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The Doctor, Downton, a Dover bound Poirot and Dolly. Some Cash.

Along with too much food comes too much television. I wouldn’t mind having it spread out more. At least the entertainment. The food might be healthier to get over and done with, and we can go back to porridge and salad. But since I’m in a minority, I’m guessing my careful consumption of television over Christmas will not be noticed at all. Or missed.

Although, since we’re on one of those things that keeps track of who watches what and when, I have to own up to being so technically incompetent that I had the Grandmother watch Dolly Parton last night. She didn’t, but there was no way I could delete her after she went to bed.

Dolly Parton at the O2

So, it was just me and Dolly and most of the O2 arena. Nice blue dress, although having heard that she looks totally different without make-up and wig, I kept wondering what she looks like. Really. Concert was good, but I’d go mad if I had to have those bodyguards escort me everywhere.

I did actually watch a little Johnny Cash afterwards, but found it so painfully embarrassing I had to turn it off. As Roger Whittaker would say, he didn’t have Dolly’s two advantages.

Geoffrey Palmer and David Suchet in The Clocks

Before the country greats we sat down to Poirot. Couldn’t remember much about The Clocks except for the clocks. Could have sworn that I saw bits of Brighton, and I wonder where the crescent-shaped street can be found? Possibly in Dover. Doesn’t matter. It always looks good, and this time the plot wasn’t too outrageous, either. Watched parts of it twice to allow the Grandmother to catch up with the bits she slept through.

The Doctor and Lily

Cyril

After Christmas dinner and two lots of dishwasher on Sunday, I was more than ready to sit down with the Doctor. Despite its Narnia theme I liked it. How like a childless man to take children through a snowy landscape wearing only their dressing gowns and slippers. The only thing that grated somewhat was Matt Smith smirking ‘I know’ each time the children discovered something they liked.

Madge

A good cry was had by all at the end. Nice tree. Nice trees, in fact.

Maggie Smith

In my next life I will come back as the good Dowager at Downton. Those one-liners are a dream. (In my life as a witch I’m much too kind to utter anything like that. Naturally.)

Didn’t expect Matthew and Mary to get their act together quite so soon. And I still want to know what happened to Patrick from Canada. My hopes for Edith and her beau with the trembling smile have grown a little. Might be a case for the ouija board. Shame about Nigel Havers. He’d have been a good addition to this upperclass zoo.

I’m one of those who didn’t mind all that much about the slipping standards of season two, but it was certainly noticeable how much better the Christmas episode was. We’ll have more of the same for next year, please.

Downton Christmas

Who’s River?

It’s not applying myself enough that caused me not to ‘see it coming’. I just wasn’t speculating, reckoning – quite rightly – that if I watched A Good Man Goes To War I’d find out a thing or two.

I don’t know about the rest of you, but I have spent a considerable time under the impression that River Song is the Doctor’s wife. Maybe she isn’t, or perhaps she is. Was. Will be. It’s not important. I just watch for the temporary fun of it.

River Song

This was a good Moffat-y episode and an acceptable cliffhanger for the summer. The headless things barely registered, but according to sources close to me, they are capable of causing sleeplessness. I suppose the tied-up sacks instead of heads is a little yucky.

Headless Monks

I have a childish fondness for the kinds of script that call for lots of people to get together, re-uniting against some shared enemy or other. This was a good one in that respect. Lots of people. Trouble is I didn’t remember half of them. This probably means I’ve just proved myself an absolutely useless Doctor Who fan.

Pulverising people is not terribly scary, though. ‘Are you my mummy’ type things do it so much better.

Rory

And I maintain that Rory is an asset. Especially as an old Roman. Move over, Amy!

The Impossible Astronaut

As Daughter said, she hates Steven Moffat sometimes. When he gets scary. And The Impossible Astronaut did have a flavour of ‘are you my mummy?’, although I’m not sure it was the child so much as the ‘creatures’. Those that look so awful that you want to scream, but that you forget as soon as you don’t see them.

'Scary Face' - Doctor Who

Doctor Who

Spaceman - Doctor Who

The Doctor described himself as the King of OK, which even he realised was bad. But he is looking forward to whatever it was he will do/have done that made River slap him. It’s hard with time travel and you don’t know where you are.

1969, for most of it. Spacemen, but not the Apollo ones, I’d say. One of those deliciously named Americans, Canton Everett Delaware III. He was President Nixon’s second ex-FBI choice, but by happy coincidence so was Nixon. Delaware number III’s second presidential choice, that is.

Tardis coloured envelopes were nice, and the fishfingers and custard surfaced briefly. Amy is pregnant. So it had better not be her who gets killed off. It would be a shame for it to be Rory, now that he has matured so nicely. Which leaves River.

River, Rory, the Doctor and Amy

It was an OK, if not King of, first episode.

Who’s behind you?

Arghh..!

It didn’t exactly look like Obama, so maybe it’s a fake president. But that teaser appetiser thing of the Doctor Who new season prequel is quite…

As Daughter said, it’s sort of back to ‘are you my mummy?’ standards. (I’ll just scream silently here for a few minutes.)

‘There are no monsters in the Oval Office.’ No. Of course there aren’t.

The big shark in the sky

It lost a little bit of momentum some time around the third quarter. Otherwise Doctor Who was pretty refreshing after too much Christmas food. Was it just that we’ve been missing him, or did they try harder this time? The Christmas Carol theme was hardly original, but worked quite well.

Michael Gambon, Matt Smith and Laurence Belcher

Amy in her police uniform and Rory as an old Roman was slightly odd, especially on board a spaceship, but seeing them in ‘clothes past’ almost made sense. And Michael Gambon is always good.

Matt Smith continues to put a smile on our faces, and his instant time travelling was fun and at times almost impossible to keep up with. Dashing back for the pin code was a good one.

Katherine Jenkins

If they are going to cast singers in the Christmas episodes, Katherine Jenkins was a much better choice than many, and her singing (it was ‘bleak midwinter’, wasn’t it?) was magical. The first song in particular worked so well, both for the shark and for us. Slightly strange to have her use the screwdriver as a microphone, but odder things have been known to happen.

Suitably romantic, suitably sweet little boy, and suitably literary Dickensian plot. According to Son it was a better Christmas Who than most. I agree.

Flesh and Stone

And the bishop had the Doctor’s back. It’s not what they normally do, but in the end I quite liked the bishop.

Doctor Who

Poor Amy spent the second of the angel episode busy not looking at the angels. Or at anything. I could just see how those converses were going to take a tumble, seeing as she couldn’t see. But the soil was too well raked. They need to rough it up if they are going to be face first in the stuff again.

Angel

I know Daughter was busy counting kisses for David Tennant. Was this Matt Smith’s first Doctor kiss? And if they are going to use the phrase ‘getting married in the morning’ much more, I’ll break into song. It’s almost an irresistible urge. I’ll be Bryn Terfel.

Scared Bob was fairly scary at the end, I thought. It was the mild way he had of speaking, coupled with the things he had to say, which made it shivery stuff. Enough to make anyone crack up?

The crack

Sorry about that very bad crack. And sorry about that one, too.

The Time of Angels

I was going to wait until next week. After all, what’s the point blogging about half an episode? But as those Facebook nerds said – immediately – it was quite a good one. So I can at least put a couple of photos on here.

Amy, the Doctor and River Song

Those angels were actually quite creepy last time round, and with Amy rubbing her eyes, I now have an urge to do likewise. The clerics were almost Philip Pullman-ish, and sacred Bob went to being scared Bob. There was the quote, which I don’t remember perfectly, but it was something about a verger and his explosives.

The Doctor and Father Octavian

I’m content to wait for next week’s instalment, but Daughter has theories. Well, she’s allowed to.