sun has a pretty good record when it comes to Doctor Who exclusives."
I am conveniently forgetting all of the stories that they got completely wrong, and all of the other stories that they got partially right but mostly wrong. So, when exactly IS Zöe Lucker going to be appearing as the Rani, then?

“The CGI was poor.”
I watch far too many multi-million dollar Hollywood action films and my palate has become jaded.

“It’s disappointing that Television Without Pity aren't covering Doctor Who any more. I really looked forward to Jacob's recaps.”BUGGER! My dissertation on "Literary and Mythic Themes in Doctor Who" is only two-thirds finished and now I've got nothing to rip-off.

“The Doctor is a surrogate father-figure - not only for the companions but, also, the audience.”
I read Sylvia Plath for English A-level ... I never said I passed, mind.

“Adam will return as Davros - FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE!”
Yes, I do still quote entire Monty Python sketches at student parties... how could you possibly know that?

“That bit was completely ripped-off from Star Wars.”
I believe that the world began in 1977.

“That bit was completely ripped-off from Buffy.”
It's a little known fact that Joss Whedon actually invented not only television, but also the Internet.

“I think James Marsters would be a brilliant choice for the next Doctor.”
I am twelve and have only ever seen one other television show in my life.

“I think Anthony Head would be a brilliant choice for the next Master.”
I have such a limited imagination that any time anybody starts a thread about future potential casting, I always mention the same four or five actors. Because I am completely unable to disassociate them from the roles that they previously played in TV series that I liked. See also "I think Alyson Hannigan would be a brilliant choice for the next companion."

“Doctor Who is totally phat, large, wicked and fly, innit guy?”
I'm clearly in the wrong forum, I was looking for http://www.whiteguyscantrap.com/

"I have the Loyhargil! Nothing in the world can stop me now!"
... Nope, sorry. No idea whatsoever. Wouldn't even like to hazard a guess.

“It is completely unrealistic to show so many mixed race couples in Doctor Who.”
... And, that’s a big shout out to all the other OG'ers in Alabama... Yee-haw.

“Unworthy of the diamond logo.”
I read The Discontinuity Guide and loved the way that Paul Cornell casually dropped Mark Gatiss's name in the introduction.

“That’s a Retcon.”
I own the Discontinuity Guide and About Time vols 1-5. I also watch the new series. I can't stand the confusion in my mind!

“That definitely wasn't a Retcon or a Continuity Error.”
I wrote the Discontinuity Guide, baby. I make the rules in this house!

“I think it’s totally brilliant that some of the writers post on here.”
Will you be my friend, Steven? Please? I'm your biggest fan...

“Hi, I’m Steven Moffat.”
I AM THE LORD THY GOD, THOU SHALT WORSHIP NO OTHER GODS BEFORE ME!

"As someone mentioned, earlier on in this thread..."
This discussion has been going on for eleven bloody pages, all weekend, and I've read every single post. I've also got a post of my own on every page. I've wasted both Saturday and Sunday pressing F5 every half hour on an Internet forum. And, as the thread shows no sign of ending anytime soon, I'll probably be wasting every spare second next week at work doing the same (and hoping my boss doesn't catch me). And I'm in my forties. Pity me.

“The Wholly Unofficial Outpost Gallifrey Ratings, Audience Share, AI and “future of Doctor Who” FAQ.”
Why on earth do I bother every week? Nobody reads the sodding thing anyway and there will undoubtedly be at least three of these questions asked within the first five pages of the thread after which I will oh-so-bloody-politely refer the questioner back to this post, all the whilst picturing their despairing faces as I squeeze the worthless life from their pathetic little, acne-ridden, specky, anorak-wearing bodies. I never get a lie-in on a Sunday morning you know? I dunno here I am, brain the size of an Adidas Telstar and I’m stuck here with you lot answering the same inane question about whether 6.8 million is “any good or not” every week. I taught Paul Cornell everything he knows, me. And I was the first author who wasn’t Terrence Dicks named on the cover of a BBC Doctor Who novel. All right, it was a crap one, but still … Sorry, what was the question again?

"I'm so glad that you enjoyed my latest blog entry and that you wanted to put a link to it on your site. It's very flattering."
YOU LIKE ME?! YOU *REALLY*, *REALLY* LIKE ME?!!!

“This will completely ruin Season Four.”
I am Nostradamus. I predict that the 4:20 at Chepstow will be won by a horse.

“I'll bet this episode is going to be no good.”
I backed a horse at twenty-to-one. It came in at ten-to-four. Nah, lisshun...

“Celebrity fan.”
Some bolshy self-aggrandising ginger gobshite who had four thoroughly wretched novels published in the 1990s which were read by semi-literate glakes. And, who's spent the decade since making a career out of talking bollocks, loudly, about Doctor Who. See, also, Topping, Keith.

With many sincere thanks to:
Elephant (who started the whole thing off), Duckbutcher, The Other, IRS Walker, Paperback Writer, Lee Ratbag, Nick Barlow, Rich T, Northern Doctor, Duncan P, Gamma, Callufrac Clockmaker, Doc Filth, Paul Jennings, KrimsonGray, Coriander, Querulous Quirk, Crayola of Doodah, The Phantom Piper, The Revolutionist, Affirmation, Chronologix, Abslom Daak, The Molk, Dalek Warhol, Corek, Jon Blum, Laura Potter, L'Enfuntchi, Nastally, Captain J, Skywise, Jon 'Pick, Pick, Pick' Arnold, Debbie Williams, Rob Stickler, Graeme Raj Kaputni, wiccaman Imbolc Fire, Johnstone666, Starrfire, Rumleech, Easter Lily, James Lindsay, Miles Hamer and everyone else who contributed to the seminal Fan's Phrasebook thread. And an especially big shout-out to the divine Anna Pickard at the Gruniad for taking us to a wider audience. And, of course, finally, an extra-special thanks to our spiritual God, Sparacus. Without whom …

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Another Month, Another Book Club

This is, again, a public service announcement, with guitars.
Recent additons to the MP3 player include:
Amjid Ali Khan - Raga Bapu Nauns
Basement Jaxx - Red Alert
Beirut - Brandenburg
The Birthday Party - Release the Bats
B-Movie - Remembrance Day
Johnny Cash - Personal Jesus
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - Stagger Lee
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - Deanna/Oh Happy Day
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - Jack the Ripper
Catatonia - Mulder & Scully
Elvis Costello & the Attractions - Lovers Walk
The Cure - A Forest
Darts - It's Raining
james - Johnny Yen
james - Chain Mail
james - Burned (all three on account of finally having tracked down One Man Clapping on CD)
Killing Joke - Follow the Leader
Orange Juice - A Sad Lament
Orange Juice - Bridge
Orbital - The Moebius
The Ruts - In a Rut
Scissors Sisters - Take Your Mama Out
Patti Smith - Horses
The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends
This Mortal Coil - Song to the Siren
Neil Young - Tonite's the Night

And now, the important stuff for the month: Last night's Book Club - episode twenty for those keeping notes - is, as of this moment, available on Listen Again. Go here and click on the July link.
The books featured are:-
Andrew Marr - A History Of Modern Britain (MacMillan)
John Major - More Than A Game (Harper Collins)
Ann Widdecombe - Father Figure (Orion)
Daniel Blythe - This Is The Day (Allison & Busby)
Hugh McManners - Forgotten Voices Of The Falklands (Ebury Press)
Don DeLillo - Falling Man (Picador)

Meanwhile my exceptionally talented mucker Jeff Hart, whom you all should know through his seminal work with Jeff Hart & The Ruins and The Brown Mountain Lights - is currently playing in a Neil Young tribute band, the splendidly named Young Neil & The Damage Done(!)
Rehearsal MP3s of some of their oeuvre are currently available on Jeff's MySpace site. Check 'em out ... Keith Telly Topping can't wait for their version of 'Revolution Blues'.


Friday, June 29, 2007

Making The Stand

So, just how brilliant is this, dear blog reader? Mika Brzezinski, we salute you. You go, girl.
If only a few other broadcasters had the same standards about what's actually important and newsworthy in this day and age and what is crass tittle-tattle and utter nonsense which is of no earthly relevance to anyone or anything.

Bloody Paris Hilton, I mean who actually gives a damn? There's a war going on, that's news. Some spoilt rich girl getting twenty days in the slammer because she seemingly believes laws don't apply to her, genuinely, isn't. This blogger expects Mika will probably get taken to the woodshed for a good, hard, over-the-knee spanking over her comments by her lickerty-split bosses at MSNBC. Come to England love, it's the land of proper journalism, you'll fit in like a glove over here.

How I Came To Be, Part The Second


Good looking family that. Mine, as it happens. This was 27 June 1942 and yer actual Keith Telly Topping's mum and dad's wedding at Walker Parish Church. As previously mentioned a couple of times in past blog updates, this blogger been doing a lot of genealogy over the last year or so. I've somewhat let it slip in recent months as work (and other ephemera) have got in the way but a couple of recent e-mails pointing me in new directions that I hadn't previously known about have managed to reignite the flame.

So, the lineage goes something like this:-
My parents were (and, in my mother's case, still were) Thomas Topping (B. Walker 1918. D. 1991) and Lily Lamb (B. Walker 1920). My grandparents are, also, relatively easy to reel off: Andrew Topping (B. Walker 1890, D. 1952) and Bridget Gollaglee (B. West Hartlepool, 1893, D. 1972) on one side and Andrew George Lamb (B. Elswick, 1896, D. 1973) and Elizabeth MacKay Elliott (B. Walker, 1895, D. 1973).
     Two generations back and the furthest from Newcastle this blogger has managed to get to is Hartlepool. It's not very exotic, is it? But then, at the great-grandparents stage, it starts to get a bit more interesting, at least geographically.

Thomas Topping (B. 1833, Crosby-On-Eden, Cumberland, D. 1915) and Margaret Dinnell McMillan (B. Mochrum, Wigtonshire, Scotland 1844, D. 1917) were my grandfather Topping's parents. And this is the first point at which things threaten to get a bit complicated with that old bane of most genealogist's lives, 'the second marriage.' It would seem that Tommy Topping (originally an apprentice blacksmith from Cumbria but, later a tradesman bricklayer and, ultimately, a self-employed house builder and shop owner in the East End of Newcastle) was twice married - firstly to a lady called Mary Robinson from Carlisle, by whom he had seven children. Then, after she died (of the 'fluence, apparently) in the mid-1870s, he remarried and had six further children, with Andrew, my grandfather, being the youngest. But the complicated malarkey doesn't stop there. His second wife - Maggie McMillan - was, herself, what they used to call 'a widow-woman.' She had previously been married to a man named Mister Arbuckle and had four children by that marriage (all of whom came to live with the Toppings and were, of course, half-siblings of my grandfather since they all shared the same mother). There will be further fun and games when it comes to the complexities of Margaret's background later.

Then, there is the second-generation-Irish connection: Edward Gollaglee (B. Stanton, West Hartlepool 1860, D. 1941 in Walkworth, Northumberland) and Sarah Gordon (B. Wolviston, County Durham 1858, D. 1907 in West Hartlepool) were my grandmother Bridget's parents. And here, we hit one of the great mysteries of my entire family tree. Edward Gollaglee was born Edward Gallagher, was married as Edward Gallagher and, indeed, on the 1891 census, just a couple of years before Bridget's birth, he was still calling himself Gallagher. And, so were his father and mother and his six brothers all of whom were living quite close to each other in Stanton. Suddenly, at some point during the early 1890s they all - more of less simultaneously - seemingly changed their name to Gollaglee (or, variants on it). Why, is another question entirely.

Edward's father, James Gallagher (more on whom later), presumably came over the Teeside from Ireland during the potato famine in the 1850s. The family speculation is that, perhaps, they thought Gallagher sounded 'too Irish' and, because much anti-Irish discrimination was taking place at this time (this was an era of perceived Irish sedition, after all) they simply changed their name to what was, essentially, an Anglicised version. The irony now, of course, is that whilst Gallagher has somewhat lost many of its Gaelic connotations (bless yer cotton socks, Liam and Noel, this blogger may well be your long lost cousin) on the other hand Gollaglee sounds about as Paddy as 'the bogs and the Little People.' Anyway, we'll get back to both Edward's parents and his wife, Sarah's, parents later.

Next, we come to a man who may well be one of this blogger's heroes: My grandfather Lamb's parents, Edward Lamb (B. Snape, Suffolk 1860, D. 1932 in Newcastle) and his wife, Mary Ann Mitchell (B. Great Yarmouth, Norfolk, 1863, D. 1939). So, here we have Edward Lamb. As we will discover later, he was the youngest child of an agricultural labourer from the Suffolk village of Snape (lovely place by the look of it - they've got a very nice village website. I must go there for a visit some time). Edward's grandfather was also an agricultural labourer and his father was an agricultural labourer and so on and so on probably back as far as The Domesday Book - the family name, alone, suggests they may have originally been shepherds. Edward was the youngest of fourteen children (or, fourteen who survived, anyway). Sometime around 1880, when he was twenty, he decided to up sticks and move. I don't know why - probably it was necessity for him. He may have realised that to follow his father's life would have been a dead-end and that he needed, if he wanted to make anything of himself, to go where the work was. Although I very much doubt he would have seen it in quite these terms, in his own small way, this man was as much of a visionary as Isambard Kingdom Brunel or Robert Stephenson concerning the way in which the world was changing. The Industrial Revolution was here and, like it or not, you had to adapt or you risked becoming moribund in society. So, Edward travelled to Great Yarmouth, met and married Mary Mitchell and their first two sons (this blogger's Great Uncles Bob and Ted) were born there in 1887 and 1889 respectively. Sometime between then and late 1890 when their daughter, Clara was born, the family had moved three hundred miles North to the grim terraced streets of Elswick in Newcastle's West End. There, Edward worked in William Armstrong's munitions factory on Scotswood Road. And, it was there - at 93 Maria Street, which still stands to this day - that in 1896, my grandfather Andrew Lamb, later a decorated war hero, was born. Without Edward deciding to move North, this blogger would never have been born. My grandfather would never have met my grandmother, simple as that. And, it is upon literally thousands of those kind of fleeting chance moments that the course of the lives of every single person on the planet is decided.

Tiny sidenote about the Lambs of Snape: Edward, as mentioned, was the youngest of fourteen children of a peasant farmer, William Lamb of Snape (he's actually described in the 1851 census as 'Pauper - Agricultural Labouror  [sic]'). William's eldest daughter, Eliza (twenty four years Edward's senior, born in 1836) married a local man, William Clouting who was, rather fabulously, a police constable (PC Clouting is an arrestable offence, these days, isn't it?) Sometime around 1865 Eliza and William moved to London (Aldgate, specifically) where William became one of the Metropolitan Scuffers. They had a couple of daughters, one of whom, Harriet, married another Peeler, Frank Jarman in 1888 and they and a son, set up home in Whitechapel in the East End. Now, what's the only thing that Whitechapel is even remotely famous for? Jack the Ripper (one point if you said that, minus fifteen if you said The Talons Of Weng-Chiang). And, when was Saucy Jack doing his naughty ripping stuff? The autumn of 1888. Frank, presumably, must have worked on the case. Isn't that brilliant? I'm only about six degrees of family separation removed from Jack The Ripper.

Right, back to the great grandparents. Lastly, we have my mum's mum's mum and dad John George Elliott (B. Walker, 1874, D. 1933) and Allison Gaylor Agnew (B. 1869, Hutchesontown, Glasgow D. 1936). They, along with just about everyone else on that side of my family, lived on Walker Road during the 1890s and 1900s. The 1901 census on numbers 61 to 75 (subsequently 1561 to 1575) Walker Road reveals people that are related to me in just about every house. You didn't move far to find a wife or husband in those days (unless you were Edward Lamb, seemingly), next door would usually do.

Great, great Grandparents: Sixteen of them and each one with, I imagine a story to tell: There's Thomas Topping (B. somewhere in Cumberland, circa 1791) and his wife Elizabeth Little (B. Lanercost, Cumberland, circa 1792). The Littles' were a family of blacksmiths in the area (Elizabeth's brother, Robert was, subsequently, a master blacksmith in Carlisle). One of their daughters, another Elizabeth, has three sons in the 1840s without, seemingly, ever marrying anyone? Gosh, I imagine there was quite a scandal there. One of her sons, John (born in 1844) did fantastically well for himself at the Carr's of Carlisle biscuit manufacturers, ending up in a management position. He never seems to have married but lived with a man named James Lawson - various described as 'boarder' and 'servant' on different censuses - for over thirty years. (I remember my dad telling me, many years ago, that we were, in some vague way, connected to the Carr family but he thought it was through a marriage).

Next we have Margaret's parents. James McMillan (B. Sorbie, Wigtownshire, Scotland 1824) and Mary Ann Kirby (B. Mochrum, Wigtownshire. 1826). And, here is another tale of two marriages. Mary Ann died of consumption, aged just thirty, in 1856. James - a ship's carpenter by trade - and his family (Margaret was the eldest of five and she would only have been nine years old) then moved to Dumbarton where Margaret acquired a step-mother, one Jane Gordon, and two step-siblings. Then the whole family moved to Newcastle which is how she ended up meeting first James Arbuckle and then, eventually, Thomas Topping. It is, again, on such decisions as these, taken a one hundred and fifty years ago, that my life rests. As a side-note here, there is some, mainly circumstantial, evidence that Margaret actually may have been adopted and was actually James and Mary Ann's niece - the daughter of Alexander Carson and Margaret McKie. Alex Carson was James's half-brother. Quite why they would give up their daughter to the McMillans is unknown. Possibly it was something to do with the death of James and Mary Ann's daughter, Mary (B. 1843), at around the same time? On the 1861 census, however, James McMillan (aged thirty seven - ship's carpenter) is very definitely described as the father of Margaret McMillan (aged sixteen).

James Gallagher (B. County Sligo, Ireland 1832) - the marriage recorded list his name of 'Gonogan' - and his wife, Mary Ann Gray (B. Stockton on Tees, 1834). Again, without the potato famine which decimated Ireland in the 1850s, this blogger would never have been born as not only James Gallagher and his family, but also John Gordon (B. Ireland 1826) fled from the Emerald Isle to the North of England. He married Bridget Roper (B. Wolviston, County Durham 1831), herself a first generation Irish girl. Meanwhile, back in Suffolk, where the cow-shit lies thick, William Lamb (B. Snape 1814) and his wife, Mary Dale (B. Snape 1817) were producing their fourteen children and living in a single-room building on Snape Street.

Mary Mitchell's parents are really interesting. Her father, John Henry Mitchell (B. Barking, Essex, 1833) was a fisherman which is how he and his wife, Ann Elizabeth Marks (B. Barking, 1835) ended up in Great Yarmouth in the first place. Finding the Mitchells marriage (and the maiden name of Ann for that matter) was one of the hardest tasks I had to undertake in my search through Ancestry.co.uk and Genesreunited. I finally found them almost by accident when looking for something else entirely. The name Marks suggests the possibility of some Jewish blood in me, something which I had not previously even considered. Unfortunately, my delving into that particular line of the family tree has reached a halt at Ann's father, Henry. I'd love to discover that a generation or two previously, the Marks family had been immigrants from, perhaps, continental Europe. But that's all speculation and research for another day.

James Elliott (B. Consett, Co. Durham 1849) married Margaret Ann Jane Moffett (B. Newcastle upon Tyne 1852, D. 1933). My mother still remembers Margaret (her great grandmother whom she knew simply as 'Nana' and who died when my mother was twelve). The reason why, fantastically, this blogger knows so much about the Elliotts, the Moffetts and various other branches of this side of his family is almost entirely down to one man, Albert Elliott - James and Margaret's youngest son, my mother's great-uncle. The Elliotts seem to have been a really smart bunch - most of the family were skilled tradesmen (Jack, my great-grandfather, was a master plumber for instance) but a couple were highly educated in an age when not many people - certainly not many working class people - were. Jack's brother, Lambton, was an office clerk for example and their youngest brother, Albert, also began a clerical career whilst, simultaneously, freelancing as a journalist with two local newspapers the Journal and the Evening Chronicle. That Keith Telly Topping is, sort of, following in a family tradition here with what he does for a living is a source of considerable pride. I like to think Albert would've approved.

In 1932, Albert obviously went through something of a similar process to what I'm doing now. He had been surrounded by all of these fantastic stories since childhood and so he decided that this needed to be recorded for posterity. Thus, he sat down with his mother, Margaret - then aged around eighty - and got some of her reminiscences down on paper. Whether any of it was actually published anywhere I haven't been able to find out, but a couple of years ago - through another distant relative, Karen Elliott - I received a copy of twelve pages of a typed manuscript Memoria In Eterna (actually, the article is about seven pages long but it appears that Albert did a bit more research, got some further details and so rewrote the last few pages) which includes this incredible narrative about the family. Without it, I would know virtually nothing about these people but with it, it's almost as though they're in the same room. About, for instance, how James and Margaret first met whilst she was working as a barmaid at the Staith House public house in Pelaw. How James started work at the age of eight (yes, eight!) for Losh, Wilson & Bell's Foundary in Walker. It's a fascinating document, not only in family terms but as a piece of social history. Allison Agnew's parents were William Agnew (B. Belfast, 1841) and Susan Johnston (B. Glasgow, 1845).

The great, great, great grandparents are the point at which I start to lose a few threads. I can't find anything further on the Toppings without a visit to Crosby-On-Eden although, thanks to a couple of friendly correspondents, I've discovered at least three more generations of Littles beginning with Elizabeth's parents - John L Little (B. Nether Denton, Cumberland 1764) and Margaret Topping (B. Lanercost, Cumberland 1761). That last name is, obviously, fascinating. What relationship was Margaret Topping to Thomas Topping, her son-in-law some years later? Obviously, these are villages where you've got maybe ten houses, a pub and church and, usually, everyone was everyone else's cousin. But, the name Topping cropping (s'cuse the pun) up so closely to, but not a direct part of, that line of the family is certainly very intriguing and something of a complicating factor.

James McMillan (B. Wigtownshire, Scotland, 1796) and Margaret Dinnell (on some documents 'Donald', B. Wigtownshire, Scotland, 1791) and - the most recent discovery of all, just last weekend - Robert Kirby, an inn-keeper, about whom almost no details are known and Ann Wales (B. England c 1800) were the grandparents of Margaret McMillan. Ann Wales appears to have led a very confused life, just like her granddaughter, being married twice (after Mister Kirby's death, she took up residence with one John Fletcher who at various times according to the census appears to have been a spirit salesman, a groom and, 'a pauper'). Those were, of course, hard times for a widow with a young family, you did what you could to pay the rent.

I have found virtually nothing further on the Gallaghers beyond that James's parents were Fergus and Maria and that the latter was born in 'foreign parts' according to the 1841 census (though her place of birth is listed as 'Plymouth' on the 1851 census). This does fit in with yet another bit of oral family tradition, that someone on my grandmother Bridget's side of family had some Latin (possibly Spanish) blood in them. I know little about the previous generation of the Gordons or Ropers either (I know that Bridget Roper's mother, Sarah - maiden name unknown - was born in County Mayo around 1800). Fortunately, however, the one thing they seemed to do very well in Suffolk was to record who was born where and when and to whom and, thus I can add Thomas Lamb (B. Snape, 1784) and his wife, Patience Taylor (B. Snape, 1788) and Samuel Dale (B. Brantham, 1791) and his wife, Susannah Story (B. Benhall, 1793) to the list. And, I can go back a generation further with the Lambs to yet another Thomas Lamb (b. circa 1750 in Snape).

Henry Mitchell (B. 1806) was John Mitchell's father. He was married to a lady named Anne - maiden name unknown - B. 1808 in Grays, Essex. Henry Marks was born in 1800. His wife was Mary - again, maiden name unknown - who was born in 1803 in Ilford, Essex. She, poor love, ended up in 1851 in the Romford Union Workhouse. That, tragically, is all I know about her. A similar fate befell a slightly more distant relative, Dorothy Bowman, born in 1762. In 1841 she was 'living on independent means' with one George Dodds, a sailor in Newgate Street, Morpeth according to the census. By 1851 she was an inmate at Newgate Street Union Workhouse, Morpeth (aged eighty nine). See what I mean about appreciating where you've come from?

James Elliott was born in Wooler, Northumberland in 1812. Memoria In Eterna has some further details about him. He was referred to by his widow, Mary Simpson, as 'a canny man.' The 1851 census states that he was living at 19 Foundry Place, Walker. 'His classification of trade was below that of his relation, Sandy Simpson. Sandy was a skilled plumber, whereas James Elliott was a "gangster"' his grandson, Albert, would write a century later. Gangster obviously, in this context meaning a member of a labouring gang as opposed to Don Vito Corelone! James died during the Cholera epidemic which swept Newcastle in 1854 whilst living on Bell Street in Walker. His wife, Mary Simpson (B. Scotland, 1820) appears to have been something of a smart lady. She already had a son - Alex - before marrying James. After her first husband's death, she lived for many years with - though, never seems to have actually married - a foundry worker named Robert Irving.

James Moffett (B. 'in a cottage on the hillside at Rothbury' in 1822 according to a lovely little detail Albert's article) was married to Isabella Bowman (B. Morpeth 1822) and here, my tree intersects with a massive branch. The Bowmans of Morpeth are a huge family - they deserve a tree all of their own, frankly - and they've been traced (by other researchers, I hasten to add) through Isabella's parents - William Bowman (B. Morpeth 1797) and Isabella Mosgrove or possibly Musgrove (B. Hinkley Redrow, Throckley 1798) on through half-a-dozen further generations all the way back to the early 1600s. According Albert Elliott's article, William Bowman 'as a young man was a Postillion on the carriages or coaches which travelled from Edinburgh to Morpeth.' The Bowmans also provide the only three genuinely 'famous' (or, at least notable) of this blogger's many relatives. Firstly William Woodman (b. 1806), who was married to one of the Bowman girls. He owned the one hundred and sixty acre Stobhill Farm and was first town clerk of Morpeth in the 1830s. Secondly, Edmund Bowman (b. 1807) who was a kind-of cut-price George Stephenson - a civil engineer who built the first railway link between Morpeth and Newcastle. And lastly, there was the noted landscape artist Thomas Bowman Garvie (1859-1942). Again, I'm very proud to be associated with all three of these - one a respected local official, another a man who helped - in his own small way - to build the modern world and the third a creative artistic type.

My great, great, great grandparents on my mum's mum's, mum's side were a bit more humble in origin, perhaps. William Agnew (B. Glasgow 1818), his wife, Sarah Young (B. Ireland, 1821) and William Johnston (B. Ireland, 1818) and his wife Allison Gaylor (B. Scotland, 1813). I have a few, scant, details on both Sarah Young's parents (James Young and Frances Dow who would have been married in Ireland sometime around 1810) and also the lineage of Allison Gaylor. And this is really interesting: Her father, John Gaylor married a lady who is described on various documents as Jane Topin, or Toppen, or Topping (b. Bo'Ness, Linlithgowshire, 1774). Circles within circles. (I have also traced her parents, James Topin or Toppen or Topping and Jane Cathrae).

I can go back a generation further on the Littles of Cumberland - John Little (B. Nether Denton, 1731) who married Margaret Graham (B. Lannercost, 1734) and, his father Richard Little (B. 1694 in Haydon Bridge) who was married to Jane Summerset or Sommerset (B. circa 1685). And the McMillans - James's parents being Anthony McMillan, a house carpenter (B. 1760, Garliestown, Wigtownshire) and Jean Gowan (or, possibly, McGowan). And the Lambs - Thomas Lamb (B. Benhall, circa 1750) who married Mary Knight (B. Suffolk circa 1750). And the Dales - William Dale (B. Suffolk, 1761) and his wife Mary Howard (B. Suffolk, 1767). As noted, they seemed to keep excellent parish records in Suffolk so I've also got details of Susannah Story's parents - John Story and Mary Hadnum (both born circa 1750).

Alexander Simpson (B. Midlothian, Scotland, 1797) and his wife, Agnes maiden name unknown (B. circa 1800) were Mary Simpson's parents whilst, William Moffett (B. Morpeth, 1779) and Jane Potts (B. Morpeth, 1780) were James Moffett's mother and father. After William Moffett's death, Jane reportedly ran the local hostility for many years. William's parents were James Moffett (B. 1756) and Isabel Wallis (B. 1756) who were living at Coatyards in Northumberland in the mid-1780s. William Bowman's mother was Jane Matfin (B. 1755) who married John Bowman in 1783.

There are numerous other side branches and subdivisions of a massive family tree which currently includes over seventeen hundred names but that's - in a nutshell - what one year of research has produced. At one stage, I had in my mind an idea for Roots-style book on all of this. Of course, Alex Haley had slavery and the Civil War as his back story, I've only got the Industrial Revolution and the potato famine so there are, probably, a mere twelve people in the world who would find some interest in it. But the notes are still here and, you never know, one day I might come back to it and novelise the whole thing like some sort of working man's Forsythe Saga. If, in ten years time you're sitting in an airport somewhere reading Descent by yer actual Keith Telly Topping, remember, you read the idea here first.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

This Month's Ranting

Current Listening:
Neil Young
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
Rogue Traders ("Here Come the Drums!")
This Mortal Coil
Johnny Cash
New Order
The Chemical Brothers (bloody awesome at Glastonbury on Sunday, by the way)

Current Viewing:
Doctor Who
Jekyll
Twenty/20 Cricket on Sky Sports
Cold Blood
Season two of Lost (this blogger is having a complete rewatch at the moment and, amazingly, it does hang together ... Well, mostly)
Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip (alas, and farewell)
Seven Ages Of Rock (except for those two really crappy episodes in the middle full of Big Hair and Spandex)
Balderdash & Piffle
Qi and Top Gear on UKG2

Current Reading:
It's mostly the stuff which will be featured in next week's Book Club so, more on this in a future bloggerisationisms update.

This blogger has been doing a lot of genealogy work over weekends recently as mentioned in an earlier post. It's very addictive. So far, Keith Telly Topping has managed to track down pretty much full details on all sixteen of his great, great grandparents which, considering that some of them were born in the Eighteenth Century is, I reckon, pretty decent going.

Remember, there's a new Book Club next Monday (6:30 GMT) and Keith Telly Topping can be heard, daily, doing Keith Telly Topping's Top TV Tips. And, if you can say that without having your tongue removed, you're doing better than yer actual Keith Telly Topping.

Pet Peeves: The Most Unfunny Man In The World

This blogger loves a bit of stand-up comedy, dear blog reader. Always has done, right back to seeing Billy Connolly and Jasper Carrot live as a youngling back in the 1970s. Eddie Izzard, Bill Bailey, Phill Jupitas, Jack Dee, in particular Keith Telly Topping's comedy hero the American comic Steven Wright. Brilliant stuff. Inventive, witty, informed. And, then there's Iain Lee.

This, here, is Iain Lee, dear blog reader. You might recognise him from a couple of quiz shows that he hosted for the Beeb (The Eleven O'Clock Show was probably the best known) or as a presenter on children's TV, or from his slots on commercial radio or, more likely, as one of those utterly interminable 'z-list celebrity talking-heads' who turn up on those Channel Four The Best Something Or Other In The World. Ever-type conceits which appear with monotonous regularity in the TV schedules.

You know, it's him, Stuart Maconie, Marcus Brigstocke, Vernon Kaye, Jamie Theakston and all of that crowd. Maconie, at least, has the fact that he's decent writer to fall back on - and Brigstocke, to be fair, is quite a funny chap - but who, exactly are these other people? I mean, what do they do to justify their worthless existence and breathe the same air that we 'non-celebrity people' do? They appear to be famous entirely for being famous. Some day, presumably, Channel Four will put together a Best Of The Best Something Or Other In The Word. Ever compilation which will feature nothing but three hours of these z-list non-entities talking about any and every subject that's given to them without being, in any way, 'informed' or actually knowing what the fek they're talking about.

This skinny wretch, in particular, pisses Keith Telly Topping off no end with his cynical looning (this blogger is told that he's a big Lost and The Monkees fan but I don't care, not even those features redeem him in Keith Telly Topping's eyes). Now, again, this blogger likes a bit of cynicism in comedy as much as the next man. But, it has to be delivered with a modicum of charm otherwise it falls as flat as a pancake. Look at, for instance, Stephen Fry at his most caustic, or Jack Dee, or Rich Hall - all of their comedy is, largely, based on being pissed-off fortysomething blokes, but they're also likeable with it.

Lee, I'm afraid, just comes over as a smug, vastly unlikeable tosser whom this blogger would really rather like to see tied to a chair and then hit, in the face - hard - with a metal-framed photo-album containing images of some genuinely funny people. You know the kind of thing ... 'This is Peter Cook. He was funny, you're not,' WHACK. 'These are Vic Reeves and Bob Mortimore. They're funny, you're not,' WHACK. 'This is Tommy Cooper. He was really very funny indeed. You're not,' WHACK. 'This is Bill Hicks. He had more genuine humour in his little finger than you have in your entire body,' WHACK. Et cetera.

I dunno, maybe it's just yer actual Keith Telly Topping channelling his dad (it's happening a lot, recently - especially, and worryingly, when it comes to music) and this blogger is being desperately unkind to the poor bloke who is lovely, re-homes stray kittens and is good to his mother. But, it's got to be said it's a very hard thing for someone on television to produce this kind of reaction in me - it being, after all, my job to watch drivel on a daily basis and pass comment upon it. This blogger can even put up with Big Brother so long as the wind's in a prevailing direction.

Anyway, more pet peeves may occur to me in the future if this curiously Morrisseyesque mood continues but in the mean time if you've got anyone that you'd like to see hit in the mush with a metal-framed photo-album for being a smug, ferret-faced, unamusing lanky ladgeful glake, just let yer actual Keith Telly Topping know and he'll see what he can do.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Raspberry World

A quick plug, dear blog reader.

The latest issue of Raspberry World, a multi-media fanzine, edited by yer actual Keith Telly Topping's good buddy Diana Dougherty is now out. It includes the One Thousand & One Movies You Must See A'fore Ye Die malarkey which this blogger has previously mentioned.

Anyone reading this bloggerisationism in the US who wants a copy, you can e-mail Di at raspberryworld@phreego.com for further details on price and ordering (This blogger is told that it's available through PayPal and all sorts of new-fangled technological Interweb-type things which he, personally, don't understand).

Anybody in the UK who wants one, this blogger has got four to sell - he was hoping to have five but ... whatever. Drop me an e-mail on a strictly 'first come first served' basis (£2.50 postage and packing inclusive).

Thursday, June 07, 2007

The Internet Is Responsible For All Of The EVIL In The World. Apparently


Of course it is.

Such actions are thoroughly naughty and bad and wrong and those responsible should all be fisted to within an inch of their collective lives. And then fisted some more.

So, remember kids, if you want access to TV or movies or records from the other side of the world that aren't available in your own country because large corporate organisations with more money than God haven't seen fit to release them in your territory yet, find a friend with a VCR and some tapes and 'use a postman' instead.

You know it makes sense.

Thes poster, incidentally, is from this excellent website as part of their series Propaganda For The Internet Age.

June - Book Club Update

We start, this month with a necessary statement of fact:
Social comment, that is.

In other news, episode nineteen of the Book Club was broadcast on BBC Radio Newcastle on Monday 4 June. You can listen to the show here. The books feature were:-
David Tossell - Grovel: The Story & Legacy Of The Summer Of '76 (Know The Score Books)
Paul Smith - Wasted? (Know The Score Books)
Dixe Wills - New World Order (Icon Books)
Sinclair MacKay - A Thing Of Unspeakable Horror: The History Of Hammer Films (Aurum)
Sally Beauman - The Landscape Of Love (Time Warner)
Alistair Moffat - The Borders (Birlinn)
Joe Moran - Queuing for Beginners (Profile)
Also received during April and May:

Political and Social History:
Richard Toye - Lloyd George & Chruchill: Rivals For Greatness (MacMillan)
Stephen Dorril - Black Shirt: Sir Oswald Mosley & British Fascism (Penguin)
Hugh McManners - Forgotten Voices Of The Falklands (Ebury)
Patrick Bishop - Bomber Boys (HarperCollins)
Don Jordan & Michael Walsh - White Cargo: The Forgotten History Of Britain's White Slaves In American (Mainstream)
David Kynaston - Austerity Britain (Bloomsbury)
Nicolette Jomes - The Plimsoll Sensation (LittleBrown)
Music:
Steve Overbury - Guns, Cash & Rock 'n' Roll: The Managers (Mainstream)
Marybeth Hamilton - In Search Of The Blues (Jonathan Cape)
Local:
Martin Roberts - Durham: One Thousand Years Of History (Tempus)

Sport:
Mike Adamson, James Dart, Sean Ingle R Rob Smyth - Is It Cowardly To Pray For Rain? (Abacus/Guardian Books)
Peter Baxter (ed) - Test Match Special: Fifty Not Out (BBC Books)
Peter Marinello - Fallen Idle (Headline)
Novels:;
Martin Day - Doctor Who: Wooden Heart (BBC Books)
George MacDonald Fraser - Royal Flash (Grafton)
Wilbur Smith - The Quest (MacMillan)
Bernard Cornwell - The Lords Of The North (HarperCollins)
Rob Eastaway - How To Remember (Almost) Everything, Ever! (Element)
Rodolfo Figwill - Malvinas Requiem (Serpent's Tail)
Kate Pullinger - A Little Stranger (Serpent's Tail)
Henry Nicholls - Lonesome George: The Life & Loves Of The World's Most Famous Tortoise (Pan)
Lionel Shriver - Double Fault (Serpent's Tail)
Alexander Ikonnikov - Lizka & Her Men (Serpent's Tail)
Walter Mosley - Fear Of The Dark (Serpent's Tail)
Simon Young - AD 500 (Weidenfeld & Nicolson)
Barbar Gowdy - Helpless (Little Brown)
Cathi Unsworth - The Singer (Serpent's Tail)
Matthew Morrison - Big Questions (Wizard Books)
Danny King - School For Scumbags (Serpent's Tail)
Stella Duffy - Mouths Of Babes (Serpent's Tail)
Heidi W Boehringer - Crossing The Dark (Serpent's Tail)
Pat MacEnulty - From May To December (Serpent's Tail)
Sean Connolly - Wholly Irresponsible Experiments! (Icon Books)

Among the books that'll be featured in the July Book Club (which, all things being equal, should broadcast on Monday 2 July at about 6:35-ish) will be:-
Andrew Marr - A History Of Modern Britain (MacMillan)
Don DeLillo - Falling Man (Picador)
Daniel Blythe - This Is The Day (Allison & Busby)
I'm particularly pleased that my old mate Danny Blythe's latest novel is going to be this month's competition book.

And, finally, just a quick reminder that my Top Telly Tips previews can be caught, daily Monday to Friday on The Julia Hankin Show around 3:40 - ish.

Recent picks have included:
Saturday 26 May:
Doctor Who - Human Nature.

Monday 28 May:
Springwatch
Power to the People – The Great Granny Invasion

Tuesday 29 May:
Emmerdale
EastEnders
E-17 Reunited


Wednesday 30 May:
Big Brother – Live Launch
Saving Private Ryan (difficult to know which one of these two featured more blood and gore).

Thursday 31 May:
Hustle
House

The Graham Norton Show

Friday 1 June:
Sea of Fire

Saturday 2 June:
The Seven Ages Of Rock

Sunday 3 June:
Coast

Monday 4 June:
Coronation Street
Peter & Dan Snow's Twentieth Century Battlefields

Tuesday 5 June:
Let Me Entertaining You
Trinny & Susannah Undressed


Wednesday 6 June:
Challenge Anneka
Diana: The Witnesses In The Tunnel


Thursday 7 June:
You Can Choose Your Friends
The Million Pound Footballers Giveaway.

If you ever miss an episode, you can always catch them for twenty four hours after initial broadcast on the Listen Again feature on the Radio Newcastle website. Just look up The Julia Hankin Show and I'm usually on about two hours and forty minutes into each show, and each preview usually lasted a maximum of three to five minutes.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

They Didn't Die Before They Got Old (Well, Two of Them, Anyway...)

Just about every time that they've toured since 1979 (with one exception) Keith Telly topping has taken the opportunity to go along and watch The Who (always on the assumption that, you know, this time genuinely could be the last time). Last Friday at The Arena was no different. Well, where else is this logger going to spend the night hanging out with ten thousand fortysomething Mods?

The Set list:-
I Can't Explain, The Seeker, Relay, Fragments, Who Are You? (or "Who Are You?: Theme from CSI" as MTV seem determined to rename it these days), Behind Blue Eyes, Real Good Looking Boy, Sound Round, Pick Up The Peace, Endless Wire, We Got A Hit, They Made My Dream Come True, Mirror Door, Baba O'Riley, Eminence Front, A Man In A Purple Dress, The Real Me, You Better You Bet, My Generation, Cry If You Want, Won't Get Fooled Again, Pinball Wizard, Amazing Journey, Sparks, It's A Boy, See Me Feel Me, Tea & Theatre.

The main difference between last time this blogger saw the band - in 2000 - and this time, apart, obviously, from the fact that John Entwistle was still alive then? Well, these days, Kid Ringo seemingly can play a close approximation of Keith's drum-break out of the synth solo in 'Won't Get Fooled Again' without sounding like a man putting up shelves.

Most of the usual clichés continue to hold, however. Particularly, whatever the Hell Daltrey's taking that makes him look closer to thirty four than sixty four, he should market it and sell it, he'd be a billionaire let alone a millionaire.

In the spirit of the late John Entwistle, this blogger ended the night in bed with a bottle of brandy and a couple of hookers. No, not really, but it would have been jolly fitting if I had. 

Friday, May 18, 2007

Recent Reviews

For those who're keeping note of these kinds of things (and if you are, jeez, get a life baby) here's what yer actual Keith Telly Topping has been covering on The Divine Julia's show since the last update in March:
5 April 2007:
My Family
George Gently
New Tricks
Diamond Geezer
Life On Mars (finale)
Natural World

12 April 2007: Jamie Wilkinson was standing in for Jules on this one.
Hotel Babylon
Have I Got News For You?
Ruddy Hell! It’s Harry & Paul
AutumnWatch Special
Foyle's War
Sea Of Souls

19 April 2007:
Secret Life
Doctor Who
Kingdom
Panorama: TV's Dirty Secret
Life Line
Emmerdale
Coronation Street
The Tudors
Drive

26 April 2007:
Waterloo Road
Death Of The British Seaside?
The Return Of 'Allo 'Allo
Joey
New Tricks
Horizon: The Six Billion Dollar Experiment
Time Team Special: Jamestown
Crimewatch

3 May 2007:
Hustle
The Last Detective
Maxwell
Dalziel & Pascoe
The History Of Mr Polly
CSI

10 May 2007:
The Last Detective
Balderdash & Piffle
The Eurovision Song Contest
Supergrass
Qi
The Good Samaritan

17 May 2007:
Holby City
EastEnders
My Family
Have I Got News For You?
The Seven Ages Of Rock
The British Academy Television Awards

And, as a sneak preview for next weeks - daily remember - picks:

w/c 21 May 2007:
Monday:
Coronation Street
EastEnders
New Tricks

Tuesday:
Holby Blue
Andrew Marr’s History Of Modern Britain

Wednesday:
Champions League Final
The Horse Whisperer

Thursday:
Diary Of An Island
House

Friday:
Ronni Ancona & Co.

Saturday:
Doctor Who

Thursday, May 17, 2007

A Public Service Announcement ... Or, Two, Actually

Yer actual Keith Telly Topping just thought it was important to stress that fact, dear blog reader.

Meanwhile, in other important news ...
... which, frankly, the world needs more than anything else, right now.

May Update

This blogger likes trees, dear blog reader. They're rather nice.

Anyway, kids - and all other assorted readers - this is the first update in positively ages (hey, what can I say, yer actual Keith Telly Topping has been busy?!) so there are lots of odds and ends to cover.

Monday 14 May saw the first new Book Club episode in six weeks thanks to the pesky Bank Holiday. If you want to listen to it, go here. The books covered were:-
Sally Dugan - Men Of Iron: Brunel, Stephenson & The Inventions That Shaped Our Modern World (MacMillan)
Doran Swade - The Cogwheel Brain: Charles Babbage And The Quest To Build The First Computer (Abacus)
Mick Brown - Tearing Down The Wall Of Sound: The Rise & Fall Of Phil Spector (Bloomsbury)
Ian Abrahams - Strange Boat: Mike Scott & The Waterboys (SAF)
Alexander McCall Smith - Forty Four Scotland Street (Abacus)
Stephen Oppenheimer - The Origins Of The British (Constable & Robinson)
David Winner - Around The World In Ninety Minutes (Bloomsbury)

Meanwhile, in other radio news here is an important self-aggrandising announcement: There was a significant moment in my radio career today as this blogger recorded what is to be his final preview slot for The Julia Hankin Show in its current format. Panic ye not, however, my dear blog disciples because from next Monday ... Keith Telly Topping is going to be a daily feature. (Had you worried there,didn't I?) Basically, what we're going to do is pre-record a whole weeks worth of TV previews each Thursday or Friday and then they'll be dropped, Key To Time-like throughout the week as Keith Telly Topping's Top Telly Tips (devised by the very excellent producer Scunthorpe Steve Drayton). Keith Telly Topping has just pre-rec'd the five shows for next week (including managing to get a reasonably lengthy, and I think rather enthusiastic, plug in for the first episode of Cornell's two-part Doctor Who on next Friday's show). The daily clips - they will be three to five minutes in length - will be broadcast around 3:45pm each day Monday to Friday (they might be five minutes either way but it'll be in that sort of time-frame area). So - if you're as incredibly sad as me - you can make it a daily date in your diaries. As ever, they'll also be available on Listen Again for twenty four hours after each show is completed.

Current Listening:
Robert Johnson
Prefab Sprout
R.E.M.
Darts
The Who - whom this blogger is going to see live at The Arena a week tonight.
james
The Woodentops
Underworld

Current Viewing:
Qi
Top Gear
Lost
The Riches
Heroes
Doctor Who
Kingdom
Not The Nine O'Clock News
Veronica Mars (criminally cancelled just this very week in the US)
The Last Detective

Current Reading:
Don Jordan & Michael Walsh - White Cargo: The Forgotten History Of Britain's White Slaves In American (Mainstream)
Patrick Bishop - Bomber Boys (HarperCollins)
Hugh McManners - Forgotten Voices Of The Falklands (Ebury)
Dixe Wills - New World Order (Icon Books)
Sinclair McKay - A Thing Of Unspeakable Horror (Aurum)
David Tossell - Grovel! (Know The Score Publishing)
Paul Smith - Wasted? (Know The Score Publishing)
Several of these may feature on the June Book Club which, all things being equal, should broadcast on Monday 4 June.

Currently Watching (Big Screen Edition):
The Last King of Scotland
Pierrepoint
Both of which are hugely recommended. And it's not often you can say that about two British films.

Speaking of movies, over the last couple of weeks - between bouts of writing yet more Charmed and Buffy articles - this blogger has been doing a wad of short movie reviews for his dear old friend Diana Dougherty's US multi-media fanzine Raspberry World. For the next issue, Di has decided, perhaps insanely, but we'll leave that matter for another time, to devote the entire magazine to One Thousand And One Movies You Must Watch Before You Die. A fabulous conceit and this blogger was happy to contribute around two hundred reviews of between one an two hundred words each (or, in the case of Batman & Robin, ten words). It's quite addictive, actually (if a bit Asperger's-esque). Below are three samples of what you can expect from the finished magazine:

Almost Famous (Untitled): Cameron Crowe's touching, awkward, stimulating recreation of his teenage years as a journalist for Rolling Stone has just the right degree of wit and insightfulness to ward off potential charges of mawkishness. A rite-of-passage text, a road movie, a social document and sex and drugs and rock and roll. The director's cut - Untitled - is better, if only because you need forty nine minutes more of this film in your life. 'How old are you?' Oh, and the DVD commentary with Cameron and his mum is hilarious.
The Italian Job (1969): Forget The Sting, this is the greatest heist movie ever made. A cultural icon in Britain where men of a certain age can chant along with the entire film and its numerous lines of legendary dialogue ('You're only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!') Michael Caine is at his Carnaby Street coolest, Noel Coward's last great movie role, tons of cameos by reliable comedy actors and rising stars (look out for Robert Powell as one of the gang), Tony Beckley totally stealing the show as Camp Freddy, the Mini Cooper chase through the streets of Turin and the greatest (literal) cliffhanging end to a movie ever. Magnificent Qunicy Jones soundtrack (thankfully now available on CD). Clever, funny and dramatic script by Troy Kennedy Martin. Forget, too the awful 2005 remake,

Sauve Qui Peut (La Vie) (1980): A cooly detached - and often quite morbid - look at modern French attitudes to morality from Jean-Luc Goddard. After twelve years of low budget, militant left-wing and otherwise experimental film projects outside of commercial distribution, this was Godard's effective return to the 'mainstream', with a sizeable budget and French film stars. Worthy, if for no other reason than where else are you going to see Isabelle Huppert getting spanked in the back of Citröen?! English title: Slow Motion.

For those whose curiosity has been piqued, this blogger post full details on how to order a copy of Raspberry World once I know myself but the magazine's website, featuring details of previous issues, is here.

And finally, as this blogger is away this weekend (a short, well-deserved break at his brother's gaff in Yorkshire) Keith Telly Topping may not get another chance before next Saturday to tell you that, if you only watch ninety minutes of television this year, make sure it's Keith Telly Topping's old mucker Paul Cornell's forthcoming two-part Doctor Who story, Human Nature - BBC, 7:00, 26 May/2 June.

Must-see telly at its finest.