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yeah it was actually good. just a shame that something that was quickly rushed and released was better than most of the other stuff.
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Popular music in 'Doctor Who' #82 Episode: 'Knock Knock' (ii) Artist: Itzhak Perlman Title: Violin Sonata No. 1 in G Minor: BWV 1001 - 1. Adagio. Notes: * Heard playing on Pavel's record player when he is in their new house on his own at night, and gets absorbed into the wall * The set of six sonatas and partitas for solo violin (BWV 1001–1006) was completed by 1720 but not actually published until 1802 * Violin Sonata No. 1 consists of four movements: Adagio* Child protegee Itzhak Perlman gave his first recital aged 10. At 13, he joined the prestigious Juilliard School in New York * The version of Violin Sonata No. 1 in G Minor used in the programme was recorded in 1988
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The prequel to 'Rose' Read it here...or below! Introduction, by Russell T Davies This was never meant to exist.Doctor Who and the Time War "...but the Daleks and the Time Lords scream in vain, too far away to stop him now. And so the Doctor stands alone. He looks out from his eyrie, across the wreckage of a thousand worlds. Below him, fragments of the Time War, broken reefs of Gallifrey and Skaro washed up into this backwater, to rot. His creaking wooden platform shivers with ice, a mile high, atop fragments of Morbius’s Red Capitol, its vile towers fused into the black, friable spires of Yarvelling’s Church. And yet the Doctor can see glimpses of Earth. The planet had been replicated a million times, to become the bullets fired into the Nightmare Child’s skull, and now splinters of human society have gouged themselves into the wasteland below - relics of Mumbai, shards of Manhattan, a satire of Old London Town. Remnants of better days. The Doctor looks down. Her skeleton lies at his feet. The bones relax into dust, and she is gone. The Doctor looks up. In front of him, at the edge of the platform, a brass handle, mounted in a simple oak casement; the only remaining extrusion of the Moment into this world, the rest of its vast bulk hidden, chained to an N-form, churning behind the dimensional wall. Screaming to be used. He steps forward. He grips the handle. He wonders what his last words should be. He decides that last words are useless. He pulls the handle down, flat. The Moment happens. The universe sings. The war ends. Surrounded by brightness, the Doctor sees the sky above parting to reveal, just as Bettan and the Deathsmiths of Goth had predicted, the final event. Gallifrey Original convulses and rolls into flame. Its concentric rings of Dalek warships become silhouettes, then ashes, and then – The Doctor falls. Every atom around him is sucked upwards, towards the fire, but he alone is capable of falling, saved – or damned – by the Moment’s shadow. Above him, he feels the Time Lock solidify, sealing off the war from reality, and as his body tumbles out of existence, into plasmaspace, then foulspace, then beyond, the Doctor leans into the fall, head first, arms wide, diving into infinity. Alone. Except… There. Something else. Falling. Spinning..? A whirl of blue. That faithful blue. Then a rectangle of white, widening, a doorway, coming closer, towards him, and as the grind of ancient engines reaches a crescendo, he thinks: I’m going home. The Doctor lies on the Tardis floor. His bones broken from the fall, his hearts hollowed by his loss. Around him, the console room buckles, warps, shudders, still suffering from the High Council’s resurrection of the Master, long ago. It aches for a new shape. “Me too,” mutters the Doctor with a grim smile, though he knows regeneration is impossible. The Moment has fixed his existence, and this life is his last. He wonders what age he’s finally reached. The Time War used years as ammunition; at the Battle of Rodan’s Wedding alone, he’d aged to five million and then regressed to a mewling babe, merely from shrapnel. Now, the ache in his bones feels… one thousand years old? Well. Call it nine hundred. Sounds better. Darkness swills through his mind and he forces a smile, ready and yet never ready for the end. Still, no final words. But then... Can it be..? He feels it once more. That old, deep stirring in every bone and muscle and thought. The joy. The terror. The change, the impossible change! Amazed, he lifts up his hand. Stares, fascinated, as the skin ripples with a curious new gold. Of course. She tricked him, right at the end. Her final kiss was not a goodbye; she imprinted the Restoration within him. His lifecycle has been reset, the new man lurching outwards to be born. So this is the meaning of her final song: a whole new body to expiate the guilt. He might even pass the Restoration to another, one day. Suddenly, they come, in a rush, his final words. He says them aloud, but there is no one to hear, allowing them to be imagined and imagined again for ever. Then his nuclei turn into stars. Every pore blazes with light. A volcano of thick, viscous energy cannons from his neck, his hands, his feet, his guts, his hearts, his soul - It stops. The Doctor sits up. The new Doctor, next Doctor, now Doctor. He lifts up his new fingers to touch his new head. His new chin. His new nose. His new ears. He takes a deep breath into his new, dry, wide lungs. He says his first word. "Blimey!""
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That's the second new piece of fiction from Doctor Who showrunners. It's something they are doing to cheer fans up. Chris Chibnall penned this the other day. Quote:
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'Dr Who And The Daleks' (1965) coming July 7th from Kino Lorber Special Features: • NEW Audio Commentary by Writer, Film Critic, Film Historian Kim Newman and Screenwriter, Writer, Film Historian Robert Shearman • Audio Commentary with Actresses Jennie Linden and Roberta Tovey and Author Jonathan Sothcott • Dalekmania: 57-Minute Documentary • Interview with Author Gareth Owen • Restoring Dr. Who and the Daleks • Optional English Subtitles • Dual-Layered BD50 Disc • Theatrical Trailer
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