heh.  Funny how it always seems to be the Doctor that tempts me out of hiding on here.  While I loved Series 5, though, (and am loving Eleven with a passion) there was nothing I either felt I wanted to fix through fanfic or needed to add to.  It was all already perfect.

Series 6 brings Eleven/River, however :-)  Definitely doesn't need fixing, but oh boy is it ever a feast for the imagination.  I find the idea of the balance of the way they will behave around each other changing as they meet to be absolutely fascinating.

I know I have bad updating habits, but I imagine this as the first little snippet of many.  It still works as a stand-alone, I think, but after I've gone out to buy chocolate I'll be carrying on writing :-)

I hope you (if there is anybody out there who'd even be aware of this) enjoy.

Romana
Take Which Doctor Who companion are you? (girls) today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.heeee ... that made my day way more than it should have done. :D

I'm sure I'm saying nothing that hasn't been said before a million times by other people, but every time I see a post bemoaning Doctor Who's "lack of gravitas" and whining about not taking the show "seriously" enough, I want to full-out belly laugh.

Gravitas.  That word has grown twee and overused.  (Along with "iconic", to a lesser degree, but I digress.)  Do these people know what they're asking for?  What show they're watching?

What's wrong with the occasional lightness of touch or moment of humour?  The best dramas make use of them.  The best comedies have moments of touching, moving drama.  Box yourself into fully one genre or the other - something Who has never done - and you'll only end up boring half your audience or patronising them.

I just read a passionate defence of romantic comedy on my f-list, at the end of a rant about 30 Rock, here: mindymakru.livejournal.com/36508.html  While I'm aware that Who is not romcom (though it's capable of being so), the point she makes about Shakespeare I think carries over to the show; if elements of many myriad genres was good enough for him, what the heck is wrong with Who dipping into all those very same elements?

Personally I think Doctor Who does a damn fine job of skipping along a fine line that means it caters for a massively wide audience and is capable of making me laugh and cry within the space of a single episode.  If that's not taking the show "seriously" enough, I'm not sure what would be.  And I don't think I'd want to watch it if they did make it, either.

Gravitas?  Faugh.  These people wouldn't know gravitas if it sat beside them on the train and fondled their inner leg.  Big "g" gravitas would look obvious, overdone and stupid, anyway ...

Off to work ... rant over.

Yes, it's been months since I last posted in here, and I sincerely doubt anybody will be interested or even notice I'm taking a moment to write ... tons has been going on in the last few months that I should really have taken the time to post about, though vast amounts of it are things I'd rather forget (work and family stresses aren't fun for anybody to read and all I'd have been doing would have been de-stressing, anyway) - but what happened yesterday is something I don't want to forget for a very long time.

I'm very sorry I never got to meet chicklet73, but I was there for the Saturday matinee of Hamlet, with friends and family - and I am utterly blown away by how fab it was. I had seats on the back row of the circle with somebody's head in the way, but I couldn't have cared less because the show was freaking amazing.

I am so very much in love with David Tennant. Guh. And Patrick Stewart, good lord, I salute you. You had shivers running down my spine.

But David. Oh, David. You made my Shakespeare-hating mum jump to her feet to give you a standing ovation. She understood everything (having been petrified she wouldn't get a single word) and is now very much interested in the extra ticket I had to Love's Labour's Lost later in the year. Ha.

Yes, I am an unashamed fangirl. And I know I'm totally and completely biased. But I've seen Shakespeare plays before (albeit never by the RSC) and good grief, that company was freaking incredible. The production was atmospheric and spooky - funny where I hadn't expected it to be - and had me completely engrossed the whole way through, even when David wasn't on the stage.

I felt totally privileged to be there and I just had to mark it while I still remembered. I now have to find a spot on the wall for my poster!

I might come back and fill in a few details if I remember, but right now it's a bit late and I'm getting up early for work tomorrow :) ... just had to eeeeeeeee on here or burst!

I had to share this. Lee Mead, Connie Fisher; the two of you are stars.



Merry Christmas, everybody!

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Well, my presents are wrapped and under the tree, I've gone through my first bottle of bubbly, eaten several mince pies, written my last cards and been reduced to complete mush by watching Lee and Connie singing All I Ask Of You to each other on my telly (seriously, omg, major tv history moment in the making there, I'm praying for downloads. Guh). The last door's open on my advent calendar, the turkey's already half cooked and the house smells fantastic, and I wanted to wish all my f-list a very, very Merry Christmas and a fabulously happy New Year.

I hope you all get to spend a fantastic day with loved ones, lots of food that's bad for you, and just enough drink to make you as merry as the day!

*hugs you all*

Yes, I'm alive - yes, I've pulled my usual act of not posting on my own journal for an age. Thought a few of my f-list might appreciate an exciting bullet-point list of what's been going on in my life lately.

1. Tons of work, for which I cannot find any enthusiasm but which I must get done or be fired
2. An accountancy course which is scaring me as it makes my brain do hurty things
3. Christmas shopping squeezed in between the above that is in carrier bags on my bedroom floor as I type. Have managed to send off one present but that so far is it
4. The obligatory Christmas cold has descended on me in time to ruin my meal out with my family tomorrow, and I have no doubt I will sneeze on Lee Mead and be hung, drawn and quartered by the Mead fandom for giving him my germs (yay for front row seats to Joseph, less yay for me resembling Rudolf when I take my seat)
5. Much depression over the stupidly gorgeous Gethin Jones being kicked from Strictly Come Dancing. He was geeky and shy and humble and talented and threw himself heart and soul into that show. I wanted his babies and I'm not ashamed to admit it
6. Much love and squeeage for the delectable Richard Armitage and the stupendous Lucy Griffiths as the wonderful Guy and Marian. The most recent episode of Robin Hood broke my brain and I am now nervously anticipating what's to come in the last two episodes
7. LOLS over the admission from RTD that Martha was set up to be second-best. Have been strongly resisting the urge to laugh 'I toooooold you so' a few places but have thus far resisted. My poor Martah *huggles her*

*sneezes*

Off to find a fresh supply of sinus medicine and tissues. Merry Christmas, all!

Hello all! I've finally decided to revisit an old story I started writing absolutely AGES ago, which is now pretty much AU, sadly. If anybody's interested at all, unless you've got an exceptional memory, you'll probably want to revisit the first part of the story first, here.  I'm hoping the second part isn't complete shit.

Title: Déjà Vu (2 of ?)
Author: voicelikehoney
Characters: Tenth Doctor/Martha Jones
Rating: PG (only to start. I plan to change that later)
Spoilers: Mild - a few references to Human Nature/Family of Blood and 42.
Summary:  Martha asks the Doctor to take her somewhere he remembers.
Author's Note: I began writing this back in May when Ten/Martha was still a hopeful prospect.  We can pretty much consider this AU for the middle of series 3 now.