Showing posts with label Cosmic Hobo. Show all posts
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Tuesday 4 January 2022

That's Why it's Been Left up to Me and Me and Me.




Well, I'll Do My Best
but I can't make any promises

In that case, you'd better consult those 
All-Powerful superiors 
of yours for their advice.

Oh, I don't think that'd 
do any good --
At The Moment They're far 
from being All-Powerful. 

That's why it's been left up 
to Me and Me and Me.




Doctor Who - The Day of the Doctor - 
This time there's three of us


The Moment : 
You wanted a big red button.

(A red, rose-like button stands on 
a stalk above the Moment box.)

The Moment : 
One big bang, No More Time Lords. 
No More Daleks. Are you sure?

The Warrior : 
I was sure when I came in here. 
There is No Other Way.

The Moment : 
You've seen the men you will become.

The Warrior : 
Those men. Extraordinary.

The Moment : 
They were you.

The Warrior : 
No. They are 
The Doctor.

The Moment : 
You're The Doctor, too.

The Warrior
No. Great Men are forged in Fire. 
It is the privilege of lesser Men 
to Light The Flame, 
whatever The Cost.

(His hand hesitates over The Button as he
 recalls the sound of children's laughter.)

The Moment : 
You know the sound The TARDIS makes..?
 That wheezing, groaning
That sound brings Hope 
wherever it goes.

The Warrior : 
Yes. Yes, I like to think it does.

The Moment : 
To anyone who hears it, Doctor. 
Anyone, however lost.

VWORPP! VWORPP! 
(and, in Stereo, as well..!)
VWORPP! VWORPP! 

The Moment : 
Even you.

(Two TARDISes park themselves in The Barn. 
Enter The Doctors and Clara.)

CLARA: 
I told you -- He hasn't done it yet.

The Warrior : 
Go away now, all of you. 
This is for Me.

Perfect-10 : 
These events should be Time-locked. 
We shouldn't even be here.

The Chin : 
So something let us through.

The Moment : 
You clever boys.

The Warrior : 
Go back. Go back to Your Lives. 
Go and Be The Doctor 
that I could never be. 
Make it worthwhile.

Perfect-10 : 
All those years, burying you 
in My Memory.

The Chin : 
Pretending you didn't exist. 
Keeping you A Secret, even from myself.

Perfect-10 : 
Pretending you weren't The Doctor, 
when you were The Doctor 
more than anybody else.

The Chin : 
You were The Doctor on The Day 
it wasn't possible to get it right.

Perfect-10 : 
But this time...

The Chin : 
....You don't have to do it alone.

(They put their hands 
on The Button together.)

The Warrior : 
Thank you.

Perfect-10 : 
What We Do today is not 
out of fear or hatred. 
It is done because 
there is No Other Way.

The Chin : 
And it is done In The Name 
of the many lives we are 
failing to Save.

(He glances over at Clara, 
who shakes her head,
in the corner of his eye.)

The Chin : 
....what? 
What is it? What....?

CLARA: 
Nothing.

The Chin : 
No, it's something. Tell me.

CLARA: 
You told me you wiped out 
Your Own People. I just.... 
I never pictured you 
doing it, that's all.

The Moment :
 Take a closer look.

(It suddenly goes dark.)

CLARA: 
What's happening?

The Warrior : 
Nothing. It's a projection.

The Moment : 
It's The Reality around you.

(They are seeing Gallifrey at War.)

CLARA: 
...These are the people you're going to burn?

Perfect-10 : 
There isn't anything we can do.

The Chin : 
He's right. There isn't another way. 
There never was. Either I 
Destroy My Own People or 
let The Universe burn.

CLARA: 
Look at You. The Three of You. 
The Warrior, The Hero, and You.

The Chin : 
And What am I?

CLARA: 
Have you really forgotten?

The Chin : 
Yes. Maybe, yes.

CLARA: 
We've got enough Warriors. 
Any old idiot can Be a Hero.

The Chin :
Then What Do I Do?

CLARA: 
What you've always done. Be a Doctor. 
You told me The Name You Chose was 
A Promise -- What was The Promise?

(The Fighting seems to have stopped on Gallifrey.)

Perfect-10 : 
Never Cruel or Cowardly.

The Warrior
Never give upnever give in.
(The images vanish.)

Perfect-10 : 
You're not actually suggesting that we 
change Our Own Personal History?

The Chin : 
We change History all the time. 
I'm suggesting far worse.

The Warrior : 
What, exactly?

The Chin : 
Gentlemen, I have had 
four hundred years to think about 
this -- I've changed My Mind.

(He sonics The Big Red Button 
back into The Moment Box.)

The Warrior : 
There's still a billion billion Daleks 
up there, attacking.

The Chin : 
Yeah, there is. There is.

Perfect-10 : 
But there's something those billion 
billion Daleks don't know.

The Chin : 
Because if they did, they'd probably 
send for reinforcements.

CLARA: 
What? What don't they know?

The Chin : 
This time, there's Three of Us.

The Warrior : 
Oh! Oh, yes, that is good
That is brilliant!

Perfect-10 : 
Oh, oh, oh, I'm getting that too
That is brilliant!

The Chin : 
Ha, ha, ha! I've been thinking 
about it for centuries.

The Warrior : 
She didn't just show me any old future, 
she showed me exactly 
The Future I needed to see.

The Moment : 
Now you're getting it.

The Chin : 
Eh? Who did?

The Warrior : 
Oh, Bad Wolf girl, 
I could kiss you.

The Moment : 
Yup, that's going to Happen.

Perfect-10 : 
Sorry, did you just say 'Bad Wolf'?

CLARA: 
So what are we doing? 
What's The Plan?

The Warrior : 
The Dalek fleets are surrounding Gallifrey, firing on it constantly.

Perfect-10 :
 The SkyTrench is holding, 
but What if the whole planet 
just disappeared?

CLARA: 
Tiny bit of an ask.

Perfect-10 : 
The Daleks would be 
firing on each other
They'd destroy themselves 
in their own crossfire.

The Warrior : 
Gallifrey would be gone, 
The Daleks would be destroyed, 
and it would look to 
The Rest of The Universe 
as if they'd annihilated each other.


CLARA: 
But where would Gallifrey be?

Perfect-10 : 
Frozen. Frozen in an instant of time, 
safe and hidden away.

The Chin : 
Exactly.

The Warrior : 
Like Painting.



Jack Parsons/Captain Marvel/ Jor-El :
Could be A Warning -- 
To show Us What's 
Going to Happen.
A sort of... remote camera 
view of The Future....
So that We can 
CHANGE it.

Someone Has FINALLY
Shown-up to Tell Us :
I Think it's Time We Stood-up 
for What We ARE.




Sunday 7 October 2018

Jodie Won't Fail



" Each Life creates The Next - no wonder Time Lords and Buddhists get on so well. " 

- The Chorister

"The Old Man must die;
and The New Man Will Discover,
to his inexpressible joy,
that He has never existed...!"

- Buddhist/Time Lord Aphorism
K'Ampo Rimpoche

"This is above all Strangeness..."
" This Doctor keeps cropping up all over the place. 

Political diaries, conspiracy theories, even ghost stories. No first name, no last name, just The Doctor. 

Always The Doctor. 

And the title seems to have been passed down from Father to Son. 

It appears to be an inheritance.... "

- Clive Finch, 2005


Not-Shakespeare :
Perhaps it's time I wrote about Fathers and Sons
in memory of my boy, my precious Hamnet. 


MARTHA: 
Hamnet? 


Not-Shakespeare :
That's him. 


MARTHA: 
Hamnet


Not-Shakespeare :
What's wrong with that? 


Old Grandfather


The Cosmic Hobo


The Established Dandy

The Exception That is The Rule

The Chorister

The Colourful Jester

Time's Champion

Life's Champion

Intermezzo

"You were The Doctor on The Day it Was Impossible to Be The Doctor"

The Designated Survivor

Perfect-10
( The Life So Nice, I Lived it Twice )

The Chin

Dr. Disco - The Wait of The Whirled

(Davros is crying.)

Dr. Disco :
Okay, don't ever tell anyone that I did this...

(He waves his hand around until a golden glow forms.)

Dr. Disco :
A little bit of regeneration energy.

Probably cost me an arm or a leg somewhere down the line.

Or, I'll just be really little....





The Wait of The Whirled: 
Sontarans! Perverting the Course of Human History! 

I Don't Want to Go. 

When The Doctor, When The Doctor Was Me. 

When The Doctor Was Me. 

It's starting. 
I'm regenerating. 

No! No! No! No! No! No! 

(The Regeneration stops, and The TARDIS has materialised.


The Wait of The Whirled: 
Where have you taken me? 
If you're trying to make a point, I'm not listening. 

I Don't Want to Change Again. 

Never Again! 

I Can't Keep on Being Somebody Else. 

Wherever it is, I'm staying. 

( He runs outside and the Cloister Bell sounds. )

[Snowstorm]

The Wait of The Whirled: 
No! 

( He plunges his hands into the snow with a sizzle - )

( HE HEALS THE EARTH )

( The Regeneration stops again. ) 

The Wait of The Whirled: 
I Will Not Change. 

Old Grandfather: 
I Will Not Change.
I Will Not!
No, no, no, no. 
The Whole Thing's ridiculous. 

The Wait of The Whirled: 
Hello? Is someone there? 

Old Grandfather: 
Who is that? 

The Wait of The Whirled: 
I'm The Doctor. 

(The elderly figure in checked trousers, cape, scarf and astrakhan hat comes into view.

Old Grandfather : 
The Doctor...? 
Oh, I don't think so. 
No, dear me, no. 


Old Grandfather : 
You may be a doctor, 
but I am The Doctor
The Original, you might say!


The Woman.

"The Old Man must die * ;
and The Woman Will Discover,
to Her inexpressible joy,
that She has never existed...!

...and so She says :

'Oh, brilliant...!' indeed, matey!


" To Sherlock Holmes she is always The Woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. 

It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer—excellent for drawing the veil from men’s motives and actions. 

But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his. 

And yet there was but One Woman to him.

I had seen little of Holmes lately. My marriage had drifted us away from each other. My own complete happiness, and the home-centred interests which rise up around the man who first finds himself master of his own establishment, were sufficient to absorb all my attention, while Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and ambition...

*****

"What a Woman—oh, what a Woman!” cried the King of Bohemia, when we had all three read this epistle.
"Did I not tell you how quick and resolute she was? Would she not have made an admirable queen? Is it not a pity that she was not on my level?”

“From what I have seen of The Lady, she seems, indeed, to be on a very different level to your Majesty,” said Holmes coldly.

[ He ain't kidding... ]

“I am sorry that I have not been able to bring your Majesty’s business to a more successful conclusion.”

On the contrary, my dear sir,” cried the King; “nothing could be more successful. I know that her word is inviolate. The photograph is now as safe as if it were in the fire.

“I am glad to hear your Majesty say so.  Because I failed - She beat me.  And She knows that She did. And then didn't rub my nose in it by gloating over having humiliated and emasculated me (and The King) in front of my client and employer - who is The King. And a Fool. ]

“I am immensely indebted to you. Pray tell me in what way I can reward you. This ring—” He slipped an emerald snake ring from his finger and held it out upon the palm of his hand.

[ What a Tool... ]

“Your Majesty has something which I should value even more highly,” said Holmes.

“You have but to name it.”

“This photograph!”

The King stared at him in amazement.
Irene’s photograph!” he cried. “Certainly, if you wish it.”

“I thank your Majesty. Then there is no more to be done in the matter. I have the honour to wish you a very good morning.” He bowed, and, turning away without observing the hand which the King had stretched out to him, he set off in my company for his chambers. 

And that was how a great scandal threatened to affect the kingdom of Bohemia, and how the best plans of Mr. Sherlock Holmes were beaten by a woman’s wit. He used to make merry over the cleverness of women, but I have not heard him do it of late. And when he speaks of Irene Adler, or when he refers to her photograph, it is always under the honourable title of The Woman.

[ * Letting go, as He does so, to thelast  physical renmant of the mourning of The Memory of Prof. River Song ]



The Woman


Our Lady