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Jul. 7th, 2008 10:30 amFirst of all I am amazed at the Doctor Who fans out there. Then I look at some of the Sci-Fi on my bookshelves and realise I too need contact with imaginations that span galaxies or universes different to ours.
The good Doctor was a memory of my childhood. I never hid behind a couch, but I can remember being rivetted to the seat, wanting to turn away and being unable to. In my grown-up and druggier moments I had been wont to fantasize about the sex lives of Daleks until Victor_Lewis-Smith synchronously stole my riff and turned it into something much funnier, damn him: and on telly, what's worse.
Now young Lewis-Smith is a bit clever and funny to boot. He hates Clarkson....ergo, that would be a 'Star in a Reasonably Priced Car' I'd pay money to watch. I'd have money on Victor rolling the car and suing for damages and getting in a fight with hospital orderlies.
Some heroes are so close to the heart, We nurture them in petto. Who needs footballers when you find out about the true cads and bounders: the men that do/did it with style. Think: Terry_Thomas, and you'll begin to get the picture. The upper-class rotter is so much more fun as an archetype than some monosyllabic sportsman, surely?
Real heroes of the breed:
Simon_Raven
Willie_Donaldson
Earl_of_Rochester
Lord_Byron
Beauchamp_Bagenal
Kyril_Bonfiglioli
Now Kyril wasn't born into the Upper-Classes, but is what's known as a credit to the mess. Comes from being your regimental sabre champion, I suppose. He was a right menace with guns too.
But back to Doctor Who, who took a fright and did a runner and then spent the rest of his existence trying to make up for it. If you like, Lord Jim as space/time opera. Is there enough rotter in there to make him really interesting?
Given that I've hung up my coat and retired from the fray; no longer with any caddishness to my nature, I can at least cheer on, from the sidelines, those brave coves still out there, kicking the good guys in the goolies and throwing sand in the hero's eyes.
The good Doctor was a memory of my childhood. I never hid behind a couch, but I can remember being rivetted to the seat, wanting to turn away and being unable to. In my grown-up and druggier moments I had been wont to fantasize about the sex lives of Daleks until Victor_Lewis-Smith synchronously stole my riff and turned it into something much funnier, damn him: and on telly, what's worse.
Now young Lewis-Smith is a bit clever and funny to boot. He hates Clarkson....ergo, that would be a 'Star in a Reasonably Priced Car' I'd pay money to watch. I'd have money on Victor rolling the car and suing for damages and getting in a fight with hospital orderlies.
Some heroes are so close to the heart, We nurture them in petto. Who needs footballers when you find out about the true cads and bounders: the men that do/did it with style. Think: Terry_Thomas, and you'll begin to get the picture. The upper-class rotter is so much more fun as an archetype than some monosyllabic sportsman, surely?
Real heroes of the breed:
Simon_Raven
Willie_Donaldson
Earl_of_Rochester
Lord_Byron
Beauchamp_Bagenal
Kyril_Bonfiglioli
Now Kyril wasn't born into the Upper-Classes, but is what's known as a credit to the mess. Comes from being your regimental sabre champion, I suppose. He was a right menace with guns too.
But back to Doctor Who, who took a fright and did a runner and then spent the rest of his existence trying to make up for it. If you like, Lord Jim as space/time opera. Is there enough rotter in there to make him really interesting?
Given that I've hung up my coat and retired from the fray; no longer with any caddishness to my nature, I can at least cheer on, from the sidelines, those brave coves still out there, kicking the good guys in the goolies and throwing sand in the hero's eyes.
