Russell T Davies

Lets Twist Again

Hello dear reader it’s been a long time for which I again apologise (to all 5 of you!) Worry not my desire to write has not decreased, hence this piece. Merely my motivation and inner quality control has intervened

My fictional ideas, well my real ideas about fictional things, have been poor or similar to things I have done before, or both. So the little starts on bits I made have remained just starts, under developed characters in unrealistic situations. “That never stopped Russell T Davies” I hear you shout. Whilst I agree with this self heckle Russell TD is an award winning writer (mostly about his love for the “D” but still) and I am blogger, so he wins.

My opinion pieces, so pant wettingly well put together in the past have suffered over the last year. Why? Well 2014 was such an event packed year, generally speaking all of it horrid. Personally I got my shit together, but the world was busy going crazy. Lots to write about you may think. Well no, not really. There are many things I can’t write about because of work, of things I can speak of I don’t really add anything new to the party, in that I agree, because who wouldn’t, with the common consensus. Gunmen in cafes and the offices of paris satirists are bad. People protesting over everything, from “corrupt police” to “Jeremy Clarkson” None of it really interests me. There is no contrast, no grey area. If you think your God is offended by a cartoon, not a very strong willed God by the way.

So that leaves poetry. Seems my type of whimsy is well suited for the web, being that it’s short and easily forgettable, much like me! I like writing it, and some of you enjoy reading it, but I never intended this whole thing to be a tribute to Pam Ayres (much maligned as she is, name 5 poets, she’ll be in most peoples lists)

I always have enjoyed writing, like most things, I’ll never be the best or the most popular but I will always try to write things I like in the hope that anyone who reads it might like them too. Hopefully I’ll hop back on the fiction wagon soon, with a twist so devious even Chubby Checker would be jealous. Who knows when motivation strikes.

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More Than Words

Tabloid journos get a lot of stick, sometimes quite rightly for listening in to voicemails and generally making up stories, even misquoting to fit a stories narrative. But it must be quite difficult, especially when you are a correspondent for one particular subject matter like the Royals, Finance or Football.

I mean there are only so many words. If you are writing about the same topics day in day out, the words tend to blend into one another and lose their impact. It doesn’t however make the words any less true. I consider myself to have a wide vocabulary but in my writing and communication I get frustrated at times that the “right” words are words I use a lot and their impact is sometimes lost.

A quick look at thesaurus.com tells me for example, that there are 50 synonyms for the word “Beautiful”. So thats 50 times you describe a sunset or a dog or a woman or a bridge. But you can’t exactly say “My thats a foxy bridge” and if you said it 50 times it would get same-y.. and thats just me who writes a blog piece once in the blue moon (not one about a bridge). I guess I’ll have to start writing about pig-ugly women instead. But where is the fun in that!!

I choose my words carefully, and vocally in conversation I am not ever in the habit of saying things that I don’t mean. That’s a waste of time and it serves no purpose. So if I say your writing is good or you have a cute arse I mean it. Equally the same applies if I say you write with all the believability of Russell T Davies and your tits are saggy. I didn’t say I was nice all the time!!

Little wonder then that Shakespeare made up his own words, a load of which are in regular use today. Indeed without the bard we could neither be aroused or amazed by the sight of someones undressed radiance. I do have a concern that due to technology our language is losing it’s lyrical nature. “LOL” is now in the dictionary and now is uttered in real life, instead of actually laughing or in the reserved English nature, smiling politely.

I am interested to know peoples opinions on this. As most folks who read this will write in some shape or another. Do you get miffed by the lack of impact words? Or is my vocabulary very small needing some work.. Please comment, if you like!

Bridging the East River

A Foxy Bridge

(WMB4X) Tennants Pilsner

Doctor Who this month celebrates 50 years of existence. Which is very good for me as fan. My generation really missed out on the Doctor with the show being sent to the knackers yard by the BBC in 1989. I was 9. Had I been just a few years older I would have been able to appreciate the show. As it is I remember McCoy as MY doctor, and he was also voted the best doctor of all time when he was current resident of the TARDIS. He wasn’t of course.

In a recent Radio Times survey David Tennant has been voted the best Doctor with over 50% of the vote. I wouldn’t put Tennant at the top. In my view whilst there were some gems in his tenure as the Time Lord poor writing and shouty acting really put me off. Although it has to be said most of this dislike has come on in retrospect after being alerted to the Shouty, running Doctor by friends.

I get that Doctor Who is an action drama. Motion and movement are important, but largely lazy writing means that the solution to lot of problems is to run. If you don’t believe me play a drinking game where you have to drink every time Tennant says or is running. You’d have drunk the place dry by episode 3.

It’s difficult to vote on who is the best Doctor. It’s usually the person who is currently holding the sonice screwdriver who gets the nod. However Doctor Who in the Tennant years was much more a drama with Sci-fi elements. Since Steven Moffatt has been the show runner the program has moved a darker place with rewards for the regular viewer over those who dipped in on their way out to Yates.

Matt Smith has produced an excellent performance for such a young man playing a character over 900 years old. Maybe thats what it is with me when it comes to Tennant. Permit me to explain.

Sean Connery is my favourite Bond. In 1983 he made Never Say Never Again, which was not an official Bond film. In itself it’s quite enjoyable, with Rowan Atkinson making a pre- Johnny English big screen appearance. There is something about it however that doesn’t sit right as a Bond film. It appears to be Sean Connery, playing a younger Sean Connery who is playing Bond. This to me is what Tennants Who was like.

Tennant playing a Doctor, not THE Doctor. There were lots of inconsistencies Daleks could fly being the main one that springs to mind. Smith’s performance brought the show back to it’s roots playing the well travelled time lord with a wisdom and eccentricness whilst at the same time scaring the bejesus out of a new generation. Tennant could never quite pull that off.

Favourite doctor? High hopes for Peter Capaldi


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