drunk with power, steven moffat declares that the doctor’s name is “steven moffat”
Christmas, for us, begins with Santa Claus. Now, my kids are ten and 13, but somehow they haven’t suspected the truth yet. No, in some enchanted extension of childhood innocence they still think it’s my wife Sue and I who fill their stockings with presents. Time and again I’ve tried to explain that it’s really a magic man called Santa, who lives at the North Pole, mass-producing pirate copies of commercial brands and distributing them worldwide for free, as a protest against capitalism. But they’re having none of it.
I think part of DW planing is how much can we get away with while keeping it family friendly.
It must be a neverending ‘how much boobs and innuendo we can put in one episode before we get moved to 10pm’ game for them.
Things Moffat Does:
- Makes you fall in love with characters
- Throws them off of tall buildings
Let’s be honest
I think Steven deserves the “not as big of a jerk as you could’ve been award.” At least Amy/Rory weren’t brutally killed, neither of them were left alone in a parallel world, and nobody became the Master. They even lived happily together for the rest of their lives. So here’s to you Steven:
We’re trying to schedule everything around everything. Obviously, Sherlock Holmes is off battling Captain Kirk, and Dr Watson is helping Gandalf, and I’m in the TARDIS.
Terrifying Fact Number Two, is that I’ve just watched Matt Smith carrying a flaming torch on screen. Oh, it’s for such a thrilling scene in Episode 12. Really and truly, magnificent and epic. A proper movie moment. But never mind that, it’s Matt carrying a FLAMING TORCH. Look, Matt’s lovely, he’s a magnificent, brand new, hilarious, heartbreaking, heroic Doctor — but the fact is, if that man walks into a room with a coffee then it’s only so long before you’re wearing it. No, really, clumsiest man on earth. He walks like he’s in a constant state of surprise at his own limbs. I remember when he turned up at a Worldwide meeting really early on, and the first thing he did was spill a cup of coffee over a rather lovely woman. Naturally she giggled, flushed and introduced her mother. (Ahh, life when you’re Matt ! I accidentally made eye contact with the same woman — she phoned the police and shot me in the face.) On the way out he apologised to a completely different woman for the coffee incident. “That was the wrong woman,” I said, as he went out the doors. “Nope,” he replied, “That was the second cup.”
Oh, and there was the top secret, very special, extra readthrough for Episode 10 (I’m talking that up, but what the hell) and Matt came striding in with a GUITAR ON HIS BACK. I have honestly never seen a whole roomful of people flatten themselves against a wall with such a high-pitched squeal of terror. Except Karen, of course, who trotted along behind him without a care in the world. Oh, the horror as the Doctor spun and chatted and coffeed a series of delighted women. How that guitar arced and scythed! Swish! Get down, Karen! Swish! Karen, save yourself! Swish! Not her face, Matt, NOT HER FACE!! Ah, the memories. You know, to this day I’m not sure if Matt knew he had a guitar on his back — he might just have collided with a musician.