We all knew it would happen sometime (not even John Nathan-Turner went on forever) and there have been rumours flying around for a while, but yesterday the BBC confirmed that Russell T Davies will be stepping down as executive producer of Doctor Who. He'll stay on for the four specials to be broadcast next year but will be gone before the show's fifth series in 2010.
I don't think anyone can deny that Davies' run of the show has been phenomenally successful. Ok, actually, I know that people can (and do) deny that, but a moment's reflection will hopefully demonstrate the stupidity of that opinion. Over the last four years Davies has resurrected Doctor Who and turned it into one of the most successful BBC programmes of all time. People have warm nostalgic feelings for the "old Doctor Who", but it was never anywhere near as successful as this new version. Of course there have been some dodgy new episodes (quite often in the episodes written by Davies himself) but no-one can doubt that it was largely Davies' vision of the show that has made it the success it is today.
I'm not as in tune with Doctor Who fandom as I used to be. But from what I've seen there seem to be two main objections to Davies tenure on the programme:
1/ It's not as good as it used to be
This is, to put it plainly, bollocks. Certainly the old series produced more than it's fair share of top quality TV, but if you actually sit down and watch the old series (and I mean a whole series, not just your favourite stories) you'll quickly realise that there was a lot of rubbish there too.
A related complaint is that too much has changed - from the format of the shows (largely single 45 minute episodes as opposed to four 25 minute episodes) to the emphasis on London (or, rather, Cardiff pretending to be London) or the "soap opera" aspects of bringing in the companions' families. Well, yes, things have changed. But the audience has changed too and people want different things from their Saturday evening drama. Yes, it might annoy the die-hard Who fans or the science fiction audience. But it's not made for them. If the BBC relied on pleasing those people then there's no way the show would have been as successful as it has been.
2/ Davies is gay, and therefore the spawn of the devil
Amazing as it seems in the twenty-first century, this is the second most common complaint about the new series that I've heard. Yes, Davies is gay. People are. And they don't hide it any more. And it's a perfectly normal part of society. Deal with it.
Davies is handing over Stephen Moffat. Fans of the show should be pleased with this as Moffat has written some of the most popular recent episodes - The Doctor Dances, The Girl in the Fireplace and Blink (surely forty-five of the best minutes of TV ever broadcast). Older TV fans will also remember his earlier work like Press Gang and Joking Apart. And, in common with Davies, he seems to be a long-time fan of Doctor Who. The BBC story quotes him as saying:
I applied before but I got knocked back 'cos the BBC wanted someone else. Also I was seven.
Interesting times ahead for Doctor Who. Moffat has a big task ahead of him following in Davies' footsteps. But I can't think of anyone else who I'd rather see taking over.
My last weeks away spent in India whizzed by and three weeks in Kolkata consisted of buzzing round villages visiting various members of the Sarkar family alongside being smothered by other family, being constantly fed by family (almost like a drip it was so continual!), not being able to escape the ever increasing smog, traffic, heat and humidity, risking your life by using any form of transport on the roads and, thankfully, lots of resting and sleeping!
India is a mad and funny place. Just before the main road in the small village of Sonarpur (meaning "Gold Village") where my mum's side of the family live (and where I stayed this time round-it's about an hour outside of the city) there were two tiny cute puppies, playing with each other. As I walked closer towards them, I noticed that one of them was actually trying to bite the other puppy's head off and had the whole head in his jaw. Needless to say, since that day whenever I walked to the main road, there was only one puppy loitering around the local shops and stalls. You just have to laugh and think "that's India for you". It literally is a dog-eat-dog world (sorry, I know it's a bad pun, but it's true!).
Thankfully, no hostels entered into this equation-a bed in a house I knew and people that knew me! A place also, that I knew more than I realised until now. Kolkata city has become more and more familiar to me over the years, and arriving to it this time, expecting to not know anywhere like I had expected in every other country I arrived in, really surprised me when I found it was the opposite. I did manage to discover new sides to it this time.
One of these sides was contemporary art. I went into the city and visited a gallery with the work I had done in Australia. It was only by chance that we (my mum and I) met a Kolkata gallery owner in Hong Kong as she had organised a show in Hong Kong Arts Centre for a group of artists from India. The work shown was interesting, modern, unusual and varied. I didn't know this side of Indian art at all. She had seemed very nice and interested in my work and I wanted to find out about what a gallery space in Kolkata would be like-I'd never really thought about it before. I was invited to a private view (part of me groaned inside). But it was a cool little space and it is a possibility that I would tie in an exhibition with my next family visit to Kolkata.
It was great being in India without any of my other family members from the uk, I'd never gone there totally on my own before. I always felt like the baby being the youngest in the family from uk, but I felt like my family over there all suddenly saw me as an adult! Funny stuff....! I enjoyed going to watch my 10 year-old cousin (Iman) go to his swimming lessons in the local pond-yes pond! I did not envy him at all, even though I enjoy a good swim as I watched him and about forty other kids splashing about in murky brown pond waters, but I guess you have to adopt the "what doesn't kill you can only make you stronger" strategy to this activity. Iman also really got into learning how to draw from observation with me. For a 10 year-old, he had amazing patience. My other cousin Suman (19 years old) was coming back and forth from university in Durgapur, and it was interesting learning how uni-life is over there. His first year is certainly a far cry from my first year at Southwell Lodge in Norwich was, (singing Bohemian Rhapsody in a chorus down the drunken hallways of a very shoddy student accommodation building is one of the sad memories).
And now home. Where everybody knows your name (well, a lot more people than anywhere else, just suddenly-and very sadly-had the Cheers theme tune in my head). My plane journey home felt longer than ever. I really wanted to see London as we were flying in, but I think I was either on the wrong side of the plane, or it was a bit misty (ahh! Lovely British weather!).
It feels strange to be back, and I feel like I'm going to be poor forever, but it was very, very worth it. And I know I've been very lucky to have arrived home in one piece, probably only minus a couple of odd earrings, socks, flower hairclips, a data stick (actually really gutted about that one) and a pair of cheap shoes left on a plane somewhere. It could have been far worse!
So, signing off, thanks for listening to me rant, and commenting. All that's left to say now is simple:
GIVE ME A JOB!!!
But recently that seems to be changing. ITV have been showing a couple of American import that seem to be aimed at people exactly like me. Firstly they started showing Dexter (to be honest I'm not sure how much I like Dexter, but it's certainly non-standard fare for ITV) and then last weekend they started showing Pushing Daisies which, judging by the first episode, I'm going to enjoy very much.
ITV certainly seem to be very proud of Pushing Daisies. It has had one of the biggest advertising campaigns that I can ever remember from ITV. There have been trailers and posters everywhere for weeks. And it seems to be going very well for them. Most of the reviews I've read have been very positive.
But they seem to be on the verge of blowing it completely. The first series of Pushing Daisies contains nine episodes. And ITV only have eight weeks in which to show them. After that, some football competition starts. Much as I'd love to live in a world where quality drama trumps sport, I know that's some considerable way off and that there's no way that ITV will make way in their football schedules for something like Pushing Daisies. But even then their solution seems bizarre in the extreme.
They are planning to drop one of the episodes. The second one apparently. The one that is due to be shown next weekend. They think that it's the only one they can drop without leaving significant holes in the plot. Is that really the best they could do? Couldn't they squeeze an extra episode in one week? Show two episodes the first week? Or the last week ("Big Pushing Daisies Series Finale Night")? I mean it's not as though any of this came as a surprise to them. They must have known how many episodes the series had. And the start date for Euro 2008 has, no doubt, been set for some time. All in all I think it shows a strangely inflexible attitude to scheduling.
So just as ITV started to go up in my estimation as a TV company. I was just starting to warm to them and now I'm back to viewing everything they do with suspicion. Perhaps they really don't care. Maybe they were only making a token effort at attracting viewers like me.
p.s. I hope it's obvious, but I'll be scouring bittorrent for the missing episode.
Russell T Davies was interviewed by the Independent last Sunday and he happened to mention that Richard Dawkins will be appearing in this series of Doctor Who.
The evolutionary biologist and best-selling author of The God Delusion will appear as a guest star in the new series of Doctor Who, which began last night. "People were falling at his feet," says Davies, creator of the BBC's flagship show. "We've had Kylie Minogue on that set, but it was Dawkins people were worshipping."
Slightly unfortunate choice of words with "worshipping", but this sounds like really good news to me. And it would be a great nod to the older Who fans if they could squeeze in a cameo by Dawkins' wife too.
"Kong Kong" is my new name for Hong Kong since my niece decided to rename it when she asked my sister something along the lines of "is Auntie Nuk in Kong Kong now?".
Anyway, a different and almost last section to my trip began. My mum came to meet me here and I was hanging on to see someone, anyone that would recognise me and knew me well (before this trip began). It felt like more of a non-event than I thought it would be.....don't get me wrong, I was very, very happy to see my mum. But it's amazing how easily you fall back into the same feelings and routines with people........enough said. Back to Kong Kong.
It's great here, lots of things to see and do-sometimes a little too familiar to other cities not too dissimilar to London. You know, the tube, the metro, the busy buses, the crowds of people, the high-end designer outlets etc etc etc, boring boring boring. The differences however, have been great.
There are some "city" things that have been great, and that I wish could be applied to London. The walkways for instance. There are loads of them built to go over huge main roads, like flyovers for human traffic, and they're covered too, which is great when it's chucking it down with rain...but maybe it makes the city feel ultra-futuristic and unreal? Not sure. Then there's the Octopus Card (Hong Kong's version of the Oyster - is there a secret rule that travel systems worldwide should use a seafood theme to name them? Strange....). Not only can you use it on all the transport systems, but you can use it to pay for your supermarket shopping and mum and I had breakfast in a café on the old Octopus one morning!
Sightseeing stuff has included going up to the Peak (great overview of the city on a good day, ours was a bit cloudy), climbing the stairs up to the Big Buddha on Lantau Island (yes, it's huge), country walks and beaches on Lamma Island and riding the double-decker tram to Causeway Bay. Then you can market to your heart's content (aww, my mum loves a good haggle, bless her) in Kowloon at the Jade market not to mention all the other markets, night markets, womens market, cat street market, western market, any market you can imagine probably! The Hong Kong Museum of art and other small galleries were a bit disappointing and/or very tucked away....but maybe I'm tired and a bit gallery'd out.
Over Easter weekend we made our way over to Macau and spent a few nights there exporing the weird fusion of Chinese and Portugese cultures and the astounding - or maybe overwhelmingly huge - casinos built there to which everyone flocks to for their quick fixes (mum and I noticed the repetition of the gambling problems adverts on tv over there!). We also met up with friends of the family who moved over there about a year ago. It was soooooo nice to have someone to help us find our bearings and show us stuff and suggest things we should see. I know it's not hard to do on your own and most of the time that's the fun in exploring somewhere new, but it was nice to have someone else take the reigns and makes some decisions!
One of the most unreal sights that our friends showed us was The Venetian. An absolutely crazy crazy crazy unimagineable place. A scary place that hopefully will not be the world to come! A hotel and casino essentially, but incorporating a shopping mall and, wait for it, built to emulate Venice (yes, the whole Italian city in it's entirety). So it's outside grounds has a mock San Marco Square and apparently it cost billions and billions. And makes billions and billions. And is the most expensive pile of tack, and so huge that people probably spend an entire weekend locked in this place without realising that they haven't set foot outside in the real outside world to breath in some air! There are motorised gondolas for pity's sake! Ok ok, my rant is over. It is indescribable, the mass of it. You do have to see it to believe it.
But it isn't my only memory of Macau and Hong Kong. Thank god! And now at the airport, on my way to the next and last stop-eek! Home before home. India. Kolkata. It's a shame, but my head is already thinking about home. Reality check. Jobs, money, the usual bores. But am trying to enjoy my last weeks while it lasts. And anyway, I can't wait to see you lot. And it's been great having some of you read this and support me, incredibly making me take you all with me on my trip.
So, looking forward to a last bit of heat and no doubt teaching my mama (Uncle) the joys of Skype.
See y'all soon-be afraid. Be very afraid.
xx
"Kong Kong" is my new name for Hong Kong since my niece decided to rename it when she asked my sister something along the lines of "is Auntie Nuk in Kong Kong now?".
Anyway, a different and almost last section to my trip began. My mum came to meet me here and I was hanging on to see someone, anyone that would recognise me and knew me well (before this trip began). It felt like more of a non-event than I thought it would be.....don't get me wrong, I was very, very happy to see my mum. But it's amazing how easily you fall back into the same feelings and routines with people........enough said. Back to Kong Kong.
It's great here, lots of things to see and do-sometimes a little too familiar to other cities not too dissimilar to London. You know, the tube, the metro, the busy buses, the crowds of people, the high-end designer outlets etc etc etc, boring boring boring. The differences however, have been great.
There are some "city" things that have been great, and that I wish could be applied to London. The walkways for instance. There are loads of them built to go over huge main roads, like flyovers for human traffic, and they're covered too, which is great when it's chucking it down with rain...but maybe it makes the city feel ultra-futuristic and unreal? Not sure. Then there's the Octopus Card (Hong Kong's version of the Oyster - is there a secret rule that travel systems worldwide should use a seafood theme to name them? Strange....). Not only can you use it on all the transport systems, but you can use it to pay for your supermarket shopping and mum and I had breakfast in a café on the old Octopus one morning!
Sightseeing stuff has included going up to the Peak (great overview of the city on a good day, ours was a bit cloudy), climbing the stairs up to the Big Buddha on Lantau Island (yes, it's huge), country walks and beaches on Lamma Island and riding the double-decker tram to Causeway Bay. Then you can market to your heart's content (aww, my mum loves a good haggle, bless her) in Kowloon at the Jade market not to mention all the other markets, night markets, womens market, cat street market, western market, any market you can imagine probably! The Hong Kong Museum of art and other small galleries were a bit disappointing and/or very tucked away....but maybe I'm tired and a bit gallery'd out.
Over Easter weekend we made our way over to Macau and spent a few nights there exporing the weird fusion of Chinese and Portugese cultures and the astounding - or maybe overwhelmingly huge - casinos built there to which everyone flocks to for their quick fixes (mum and I noticed the repetition of the gambling problems adverts on tv over there!). We also met up with friends of the family who moved over there about a year ago. It was soooooo nice to have someone to help us find our bearings and show us stuff and suggest things we should see. I know it's not hard to do on your own and most of the time that's the fun in exploring somewhere new, but it was nice to have someone else take the reigns and makes some decisions!
One of the most unreal sights that our friends showed us was The Venetian. An absolutely crazy crazy crazy unimagineable place. A scary place that hopefully will not be the world to come! A hotel and casino essentially, but incorporating a shopping mall and, wait for it, built to emulate Venice (yes, the whole Italian city in it's entirety). So it's outside grounds has a mock San Marco Square and apparently it cost billions and billions. And makes billions and billions. And is the most expensive pile of tack, and so huge that people probably spend an entire weekend locked in this place without realising that they haven't set foot outside in the real outside world to breath in some air! There are motorised gondolas for pity's sake! Ok ok, my rant is over. It is indescribable, the mass of it. You do have to see it to believe it.
But it isn't my only memory of Macau and Hong Kong. Thank god! And now at the airport, on my way to the next and last stop-eek! Home before home. India. Kolkata. It's a shame, but my head is already thinking about home. Reality check. Jobs, money, the usual bores. But am trying to enjoy my last weeks while it lasts. And anyway, I can't wait to see you lot. And it's been great having some of you read this and support me, incredibly making me take you all with me on my trip.
So, looking forward to a last bit of heat and no doubt teaching my mama (Uncle) the joys of Skype.
See y'all soon-be afraid. Be very afraid.
xx
As is becoming traditional (well, this is at least the second year I've done it) at this time of the year, it's interesting to look around for hints about when the new series of Doctor Who will launch. Normally it's about Easter, but Easter is about as early as it gets this year - and it's definitely not starting this weekend.
Of course, it won't start until Torchwood has finished. And there are still a few episodes of that to run. But the BBC seem to have noticed that issue too and from this week, they'll be showing two episodes a week (on Wednesday - as usual - but also on Friday), so that means that Torchwood will be out of the way in just over a week.
The BBC Doctor Who site isn't giving anything away yet (well, yes, it's giving away Doctor Who wallpapers - but you know what I mean) but a couple of days ago they ran a news story saying that the trailer for the new series will be shown on Saturday 22nd. Since when was the broadcast of a trailer such big news?
Obviously the show won't start on the same day as the first broadcast of the trailer. So we can say that the earliest it will start is Saturday 29th March. But then I saw this post on TV Scoop (which I found via Planet Dr Who) which claims that David Tennant and Catherine Tate will be guests on the Jonathan Ross show on Friday April 4th. It seems likely that this appearance will be promoting the start of the new season. So that's where I'm sticking my marker.
I reckon the new series will start on Saturday 5th April.
Update: Looks like the CBBC Newsround site is the first one to confirm that date.
I finally got to settle in somewhere and unpack that wretched bag that I have become so sick of along with all the clothes in it!
I'm so glad that this residency happened-I would've missed out on Western Australia otherwise and I much prefer it here to the East Coast. Fremantle- or 'freo' has a little bit of a Norwich vibe to it if you can imagine that folks! But you need to add about 30 degrees celsius of heat and a couple of small beaches to it to make that a more accurate observation......drawings and work seemed to pour out of me over the last couple of months, I hadn't realised how many ideas were buzzing around my head-and how nice it was to slow down, have my own space, receive and write letters, have a kitchen to cook in that wasn't full of 30 strange people all trying to cook at the same time-yes I even got to watch a couple of episodes of Neighbours, you just have to don't you?!
Stopping in one place for a while got me into a little routine which I could happily carry on for another six months. This consisted of a day of drawing, an afternoon swim in the sea to cool off, bar/waitress work in the evening (good for regaining the finances, witnessing an Australian wedding at home, and viewing a few peculiar fancy dress parties!) and food shopping in the local markets at the weekend, located just behind the cottage I got to stay in.
Living completely on my own took some getting used to-but it definitely made me productive. And even though it was an unusual whirlwind of a one day, low-key show, I was really glad to have done it. It was quite new territory for me too, to turn the cottage itself into an exhibition area and to collaborate on work in a very different way, but I think it was a small success from my point of view. Working with artist Thurle Wright was great - see www.thurle.com and my flickr photos (on my links to the right) for pics of the installations (Thurle is my ex-landlord from London's friend-get that round your head if you can make sense of it!). Collaborating really opened up my own ideas for further work when I get back. Even just travelling has been an inspiration for so many ideas for new work that are all just written down for the moment, it feels like I've woken up from some creative coma (without wanting to sound missus-wordy-fancypants!). It was just nice to know I can still get really involved in it and enjoy it. I also really enjoyed having a studio and I'm really going to miss that,it might have to be a priority to set up one when I get back to the UK somehow.
Meeting locals and other artists was great too (I even got to teach an art class for short session to local kids-VERY different to the last lot of kids I worked with in Bolivia, to say the least). And having some people know who I am was a feeling I haven't experienced for a while, so it's sad to be leaving. But alas, the piggybank does not permit a longer stay, and I managed to do a little bit of sightseeing and daytripping, so I've been lucky really. Bushwalking, swimming and cycling around Rottnest Island (an old prison camp used to enslave Aboriginal people and also home to the Quokka, a weird hybrid of a creature that looks like a half kangaroo, half rat!) and driving down through the Swan Valley.
So for the last part of my journey alone (as my mum is meeting me in Hong Kong and sounds like she's going to burst when we meet up she sounds that excited! Funny....and then from there I go to India to be, quite possibly literally, smothered by family) I head to Cairns tonight and have saved enough for a trip to see the Great Barrier Reef, followed by a VERY long bus ride to Brisbane before leaving Oz altogether.
The tiredness is setting in, and I'm beginning to think about all you lot back home - can't wait to see you all! Even the possibility of an exhibition in India that is yet to be confirmed by my wheeler-dealer/entrepeneur/del-boy style Mama (Uncle) makes me feel tired (but very intrigued about how an exhibition works over there and how my work will be received to an Indian audience). But it's all gravy (aka good).
Highlights of Australia? Obviously Kangaroos, Gallahs, Neighbours, the free courtyard music every Sunday at Freo Arts Centre (where I was able to see Mike Compton, a great mandolin player from the States play his bluegrass-who did the music for 'Oh Brother Where Art Thou?'), attending a very random lecture by filmaker Peter Greenaway (and got to see preview clips of his new project 'The Lupin Suitcase Series' as well as be a geeky groupie by sitting on the front row, a few yards away from his speaker stand - he's quite intimidating!). But the best is this: during working at a wedding last Saturday, I served an old Ozzy geezer a 'middy' of beer and brought it to his table, to which he said to me 'you're a bit of an alright sorta Sheila aren't ya?'.
I got called a Sheila.
Happy New Year everyone!
Christmas and New Year's went by in a flash, but it's all been better than I thought it would be spending it on my own. The south Island of New Zealand was a whole lot prettier and magnificent in it's scenery-highlights would have to be visiting Milford Sound and doing a day workshop of bone carving in Nelson (see a few Flickr photos I've uploaded).
After the initial culture shock of arriving from South America, New Zealand had grown on me and I was beginning to feel fond of the quiet (REALLY QUIET) little towns I had tottered along through. Queenstown was a pretty little town by a beautiful lake, very calm and sleepy. Frans Josef town (housing the glacier of the same name) was extremely tiny, but fun to visit apart from the rain. I had bad luck there and didn't get to see the Glaciers properly, I would've been able to walk through and inside them if it hadn't been raining so much that there was a cold foggy mist over the whole town. I took a walk up to the glacier as close as possible with some others from the same hostel as me that I had befriended which was awing enough scenery in itself, so I'm not complaionging. Because of the rain, I also got to improve my chess skills through several games!
I knew that Australia was going to get busier, so it was sad to fly out of Christchurch before xmas, but I was looking forward to (dare I say it) being able to work and start work again soon. I have only done a few bits and bobs in NZ in return for accommodation, so it was satisfying to know I could get proper work soon. But first stop was Melbourne. Only a few days, so unfortunately not enough time to see or go to the Great Ocean road, I hope I get to go back though, I liked Melbourne. My friend of friend Penny from Melbourne kindly put me up in her house share which was great, I got to live with proper Melbourners for a few days. The city is very arty, went to a great Nick Cave exhibition showing his journals, music progression and photographs of his career, very cool. Lots of cool aboroginal art, very inspiring, good cheap restaurants, food, cinemas and (if I could've been frivolous) good shopping too. The trams are cute and easy to get around, I even went over to Williamstown, a quaint little harbour town from which you got a good view of Melbourne city. I cooked a variant of Sarkar's Moussaka for the housemates as a kind of thank you and bought all of my ingredients fresh from Victoria's outdoor market, a great market with loads of gourmet and fresh produce (yes I was in heaven again).
So 23rd, I headed off to Canberra to meet up with Nicola (a fellow volunteer friend I worked with in Peru) who had invited me to her and her mum's for christmas. It was low key, but great. Canberra is a very quiet city, but interesting, I'm glad I made it to the capital at least! We went on a crazy christmas lights trail, finding houses scattered around Canberra that do crazy things to their houses like turn them into grottos etc and hand out sweets to kids that jump out of hteir parents' cars in pyjamas, it made me feel slightly more christmassy in this weird summer heat that I wasn't used to in December....Christmas eve day, Nic and I went to visit her horse and had a little ride around the paddocks, it was very cool, very peaceful. Then we had Christmas dinner that evening, consisting of BBQ'd turkey! I was spoilt too and received a beach bag hand made bu Sue (nic's mum) and a stocking (made by nic) full of chocolate gold coins! Christmas day, we had a picnic of leftovers by one of Canberra's lakes, then drove to Sydney and stayed in-yes-a hotel! The drive was interesting, spotting dead wallabies on the roadside of the highway (how are such large animals wild?!!) The hotel was a nice little luxury for me after all the hostels!
Boxing day, I made my way to the flat in North Bondi I was subletting a room from through a friend of a friend from back home. And headed straight to Bondi Beach on Boxing day! It was so nice to be 10 minutes away from the beaches. The coastal walk brought you along to the other beaches like Tamarama (where friend of friend Ruth lives) and Brontew hich I preferred as they were less crowded. It also went further along to Coogee beach and before that a really amazing cemetery overlooking rocks on a bay of the sea. I went for swims quite regularly, until the last few days as the sea has been very rough. In between I have fitted in the Opera House and the botanical Gardens at New Year's eve-very spectacular, going to Sydney Festival with Ruth where I got to see Brian Wilson shake his hands to Good Vibrations for free, hiking around the Blue Mountains just west of Sydney (spotting Kangaroos there!) and taking the ferry over to Manly, another town with beautiful beaches lined with pine trees (not like pine tree avenue kids).
So now, I spend my last day in Sydney before flying to Perth and travelling to Fremantle tonight. I will be starting my residency and hopefully finding other work to do things like, you know, eat and stuff : ) So a busy bee I will be from now on, and hopefully a chance to finally sort out photos and start uploading the mass that I have to show you all.........until then xx
How many obvious errors can you spot in this Sun story: Jennifer could be Dr Who
Ab Fab star Jennifer Saunders is set to be the first female Timelord – for just one episode.
The comic actress is in talks to become Doctor Who as David Tennant, 36, will leave after filming three specials in 2009.
TV bosses are keen to get a woman on board the Tardis for one of those shows.
A source said of Jennifer, 49, best known as Edina in Absolutely Fabulous: “She’s in the running and we all think she would be fantastic.”
Kylie Minogue is in the Christmas Special that previews tonight.
Bit puzzled by that last sentence too. Has someone got their Tuesdays confused?
