Right, it's been a while, but there's been nothing much happening lately besides society breaking down, being laid low with a nasty virus, Old Father Monoid having a lengthy spell in hospital and me having to endure two consecutive seasons of "Poldark". (A programme that blithely manages to squander excellent actors, excellent scenery and make me very, very cross in the process).
Actually, it's been so long since I bookmarked this entry, that I've forgotten what I was going to write.
Looking at the title, it was probably something to do with the fact that I was halfway through viewing Season Fourteen, and was finding Serial 4Q a most curious beast. Certainly a turning point both in the Season and in Seventies Who in general. For alongside the Lovely Louise Jameson, we are also introduced to the bizarrely inconsistent directorial skills of Pennant Roberts in an ironically schizophrenic story.
Oh, and laser gun battles in stark white corridors? More of that next Season, and not at all influenced by Star Wars, no siree.
Anyway, it's August 21st now, and I'm nearly at the end of "The Talons of Weng-Chiang", which I have reappraised as being an excellent five-parter (instead of an excellent four-parter, as previously), and I am a bit sad at nearing the end of an era.
Contemplating forthcoming seasons, I find myself oddly drawn to Season Twenty-Six, and I fear there may be some serious reappraising being done when that rolls around.
And whilst I'm thinking along such lines, I really must nail my colours to the mast and state once and for all that Ed Tudor-Pole was the Best Seventh Doctor We Never Had.
Just watch him doing "Swords of a Thousand Men" on TOTP back in the day, and if he isn't Doctor Bloody Who, then I don't know what the world's coming to...
