Thursday 31 December 2015

FRIABLE 311215

"This biscuit is far too friable to be useful as evidence, Watson" said Holmes "but that's just the way the cookie crumbles..."

His lack of word-wrangling success
Has left him truly friable -
So I think future entries are at best
Unlikely to be viable

"Friable" (from Kelvin Clone) - the fragrance to put on when you're completely shattered

A friable soul -
Delicate in confidence -
Easily broken

Once you've successfully scrambled eggs, they are still very much friable


Friable -
°Easily broken into small fragments, crumbled, or reduced to powder.
°(of soil) Loose and large-grained in consistency.

Wednesday 30 December 2015

IMMOLATE 301215

"I decided to immolate the incriminating document, Watson" said Holmes "it both solved the problem & made the room more toasty"

Whilst I'm not one to berate
Her tendency to immolate -
My mother did manage to cremate
Every single thing that we ate

"Immolate" (from Kelvin Clone) - the fragrance for all your burning desires

Corporate memo -
Immolate all paperwork -
Burn the evidence

The designer of the Immolate Garden Pest Control Device eventually got fired for cruelty to animals.

Immolate -
°to kill as a sacrifice.
°to destroy, especially by fire.

Tuesday 29 December 2015

MUSTACHIOED 291215

"The culprit's almost certainly mustachioed, Watson" said Holmes "though I'm not yet certain about the shape of the handlebars"

He used to be mustachioed
A hairy-lipped young knave -
It vanished when some cash he owed
His disguise following a close shave

Alternatively:

He used to be mustachioed
A hairy-lipped young knave -
It vanished when much cash he owed
His disguise following a close shave

"Mustachioed" (from Kelvin Clone) - the fragrance that grows on you

Growing up couldn't
Wait to be mustachioed
To hide his hair lip

A mustachioed man approached me... He wasn't nuts but he was completely pistachioed...

Mustachioed -
°Alternative spelling of moustachio’d.

Monday 28 December 2015

IMPUGN 281215

"The fellow tried to impugn my conclusion, Watson" said Holmes "until I was actually able to produce the very cormorant...!"

My poetic skill and wit
It's unfair to impugn -
But I'm prepared to admit
I can't sing them in tune

"Impugn" (from Kelvin Clone) - the fragrance that is an attack on the senses (in so many ways)

Simple to impugn
Any arguments I make -
Reasonable doubts

Arguably, the sound of a gremlin fired from a cannon ricocheting - impugn

Impugn -
°(obsolete) To assault, attack.
°To verbally assault, especially to argue against an opinion, motive, or action; to question the truth or validity of.

Sunday 27 December 2015

THAUMATURGY 271215

"That oaf Lestrade thanked me for my usual thaumaturgy, Watson" said Holmes "then vanished with the villain in a puff of smoke"

Early morning thaumaturgy
Word-wrangling hocus-pocus
Only tends to work out magically
If I really take my time and focus

"Thaumaturgy" (from Kelvin Clone) - the magic about this fragrance is that people actually believe our nonsense

Life's miracle was
My simple thaumaturgy
Put a spell on you

The magic of Christmas: After forgetting to take it out of the freezer on Christmas eve, the microwave could still thaumaturgy.

Thaumaturgy -
°The working of miracles.
°Magic; witchcraft, wizardry.

Saturday 26 December 2015

PANURGIC 261215

"I'm a specialist, Watson" said Holmes "So that sort of fellow tends to give me a panurgic reaction..."

I'll turn my hand to anything
I'm panurgic you might say
Fix the roof, make your pipes sing
I'll do the lot if you want to pay

"Panurgic" (from Kelvin Clone) - the fragrance suitable for every possible situation even if it is ghastly

There is not a thing
The panurgic person fears
Except not trying

Friday 25 December 2015

JUNKET 251215

"We shall eat at the Mr Collins' house tonight, Watson" said Holmes "no junket required..."

Got given a tiny biscuit
And nothing in which to dunk it
I shouldn't say but I'll risk it
Do you call this a junket?

"Junket" (from Kelvin Clone) - the fragrance that's a feast for the nose

Don't want to junket?
Avoiding the scrap heap by
Not getting legless

Junket -
(n) : feast, banquet; picnic

Thursday 24 December 2015

BRUSQUE 241215

"Holmes, I fear that you may have a reputation for being a little brusque" I ventured. "Oh, **** off, Watson!" Holmes replied.

Old Ebenezer was a miser
Who could be a little brusque
Ghosts made him a little wiser
Once the day had turned to dusk

"Brusque" (from Kelvin Clone) - the fragrance that always comes across a little short despite the big bottle and price tag.

This haiku for "brusque"
Is considerably rude
But short and snappy

My experience of social events: Get the brusque in, get the brusque off...


Brusque -
(adj) : rudely abrupt, unfriendly

Wednesday 23 December 2015

CAITIFF 231215

"I rather like Mr Caitiff, Watson" said Holmes "At least he has the courage of his convictions..."

I was her little caitiff
The captive of her heart
I couldn't even leave her if
You gave me a ten mile head start

"Caitiff" (from Kelvin Clone) - the fragrance that you'll want to keep under lock and key

Unhappy marriage
Indi-caitiff called themselves
Prisoners of war

Mister Caitiff was never the greatest plumber... He always used old lagging.

Caitiff -
°(obsolete) a captive or prisoner.
°(archaic) a villain, a coward or wretch.

Tuesday 22 December 2015

UNDULATION 221215

"I don't think of these incidents as a crime wave as such, Watson" said Holmes "as more of an undulation..."

It wasn't just too much booze
Making me sick for the whole cruise
Because the ocean's undulation
Went on for the whole duration

"Undulation" (from Kelvin Clone) - the fragrance that washes over you in waves

Life's undulation -
Inexperienced young men -
Green around the girls

The signal came in, a gentle undulation on the screen: "It's a sine! It's a sine!" he shouted excitedly.

Undulation -
°an instance or act of undulating.
°a wavy appearance or outline; waviness.

Monday 21 December 2015

ENSCONCE 211215

"Let us, for once, ensconce ourselves in Claridges, Watson" said Holmes "I believe that their cream teas are excellent..."

To the cafe we'd ensconce
And order tea and scones -
Almost immediately someone moans
That we should have called them scones

"Ensconce" (from Kelvin Clone) - the fragrance that you'll never wear out

Favourite armchair -
The place to ensconce yourself -
Settled and secure

After the ENSCONCE randal a lot of its chief executives found themselves in a secure environment.
Learning to proof-read.


Ensconce -
°To place in a secure environment.
°To settle comfortably.

Sunday 20 December 2015

SKEDADDLE 201215

"Watson, for years I've been after the Skedaddle Gang" said Holmes "but they've always been at least 100 yards ahead of me..."

If you skedaddle and run
With something you've not bought
The chase might be half the fun
But you'll still end up in court

"Skedaddle" (from Kelvin Clone) - the fragrance that only ever needs a quick spurt

Opportunities
To do a swift skedaddle
Reduce with the years

"Skedaddle" was the brand name of a new kind of "hover" board (a description which had been blown up out of all proportion)

Skeddadle-
°To move or run away quickly.

UPDATE

Same old steam-powered gadget
The software update from hell
I'm having so much fun with it
Oh really? Couldn't you tell?

Saturday 19 December 2015

SIMPER 191215

"Watson! If this wretched girl tries to simper at me again" said Holmes "I shall have to put her into your hands..."

Forced to wear a jumper from hell
I could only raise a simper
The night as I'm sure you can tell
Ended up no bang & all whimper

"Simper" (from Kelvin Clone) - the fragrance that you most probably got in last year's Secret Santa exchange

The unhappy soul 
Caught her eye with a simper -
The wages of grin

Simper Simon met a pieman
Who took pity on him then & there
That's the beauty of passive aggression
Thought Simon at the fair.

Simper -
°To smile in a frivolous, self-conscious, often coy manner.
°A frivolous, self-conscious smile.

Friday 18 December 2015

LIONIZE 181215

"I refuse to lionize the fellow, Watson" said Holmes, "after all, once you get to know him, my brother's just a big pussycat!"

He wanted us to lionize him
To bow and scrape and coo
But he just got lucky in life's whim
And still has to go to the loo

"Lionize" (from Kelvin Clone) - the fragrance that... look, you've seen the idiot celebrities we get to do our adverts, yes...?

Guilty but famous
Because they lionize him -
Released without charge

At the press conference, they all look into her deep golden lionize and then lap up everything she says. It's an easy meet.

Trying to make jokes
About particle physics
So soon in the day

Converting the word
Ionise to lionize
Particularly

Lionize -
°To treat (a person) as if he were important, or a celebrity.
°To visit famous places in order to revere them.

Thursday 17 December 2015

CACHINNATOR 171215

"Listen well, Watson!" said Holmes "If we are to catch this cachinnator, his terrifying sound will drift across the night air"

A notorious cachinnator
Her cackles boomed across the room
Which made everyone around just hate her
And go as quiet as a tomb

"Cachinnator" (from Kelvin Clone) - the fragrance that guarantees that everyone in the room will be looking in your direction

Spending any time
Close to a cachinnator -
It's just not funny

You should never say "cachinnator alligator", especially to a crocodile...

Cachinnator -
°One who laughs loudly and immoderately.

Wednesday 16 December 2015

MORADACIOUS 161215

"Ah, Watson, I'd be lying to you if I said you will not find a moradacious criminal in the annals of crime..." said Holmes.

That marvellous life ostentatious
It seems to good to be true
Turns out that it's all moradacious
Which of course we all knew

"Moradacious" (from Kelvin Clone) - the fragrance that you simply can't live without

Politicians lie -
So is it moradacious
To still believe them?

If you're talking about press lies, the magic word to get into that particular newspaper's archive is "Moradacious!"

Moradacious -
°(of a person) lying, untruthful or dishonest.
°(of a statement etc) false or untrue.


(Yes, ironically, it's another incorrect definition - but I decided for once to run with it anyway)

TIME AND THE RANI


An article written for an ultimately abandoned "Fanzine" project that was going to focus upon, re-evaluate, and re-examine some of the stories from the TV series “Doctor Who”  that are considered less than successful, even by some of its greatest fans. “Time And The Rani” (from 1987) is considered to be one of the very worst, but I promised that I would try and come up with some nice things to say about it, and this is the result...

TIME AND THE RANI

You know, I think that I’ve always been a Doctor Who fan, or at least I have been for as long as I can remember, and certainly as far back as the now long-forgotten day when that mysterious “someone” bought me my first copy of “Doctor Who In An Exciting Adventure With The Daleks” and, perhaps, cursed me forever.

We’ve had our “moments” of course down through the years, those times when I buried my fandom so deeply under a large (and metaphorical) burgundy overcoat that I would have been devastated – annihilated! - to be spotted by a colleague buying a Doctor Who video at lunchtime in the W H Smiths near to where I worked, or buying the latest Target novelisation when my fellow students were devouring Iris Murdoch or someone equally worthy.

The problem is that I love the show.

Bloody. Love. It.

Always have. Probably always will.

In all its various formats, and with all its faults, quirks, and foibles, I still can find something to enjoy in every single episode, even the ones that I might struggle to go and actually pick up from the shelf on a dull evening can give me something to delight in during the gentle mocking of an online “Tweetalong”  - “The Android Invasion” I’m thinking of you - or some other random chatter. Some moments, I’ll admit, do take some loving, and there will always be episodes I’m more likely to pop into the machine ahead of others, but nevertheless, I don’t really have a “favourite” era, or a “favourite” Doctor because I can see something wonderful in all of them.

This, of course, might suggest to some, perhaps less “blind”, personalities that I am undiscerning, or have very low standards, or just aren’t enough of a “fan” (whatever that is) but then I remember just how this “funny little kid’s show” has been the only constant throughout an otherwise fairly unremarkable life, and I think  “sod ‘em”.

The show is embedded into my personality so deeply that those nine letters run through me like they used to in those sweet, sticky pink sticks of rock that I used to be given once we’d visited the Doctor Who Exhibition on Blackpool’s Golden Mile. Mention in passing “The Power of the Daleks” and my brain will leap – perhaps unwisely – to thoughts of the newly “renewed” (it wasn’t regeneration yet) Doctor talking about himself in the third person without (as became apparent on Twitter the last time this happened) the necessary explanation.

Mention of that long-lost “classic” and highly-regarded (often by people who’ve never seen it) debut of the Second Doctor does bring us, by a rather circuitous route, to “Time and the Rani” the less-loved debut of his successor, the Seventh Doctor.

It’s no secret that both of the last two Doctors of the “classic” era had opening stories that are neither much-loved, nor gave them the best of starts in their limited televisual lives. About “The Twin Dilemma” much, I’m certain, will be written in these pages, but, as you’ll have noticed by the headline to this piece, I’m supposed to be talking about “Time and the Rani”, so “Time and the Rani” is what I’m going to talk about.

Because, way, way back in those far-off days at the back end of 1987, a time when I was nothing but an unemployed Toblerone-eater looking for my first job, when that new season first came on TV in the aftermath of the sacking of dear old Sixie, and before it had yet had chance to become so publicly and universally loathed by – it seems – one and all, I thought that that short moment of what is now considered to be “pre-credits” madness, full of camp overplay and blond wigs, leading into a then “state-of-the-art” graphics sequence was bloody wonderful, and, so shortly afterwards, I came away from the fresh colour and excitement of that first twenty-five minutes feeling both elated and exhilarated.

“Why was that?” you might ask.

Well, the thing is, you have to look at the context. That episode is the first thing screened after the very public sacking of the previous Doctor after the season-long “Trial” a year before which hadn’t exactly inspired much confidence, even in the most loyal of the programme’s fanbase. There’s a lot to like in “Trial of a Time Lord” but the 14 week long single story experiment seemed to have alienated and confused just as many people as it had attracted, and the various problems behind the scenes had left the audience really beginning to wonder what was next, if anything, for their beloved hero.

Many of us were left wondering if the show had a future at all, and whether, despite some of the impressive work that had been done on the last two episodes to raise the standard of the season, maybe that ambiguous ending with the Doctor trapped in the vortex fighting the dark side of himself might not have been a better way for the series to bow out, especially as the bracketing story in the courtroom had sometimes managed to feel far too static, stagey and contrived.

However, all that was behind us now, and we had a new Doctor and a potentially bright new future to look forward to, so sitting down and switching on the television on that long, dark, autumnal evening did bring along with it a certain amount of trepidation, and the bright colourfulness, confidence, and downright animation that “Time and the Rani” showed during it’s first segment seriously got at least this viewer’s adrenaline pumping with the sense that this brave new world might actually have something going for it.

After all, in those few minutes you get a set of brand new titles, a brand new version of the theme tune, a returning villainess who had chosen to return to this “silly little kid’s TV show” after a couple of years working in America on one of the most high profile international television series then being made.

Not only that, but there had been some rather exceptionally impressive seeming visual effects, and the rather astonishing use of point-of-view camerawork to introduce some (as yet unseen) creatures, all of which had made the entire episode seem to be light-years ahead of some of the more static trial scenes that had been played out nine months before.

Now, if you’ve watched the episode since, you might find yourself wondering why I thought all of this was so impressive. Was I blind? Am I insane? Well, I have just been to visit my optician, and so I think I’m able to deny the former, but the jury’s still out on the latter, so perhaps I ought to take a moment to explain.

The much maligned season 24 of the original classic series was the very last one aired before I acquired a video cassette recorder, and so, having sat myself down for the new series, I got one shot at each episode and then had to wait until the “same time, same channel” next week for the story to continue. I also lived I a kind of “isolation bubble” when it came to being a “Doctor Who Fan” and didn’t have a network of pals with whom I could discuss the ups and downs, or the wheres and the whyfores, of any new episode.

Heck, back then I didn’t even have any colleagues to pour scorn on the episode’s equivalent of a “flying space turd” (if it had one) as they would the following year after “Silver Nemesis” aired during my first year of employment. All I had was myself, in a room, pasting my cuttings into my scrapbooks and thinking “Yes, I actually liked that!”

Okay, I’ll accept that this was all the better part of three decades ago now, and hindsight can be both a wonderful and terrible thing. After all, within a few years I’d be able to own “Time and the Rani” forever on video and, after reading throughout those years how dismal both it and the rest of that season that I had once found so fresh, experimental, and invigorating were considered as being, maybe popping that tape into the player wasn’t done with quite such an open mind, and it might not have appeared to be quite as successful as it once have seemed to me.

However, we come here not to bury “Time and the Rani”, but to praise it, and the truth is, even in its digitally remastered, shiny disc glory (because I did actually buy it all over again on another format) the story has a lot to recommend it.

There’s Sylvester, for one, hitting the ground running and totally becoming “The Doctor” in the space of moments. After the unfortunate incident in the curly wig at the beginning (which wasn’t anything like as noticeable on the “blink-and-you’ll-miss-it” first showing) he is, quite frankly, rather wonderful. Now I know that he has his denigrators, those who claim he “can’t act” or is playing it far too much for laughs, but I really feel that I must disagree, even if his delivery of “The Rani!” at one point does make you suspect that he was hoping for another take in the yet to be mastered, mad old world of being “The Doctor”.

Some dislike the fact that he plays the spoons, which is again something I would question now that the actor’s love of football, or even playing the guitar, has now been allowed to become a character trait. Sylvester was known for playing the spoons so why the hell not? After all, if you’re experimenting with the boundaries of what a brand new body is capable of, surely it’s as good a test as anything if your instincts take you that way? I also find a lot to enjoy in the scene where he tries on the various clothes in the TARDIS after running around – rather successfully I find - in the previous Doctor’s outfit for far longer than had ever been previously done. Sylvester’s clowning is beautifully underplayed in that scene, and the nods to the past do lift that scene, leaving him wearing what was a unique version of what became of his costume, with the braces on show and the tartan accessories.

Which brings us to Bonzo. Now I know that I’m one of the few people who is prepared to stand up and say that I have a lot of time for Bonnie Langford – maybe because we’re almost the same age give or take a week or so and I can only respect and admire the fact that she’s done a lot more with her span on this planet that I am ever likely to with mine - but she is rather wonderful in this. In fact, even if you loathe her, you should at least grudgingly accept that she never gives less than her all in the twenty episodes in which she features and plays her role with utter conviction throughout, sometimes in the face of great silliness. Even if you think that she is overplaying in this particular story, I think that it’s because she has to give Mel enough recognisable key physical attributes so that the Rani is able to mimic them with conviction during the scenes where she attempts to convince the still befuddled Doctor that she is indeed that most loyal of companions.

“Time and the Rani” it must be said is not a story without its faults. The Lakyertians are, on the whole, a disappointing bunch design-wise – although, on the whole, no more or less than any other hard-bitten, freedom-fighting aliens in Spandex of their time – and I maintain that their “look” would have worked so much better in the forest setting that they were intended to be living in. There is some frankly bonkers science going on which might have been tempered by a firmer hand being on the script editing tiller, and some of the studio design (with it’s strangely IKEA-styled pyramids and that huge blobby brain) does show a limited budget being stretched far beyond breaking point – although when it works (like in the very creepy lair of the Tetraps) it works very well indeed.

On the whole the location work – and the model work – for this story is of a very high quality and, in the end, whilst it might have added up to less than the sum of its parts, its reputation seems to be built upon a lot of received opinion from people who have never seen it, or refuse to watch it on the grounds that they’ve been told how awful it was. Obviously, there are those who did watch it and loathed every second of it, and they are entitled to their opinions too, although I maintain that it is no better or worse than many fairly average episodes in several eras of the show, and it is attempted with such bravado and gusto, that it remains a hell of a lot of fun, which is more than you can say for a lot of the po-faced telly from that particular time. I’d still rather watch this than half a dozen episodes of “Howards Way” for example.

In the end, “Time and the Rani” might not have been a stone-cold classic but, in rising from the embers of despair that still glowed in the aftermath of the “Hiatus” and the post-Trial sacking of the lead actor, it laid the foundations for the classics that were still to come from the team then making the show, and, by giving the show any kind of future when so many were ready to shove its still-breathing body into a pit and shovel the dirt on top of it, ought to be loved just a little bit more, no matter how begrudgingly.

And, if you’re in the right frame of mind, or with a group of mates who are prepared to be kind, it can be a hell of a lot of fun, and, really, what more could you ask for than that?

WE ARE THE UNLOVED

An article written for an ultimately abandoned "Fanzine" project that was going to focus upon, re-evaluate, and re-examine some of the stories from the TV series “Doctor Who”  that are considered less than successful, even by some of its greatest fans...


WE ARE THE UNLOVED

We are the  ‘unloved’ stories of a ‘much loved’ show. We are the ones that lurk at the bottom of the popularity polls; The stories that you’re advised to avoid; The ones that cause even the most-die-hard of ‘fans’ to pause, draw in a long breath, and then admit that they are probably best avoided by newcomers and old hands alike. They are the shameful relatives, the dark secrets, the ones we’d rather not talk about, and the ones of which we dare not speak out loud in polite company for fear of receiving derision and mockery in return.

We are “The Sensorites” - An early attempt to demonstrate a completely different culture, and to show us that it is the xenophobic humans who can be the worst monsters of all. A story denied a finer reputation by containing some silly round feet, a ridiculous conceit about all looking the same, and, the biggest crime of all, being considered to be painfully slow by the MTV Generation.

We are “The Web Planet” – A stone-cold classic as a Target Book novelization that somehow disappointed a generation when it failed to deliver the pictures that had formed in our collective imaginations when we saw the limitations of trying to present a representation of a totally alien world in a tiny television studio on a nineteen-sixties television budget, something for which it remains unforgiven.

We are “The Space Museum” – Civil war, oppression, rebellion and slavery all told in over the course of three solid enough weeks that somehow failed to get beyond the fact that some people can never forgive old visions of the future for having dated so grievously, and where you can forgive the odd cuddly rat, or flat footed magma beast, double eyebrows remain fair game for derision.

We are “Galaxy Four” – A treatise on the nature of beauty and ugliness and people not always being as attractive as they might first seem, struggles because people believe that its plot might be a cliché-ridden hackneyed old chestnut, despite being made before such tropes had yet had the chance to become those so-called hackneyed clichés.

We are “The Ark” – Although how anyone can take a dislike to a Monoid is beyond me. It is, after all, the most ingenious use of a ping pong ball since the extraordinarily rude one, and their arm gesticulations deserved to become a sensational dance craze throughout the country (“Do the Monoid!”). Not only that, but you get to see the end of the world (I like to think that the Ark is out there somewhere whilst Eccles is doing battle with Cassandra), and it’s a story which plays around properly with time travel at a time when it was much avoided. Dodo even spends a little time being Mancunian… which is nice.

We are “The Celestial Toymaker” - Once considered by those lucky enough to recollect seeing it transmitted to be a bona-fide out-and-out classic of complex mind games played out in an alternative dimension, and a tour-de-force performance from the lead actor, but now slated for a contemporary racial slip and for looking far too cheap in the traditionally cheap final – and only surviving – episode.

We are “The Savages” – Which is another story for which the dislike bewilders me, because there’s so little of it to see. To be fair, it’s the one Hartnell era story that I can forget totally about when I’m trying to mentally list the stories during another battle with insomnia, but does “forgetability” really make it so very irksome? After all, it’s got a lot to say about racism, and gives Steven a noble send off. I like Steven, and I think more people would, too, if more of his era survived, and I like to think that there’d be cheers throughout the Whoniverse if “The Savages” turned up one day.

We are “The Gunfighters” – A contender for the “All-Time Nadir” award for the simple act of daring to have had some low audience figures which, as we all know, is always a good indicator of quality (he said with as much irony as he could muster). Meanwhile, a rather effective and innovative little story gets neglected in the Gold Rush of being able to join the other cattle in telling everyone just how rubbish it is.

We are “The Underwater Menace” – A story about slavery, religious dogma, and the crazed ambitions of a mad dictator which is defined in many people’s minds by two short clips, one of which reveals the occasionally obvious Kirby wire, (which also managed to reduce “Tomb of the Cybermen” from its “classic” status in some eyes), and the other a clip of some “end of episode” acting which, in context, actually demonstrates just how mad the mad dictator actually is.

We are “The Wheel in Space” – The Sixties Cyberman story that proves to some that all Sixties Cyberman stories weren’t great at all, despite being mostly AWOL from the archives. As we know, of such absences are the reputations of pre-rediscovery Enemies of the World made. Two Cybermen and a frankly bonkers plot might not be entertaining enough for some, but any story that brings along with it the rather wonderful Zoe Heriot really cannot be all bad.

We are “The Space Pirates” – Stunning model work and an epic space opera, coupled with the only appearance of that bloke who played Nelson Gabriel in “The Archers” and written by the late, great Mr Robert Holmes ought to make this story one of the most sought after of all, and make that final season from Patrick Troughton all but complete. That people would rather sacrifice its one existing episode to the flames rather than actually watch it is one of many “received opinion” wrongs that really needs righting.

We are “Colony in Space” – With his political stance, Malcolm Hulke would fit right in with modern sensibilities. This dissection of the evils that big business will do to smash the hopes and ambitions of whichever “little people” stand in its way, as well as its subtle digs at some off the worst aspects of humanity’s expansion ambitions, does suffer from being slightly too long and occasionally a little bit too worthy for its own good, but its message still rings out like a bell, and deserves a lot more love.

We are “The Time Monster” – A story which has some bonkers science – most of which is no more bonkers than many other tales – and some beautiful “moments” between its leads, and a third attempt at recreating Atlantis, as well as being the last proper “hurrah” for the soon-to-be much-missed Roger Delgado at his charming and manipulative best. Okay, it has its shoddier moments, but, hey, which of us doesn’t?

We are “Invasion of the Dinosaurs” – More intensive politics from Malcolm Hulke which touches upon environmentalism, self-interest and several kinds of betrayal, as well as including some social comment, clever time travel elements, and some lovely location work. Okay, the Whomobile is a misguided “futuristic” touch, and the model work leaves a lot to be desired, but there’s one heck of a story going on if you can look beyond that. I’ve occasionally turned the colour right down to watch this story, and that helps it enormously.

We are “Revenge of the Cybermen” – One of my all-time favourite seasons of the show really ought not to have any dodgy episodes in it, and yet one short look at the internet will show you how despised this story is. Yet it contains some of the finest actors ever to grace the show, a couple of the greatest scenes ever filmed for the series, some of the best location work it ever did, and the Cybermen bursting into the Beacon at the climax of part one remains one of the top ten goosebumps moments of my childhood. Okay, there’s some dodgy effects work that undermines the climax, but if you can ignore those in other so-called “classics”, why not here?

We are “The Android Invasion” – You know, I do struggle with this particular story, I really do, and it’s never likely to be the first one I’d pick off the shelf to watch unless I’m being particularly chronological in my rewatch. After all, it’s surrounded by so much greatness in just that season alone, that it’s always going to find it difficult to get noticed. The thing is, when you do sit down and give it a go, some of it is actually rather marvelous, especially during those scenes when the series visits “AvengersLand”, and, along with the final performances of some beloved UNIT regulars, it’s worth a little bit of your love just for that.

We are “The Hand of Fear” – Surrounded by the beauty of “Mandragora” and the sheer chutzpah of “Deadly Assassin”, this story was always going to fall short in comparison, not least because departing companion Sarah Jane Smith gets lumbered with one of the oddest outfits ever worn by a television companion. But, if you look beyond the “Andy Pandy” trappings you’ll find a tight little story about possession and longing, some interesting insights into the minds of those working in the nuclear industry, and an incredible piece of design, at least for the first incarnation of Eldrad, all topped off by a departure scene against which all subsequent ones have to be measured.

We are “Underworld” – You know, on first transmission, I absolutely loved episode one of “Underworld”. Maybe I was too young to notice its faults, but the sets of the R1C and the model work throughout just looked gorgeous to me, even if I did miss most of its “Classical Literature” trappings until I read about them later in articles trying to persuade me how rubbish it was. They’re wrong, by the way. Like the proverbial Curate’s Egg, this story is actually very good in parts.

We are “The Power of Kroll” – The much-derided first draft of what became “The Caves of Androzani” in later hands, they say, although I like to think of it as “King Kong” made on a TV budget in an era of spiraling inflation. Okay, maybe Romana shouldn’t be screaming quite so much – but this is Mary Tamm so it’s damned classy screaming - and some of the matte lines are a little obvious, but, on the whole, this is a far more solid and witty little segment of the Key To Time season than some would have you believe, and its various messages about the dangers of colonialism and gun-running still pack a powerful punch if you’ll let them.

We are “Destiny of the Daleks” – The much anticipated return of the Daleks after a five year absence was always going to struggle to live up to the anticipation, and the quality of its predecessor, even with a surprise reappearance for Davros thrown in for good measure. Much of it looks a bit battered and shoddy, and there are those wretched Disco Robots to consider, but, don’t forget, this is Douglas Adam’s first proper go in the script editor’s chair which means at least a few snappy little one-liners to listen out for, and some of the design work is almost as beautiful to look at as those Movellans think they are.

We are “Meglos” – Which suffers by being a throwback to an earlier time in the midst of the series being taken in an exciting new direction, because, well, I guess you do have to use those scripts when you’ve commissioned them. Still, there’s a great jungle, some impressive model work, some allegorical insights on the dangers of religious extremism, and Freddie Treves and Bill Fraser are pretty damned great in it. Lalla Ward looks as fabulous as ever, and it even manages to bring Jacqueline Hill back to the programme for one last hurrah. Really, how can you dismiss this little gem so easily?

We are “Four to Doomsday” – Which, despite its clever ideas and astonishingly beautiful sets and choreography, somehow still manages to fall foul of the “bad science” lobby because of that witty little sequence with the cricket ball. Episode one still creeps me out, and Persuasion and Enlightenment are a very sinister pair indeed, despite the greenness of their taste in haute couture, and, even if the “entertainments” do slow the story down a tad, they are still rather impressive to watch.

We are “Time-Flight” – Which, I’ll admit, does struggle to be loved, although the  scenes filmed on location at Heathrow are rather beautiful to behold, and that mention of UNIT does set the heart pumping just a little faster. Funnily enough, I remember quite enjoying this on first transmission, what with me having deciphered the fiendish anagram of Tony Ainley in the “Radio times” (Oh, clever me!) and that “It means the Master has finally defeated me…!” ending did resonate. Dammit, it’s also got Nigel Stock in it, which means it can’t really be anything other than utterly brilliant… (probably).

We are “Terminus” – There’s far more to this story than Nyssa stripping down to her underwear (“Oh, it’s so hot, Doctor…!”) and a great big glowing-eyed Man Dog, but people have dubbed it “boring” and so mote it be. Nevertheless, some of the Vanir are rather entertaining, and this story of “Not Leprosy At All Honest Guv” and the origins of the universe, all filmed in a very realistic manner, this story serves as the gritty sandwich filling between the two more elegant stories which surround it, but it deserves a much better fate than to be thrown out like a bit of soggy lettuce, and enjoyed on its own merits.

We are “Warriors of the Deep” – With its big green elephant in the room, a big bendy door, that deus ex machina killer gas, those over-lit sets, some costume errors, and the karate kick from hell, it’s easy to dismiss this serial in its entirety. But that is to forget the stunning model work in part one, the fact that those sets are pretty well designed and actually deserve to be seen, and that breathtaking ending to the opening episode.  Not only that, but the hard-hitting message that it struggles at times to get across is a pretty valid one, and the fact that “there should have been another way” is perhaps closer to the very core of what the programme is all about than several other stories I could think of.

We are “The Twin Dilemma” – In which the gaudy mess of some shoddy design work, and the less than brilliant acting of a couple of juveniles, is somehow able to overshadow a magnificently stellar performance from the new leading man, relishing every word of some wonderful dialogue, some astonishingly good location work, and a death scene that is as poignant a moment as anything the show has ever delivered.

We are “Timelash” – Which takes some clever ideas and amazing make-up and yet, for a lot of people, it somehow manages to hide them behind a few bits of tinsel and an “arch” guest performance that would have been a cause of much admiration a mere half a decade earlier. Then there’s that nod back to the Pertwee era to appreciate, as well as being the roots of the “historical celebrity” subgenre which will one day become a staple of the regenerated show.

We are “Time and the Rani” – A brave new dawn from a programme that had recently been forced to fight for its very survival in which the bravest efforts from a dedicated cast and crew somehow failed to deliver what so many people thought that it should. Okay, it does have its shortcomings, but the amount of sheer hatred that points in its direction seems grossly unfair in a world where other, lesser works are still lauded.

We are “Silver Nemesis” – The celebration that wasn’t, the anniversary tale that somehow failed to deliver whatever it was that people thought they were going to get. Episode one remains a corker, with a powerful ending, and the Eighties Cybermen never looked better. Whilst some of the aspects of the production do fall a little flat, how can you not love a timey-wimey plot involving an Elizabethan witch, a group of Nazis working with the Cybermen, and that scene on the river bank when the size of the shrouded fleet is revealed?

We are ever changing in number and popularity as our various merits are reexamined and reassessed in the bitter light of intense scrutiny. Some of us have our admirers, and some are far too ashamed to admitting that even we have our good points, and that all of us, in our own way, contributed to the greatness of the whole, and each story was never intended to be or created as a bit of a duffer, yet is still thought of as such. And yet, if you love this “much loved” show so much, sometimes you have to love it despite its flaws, embrace them, and enjoy them for what they are – pieces of a gigantic jigsaw that all work together to make a rather astonishing picture.