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The Artful Dodger
Jan. 10th, 2008 09:25 pmI do wish DW mag would stop interviewing David Tennant. He is tact and diplomacy personified and, with the possible exception of his musical tastes, quite brilliant at avoiding saying anything other than the party line on any subject. Getting any serious opinion out of him is a bit like asking the Doctor straight out if he loves Rose and expecting a meaningful answer.
He's still plugging the old "no shagging in the TARDIS" line, he refuses to be drawn on whether he could even so much as imagine a female Doctor and, for crying out loud, affects total wide-eyed innocence when asked if he ever realised the effect tight pinstripe trousers could have on his female fans. The first two I can, just about buy into. The third? No bloody way.
I just wish they'd leave him alone until he's had nothing to do with DW for at least ten years. Even then I expect he'd evade any controversial questions, damn him. It's very understandable but pretty dull to read.
Plus, they've Kylie on the cover AGAIN and about 20 pages on VOTD, mostly rehashing the Christmas Day Confidential. How much pimping of Kylie in a forklift truck do we actually need? No, don't answer that.
And a cartoon strip in a very odd style which achieves the remarkable feat of making every character, even Ten, look hideous.
I liked the little piece on the DW fan as porn consumer, however, illustrated by a BBC oldstyle DW paperback peeking out of a plain Jiffy Bag. That, I can identify with. The nearest I've ever got to going to bed with DT was hiding my magazine under the duvet when my partner came in, and having to leave it there all night. And then there are all the Dalek Empire CDs I listen to while ironing, and nowhere else. Because I iron in the conservatory, and that gives me time to switch them off if I hear one of the kids come in.
And then there's the portable DVD player I got for Christmas......to watch S3 discreetly under the covers. The DVDs are hidden in a shoebox at the bottom of my wardrobe. Probably have cat hairs on them by now.
Yes, maybe I do have a problem. I had every intention of coming out after I met Paul Cornell last October, but somehow I've crept back into the closet again. RTD would be furious with me.
By the way, why is Jack sprawled out over a bar in a compromising position with James Masters in the Torchwood preview?
No, don't answer that either. Because he's Jack, that's why.
But, seriously, I really am starting to wonder if DWM is worth nearly £50 a year for a subscription. Except I know that, if I let it lapse, I'll be on the first bus into town on that all-important second Thursday of the month.
Right. Off to read about Verity Lambert now.
He's still plugging the old "no shagging in the TARDIS" line, he refuses to be drawn on whether he could even so much as imagine a female Doctor and, for crying out loud, affects total wide-eyed innocence when asked if he ever realised the effect tight pinstripe trousers could have on his female fans. The first two I can, just about buy into. The third? No bloody way.
I just wish they'd leave him alone until he's had nothing to do with DW for at least ten years. Even then I expect he'd evade any controversial questions, damn him. It's very understandable but pretty dull to read.
Plus, they've Kylie on the cover AGAIN and about 20 pages on VOTD, mostly rehashing the Christmas Day Confidential. How much pimping of Kylie in a forklift truck do we actually need? No, don't answer that.
And a cartoon strip in a very odd style which achieves the remarkable feat of making every character, even Ten, look hideous.
I liked the little piece on the DW fan as porn consumer, however, illustrated by a BBC oldstyle DW paperback peeking out of a plain Jiffy Bag. That, I can identify with. The nearest I've ever got to going to bed with DT was hiding my magazine under the duvet when my partner came in, and having to leave it there all night. And then there are all the Dalek Empire CDs I listen to while ironing, and nowhere else. Because I iron in the conservatory, and that gives me time to switch them off if I hear one of the kids come in.
And then there's the portable DVD player I got for Christmas......to watch S3 discreetly under the covers. The DVDs are hidden in a shoebox at the bottom of my wardrobe. Probably have cat hairs on them by now.
Yes, maybe I do have a problem. I had every intention of coming out after I met Paul Cornell last October, but somehow I've crept back into the closet again. RTD would be furious with me.
By the way, why is Jack sprawled out over a bar in a compromising position with James Masters in the Torchwood preview?
No, don't answer that either. Because he's Jack, that's why.
But, seriously, I really am starting to wonder if DWM is worth nearly £50 a year for a subscription. Except I know that, if I let it lapse, I'll be on the first bus into town on that all-important second Thursday of the month.
Right. Off to read about Verity Lambert now.
