The Complete Menagerie (Almost) – New podcast!

Managerie

Greg, Tom and Sam are “The Complete Menagerie (Almost)”.

You may think I’ve been quiet of late, BUT NO!

Exciting things have been “afoot”. I have been recording a brand new podcast with my tall chums Tom Bailey and Samuel Payne (we have a combined height of in excess of eighteen feet). You may accurately describe us as “The Complete Menagerie (Almost)”.

We’re gassing about Doctor Who, though not the remake, we’re only interested in the proper series. Though, of course, with three cultured intellectuals such as me, Sam and Tom in the same room, and with the booze flowing, we end up talking about all manner of crazy shit, from Roger Moore’s finest performances to where Alan Bennett’s An Englishman Abroad was filmed to Sam’s driving test on the island of Jersey.

Thoughts on Peter Capaldi and Doctor Who

Most people know that I am a fan of Doctor Who. Many who have come to the series through the abortion of a remake assume that it and the classic series are one in the same, and are often faintly bemused to discover that I draw a distinction between the two. I treat the remake with apathy. I’m happy to concede and live with the fact that I’m not its target audience.

But Peter Capaldi is a proper actor. So, the question has fairly been put to me from several quarters: will I tune in again when he takes over the lead role?

Pilgrimages of a Doctor Who obsessive…

I have a hobby that I share with a few friends which involves visiting locations – any and every – that were used in Doctor Who. It’s a bit odd, it’s definitely for geeks, but it’s a relatively inexpensive hobby that appeals to the obsessive side of being a fan. This can mean visiting entire villages (Aldbourne, Blists Hill), roads, stately homes, private houses, landmarks (St. Paul’s Cathedral, The Hayward Gallery, The Post Office Tower) and even fields, lakes and quarries!

Valentine Days

Naughty me. I’d arranged to view a play on Tuesday evening. For some stupid reason February 14th didn’t ring any bells. So I spent the evening alone at Theatre 503 watching what was admittedly a great play. Mathematics of the Heart, ironically (and painfully) enough, is about relationships and the difficulty in meeting partners’ expectations. I was surrounded by couples. Pip was at home on his own.

Undoubtedly the critic gig has amazing perks, and it’s great to see so many shows. But there are times when I should really be at home.