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Torchwood – The End

Can’t possibly do this without spoilers, so please go away if you don’t want them. And come back later, of course.

The slight problem of having exiled myself on the morning after Torchwood episode one, means it took a while to lay hands on the full week of Torchwood, and even longer to watch it. So I don’t know if it makes sense to discuss it here and now?

After the slightly disbelieving gasps over on Facebook as the drama unravelled, and the comments on here soon after, I didn’t know what to think. But now that we’ve seen The End, I feel that not only did I have fewer expectations about anything at all, but also knowing that others were distressed, I wasn’t. I was prepared, and I’m sure that helped. And to be honest, I don’t mind if there is no more Torchwood. It’s been good and I’ve enjoyed it, but I’ll be happy to see more of Russell T Davies’s work elsewhere, and I’m pretty sure John Barrowman will pop up again. He’s the popping up kind.

And Mary Hoffman, thank you for thinking of Daughter. This was no Coraline, however. All the horror was sort of real, rather than spooky. So Daughter is sad that there most likely won’t be more Torchwood, but a David Tennant-less Doctor Who is far worse.

I think the upset was to do with Torchwood being immoral, this time round. Yes, the plot was not exactly nice. But it’s fiction, and it was well written fiction. Yes, it did spell the end for Torchwood and most of the characters, but better end now than get boring.

Am I alone in not being surprised at the idea the Government would behave this immorally? I’m a cynic and a pessimist, and I expect the worst most of the time. And Captain Jack’s behaviour? Hmm. Never nice to find feet of clay, but it was a clever way of making us happier to see the last of him, seeing he can’t be killed off too easily. The presence of the grandson should be an early indication that he had a purpose.

For the rest, I feel most of the characters behaved very morally, sooner or later. The sight of Gwen and all the others running for cover with the children, against all hope, was very encouraging, as was the usefulness of the Welsh hooligans for stealing cars and standing in front of the soldiers. The very type of people the PM felt we’d be better off without.

So, I’m afraid I liked it.

A new minister, and throwing the tree out

The floor held. Still, or again, or whatever. I always watch in fascination (never join in, for reasons that will become apparent) in these throwing-the -tree-out times, with people dancing, and wondering if the floor is really up to it. Surely one year it will decide it’s had enough of mad Scandinavians all jumping together in early January? Then they will all end up in the basement.

As I’ve been telling Mary Hoffman over on Facebook, Swedes have a week longer for the Christmas decorations to go. The end, near January 13th, will often be celebrated with a party, dancing round the tree, before it’s stripped and thrown out. We have a song and dance for everything, really. And FC calls for the last time, with sweets for the children, and a clementine to be healthy.

Liverpool’s Scandinavian church had both their annual stomping round the tree today, as well as the  welcoming of our new part time minister, based in London. We don’t like this, but it’s not his fault. He sang to us at the end of the service, which was nice. I also gather from the introductory note about himself in the church newsletter, that he is interested in the art of Simone Martini. Unusual, as the only time I’ve come across Signor Martini is as a character in Mary Hoffman’s The Falconer’s Knot. I know he’s not fictional, but it’s an interesting coincidence.

Simone Martini