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![]() ![]() 30 pages on Christopher Barry's newly found documents with a lot of new photos. There are two page articles (at least; sometimes more) on The Daleks, The Rescue, The Romans, The Savages, Power of the Daleks, The Mutants, The Daemons, Robot, Brain of Morbius, Creature from the Pit and Downtime. Hammer historian Alan Barnes has written quite a bit of it. Now i've seen it i think it's essential for fans of the classic series. Look at the pic. The heat has made the corner of the mag turn up after reading it. |
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![]() Arc Of Infinity Omega returns. As does Tegan ![]() Mainly remembered for the bit where The Doctor turns into a bogey at the end, but that's not all ![]() ![]() The Stones Of Blood Quite unlike any other DW story. For a start, 3 decent roles for the female contingent contained within this tale of trickery and tradition. The Doctor & Romana & K9 continue their quest for the Key, which lands them in wyrd territory this time, as a stone circle seems to be the focus of rum behaviour in the area. I like this one. Even the "trial" ![]()
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Doctor Who over the years: Episode quotes The Unquiet Dead(The driver cracks the whip and the carriage moves down the street.) The Doctor: Come on, you're losing them. Driver: Everything in order, Mister Dickens? Dickens: No! It is not! The Doctor: What did he say? Dickens: Let me say this first. I'm not without a sense of humour. The Doctor: Dickens? Dickens: Yes. The Doctor: Charles Dickens? Dickens: Yes. The Doctor: The Charles Dickens? Driver: Should I remove the gentleman, sir? The Doctor: Charles Dickens? You're brilliant, you are. Completely one hundred percent brilliant. I've read them all. Great Expectations, Oliver Twist and what's the other one, the one with the ghost? Dickens: A Christmas Carol? The Doctor: No, no, no, the one with the trains. The Signal Man, that's it. Terrifying! The best short story ever written. You're a genius. Driver: You want me to get rid of him, sir? Dickens: Er, no, I think he can stay. The Doctor: Honestly, Charles. Can I call you Charles? I'm such a big fan. Dickens: A what? A big what? The Doctor: Fan. Number one fan, that's me. Dickens: How exactly are you a fan? In what way do you resemble a means of keeping oneself cool? The Doctor: No, it means fanatic, devoted to. Mind you, I've got to say, that American bit in Martin Chuzzlewit, what's that about? Was that just padding or what? I mean, it's rubbish, that bit. Dickens: I thought you said you were my fan. The Doctor: Ah, well, if you can't take criticism. Go on, do the death of Little Nell, it cracks me up. No, sorry, forget about that. Come on, faster! Dickens: Who exactly is in that hearse? The Doctor: My friend. She's only nineteen. It's my fault. She's in my care, and now she's in danger. Dickens: Why are we wasting my time talking about dry old books? This is much more important. Driver, be swift! The chase is on! Driver: Yes, sir! The Doctor: Attaboy, Charlie. Dickens: Nobody calls me Charlie. The Doctor: The ladies do. Dickens: How do you know that? The Doctor: I told you, I'm your number one Dickens: Number one fan. **************************** Sneed: Well, what did you say, Doctor? Explain it again. What are they? The Doctor: Aliens. Sneed: Like foreigners, you mean? The Doctor: Pretty foreign, yeah. From up there. Sneed: Brecon? The Doctor: Close. And they've been trying to get through from Brecon to Cardiff but the road's blocked. Only a few can get through and even then they're weak. They can only test drive the bodies for so long, then they have to revert to gas and hide in the pipes. Dickens: Which is why they need the girl. Rose: They're not having her. The Doctor: But she can help. Living on the rift, she's become part of it. She can open it up, make a bridge and let them through. Dickens: Incredible. Ghosts that are not ghosts but beings from another world, who can only exist in our world by inhabiting cadavers. The Doctor: Good system. It might work. Rose: You can't let them run around inside of dead people. The Doctor: Why not? It's like recycling. Rose: Seriously though, you can't. The Doctor: Seriously though, I can. Rose: It's just wrong. Those bodies were living people. We should respect them even in death.
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Doctor Who over the years: Episode quotes Aliens Of LondonRose: I can't tell her. I can't even begin. She's never going to forgive me. And I missed a year. Was it good? The Doctor: Middling. Rose: You're so useless. The Doctor: Well, if it's this much trouble, are you going to stay here now? Rose: I don't know. I can't do that to her again, though. The Doctor: Well, she's not coming with us. Rose: No chance. The Doctor: I don't do families. Rose: She slapped you! The Doctor: Nine hundred years of time and space, and I've never been slapped by someone's mother. Rose: Your face. The Doctor: It hurt! Rose: You're so gay. When you say nine hundred years? The Doctor: That's my age. Rose: You're nine hundred years old. The Doctor: Yeah. Rose: My mum was right. That is one hell of an age gap. Every conversation with you just goes mental. There's no one else I can talk to. I've seen all that stuff up there, the size of it, and I can't say a word. Aliens and spaceships and things, and I'm the only person on planet Earth who knows they exist. (There is a deep horn and a spaceship, trailing black smoke passes overhead and heads for the city. It misses Tower Bridge, weaves around St Paul's, then with a nasty back-fire and a splutter, dives for the Thames, taking out the Clock Tower at what at first glance looks like 9:58 except the dial is actually backwards, silly special effects people. Big Ben chimes once and the spaceship crashes into the river. The Doctor and Rose watch a plume of black smoke rise into the air on the horizon.) Rose: Oh, that's just not fair ********************* The Doctor: All right, so I lied. I went and had a look. But the whole crash landing's a fake. I thought so. Just too perfect. I mean, hitting Big Ben. Come on, so I thought let's go and have a look Rose: My mum's here. The Doctor: Oh, that's just what I need. Don't you dare make this place domestic. Mickey: You ruined my life, Doctor. They thought she was dead. I was a murder suspect because of you. The Doctor: You see what I mean? Domestic. Mickey: I bet you don't even remember my name. The Doctor: Ricky. Mickey: It's Mickey. The Doctor: No, it's Ricky. Mickey: I think I know my own name. The Doctor: You think you know your own name? How stupid are you?
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Reappraised Talons & Pyramids. Both are littered with corpses. Both are filled with disturbing imagery (still). Both held me captivated as a bairn. I'm not blind. Both have faults. But at least there's no snogging ![]() Ahem. Rewatch!!!
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Doctor Who over the years: Episode quotes World War 3(The Doctor grabs a decanter from a side table and stands in the doorway.) The Doctor: One more move and my sonic device will triplicate the flammability of this alcohol. Whoof, we all go up. So back off. (The Slitheen take one step back in the outer office.) Right then. Question time. Who exactly are the Slitheen? Harriet: They're aliens. The Doctor: Yes. I got that, thanks. Green: Who are you, if not human? Harriet: Who's not human? Rose: He's not human. Harriet: He's not human? The Doctor: Can I have a bit of hush? Harriet: Sorry. The Doctor: So, what's the plan? Harriet: But he's got a Northern accent. Rose: Lots of planets have a north. The Doctor: I said hush. Come on. You've got a spaceship hidden in the North Sea. It's transmitting a signal. You've murdered your way to the top of government. What for, invasion? Asquith: Why would we invade this God-forsaken rock? The Doctor: Then something's brought the Slitheen race here. What is it? Asquith: The Slitheen race? Green: Slitheen is not our species. Slitheen is our surname. Jocrassa Fel Fotch Pasameer-Day-Slitheen at your service. The Doctor: So, you're family. Green: A family business. The Doctor: Then you're out to make a profit. How can you do that on a God-forsaken rock? Asquith: Ah, excuse me? Your device will do what? Triplicate the flammability? The Doctor: Is that what I said? Asquith: You're making it up. The Doctor: Ah, well! Nice try. Harriet, have a drink. I think you're gonna need it. ********************** The Doctor: Right! If we're gonna find their weakness we need to know where they're from. Which planet. So judging by their body shape that narrows it down to about 5,000 planets in travelling distance. Now what else do we know? Information! Rose: They're green. The Doctor: Yep, Narrows it down. Rose: Good sense of smell. The Doctor: Narrows it down. Rose: They can smell adrenaline. The Doctor: Narrows it down. Harriet: The pig technology. The Doctor: Narrows it down. Rose: The spaceship in the Thames; you said slipstream engine. The Doctor: Narrows it down. Mickey: (Mickey facing the door; Sip Slitheen knocks out the mail slot) It's getting in! Rose: They hunt like it's a ritual. The Doctor: Narrows it down. Rose: Wait a minute! Did you notice when they fart, if you'll pardon the word, it doesn't just smell like a fart, if you'll pardon the word, it's something else. What is it? It's more like, um... Bad breath. Harriet: That's it! The Doctor: Calcium decay. Now that Narrows it down! Rose: We're getting there, Mum! Mickey: Too late! Sip Slitheen growls, see the door cracking apart The Doctor: Calcium phosphate. Organic calcium. Living calcium. Creatures made out of living calcium. What else - what else? Hyphenated surnames. Yes! That narrows it down to one planet! Raxacoricofallapatorius! Mickey: [sarcastically] Oh yeah, great! We can write 'em a letter.
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