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Sunday, 17 February 2019

Aaron

Aaron is the name of The Patriarch who gets everything wrong.

God made him a Priest





It's True, the Hittite army has 16,000 troops camped outside Kadesh. 
What's less clear is why. 


Prince Rameses
The Hittites are trying to cross the border. 
Obviously. What else would they be doing? 


Anticipating an invasion by us, according to our information. 


They think we are... 
preparing an attack, 
which we are not. 

What I don't want to do, 
and won't do, is sit here... 
And wait until we're fighting Hittite armies outside the palace walls. 
Come.


What do the entrails say? 

They don't "say" anything. 
They imply. 
And that's open to interpretation. 

So, interpret them. 
We'll win or we won't in a preemptive attack? 
It's a yes or a no. 

And it's not clear. 
But something else is. 
In the battle, a leader will be saved, and his saviuor will someday lead. 


Then the entrails should also say that we will abandon reason, and be guided by omens. 

Great Sekhmet, Pharaoh drinks in your name, and prays for victory over the Hittites at Kadesh. 

Your first order of business when the time comes, you retire her. 

I will. I don't know why my father hasn't. 

But, just in case - 
If you see me in any real danger out there, ride the other way. 
I'm serious. 


When I look at you, I still see the two boys who grew up together, close as brothers. 

If, for any reason you ever forget that... 
Let these remind you. 
Long enough to be effective from horseback, 
not so long that you trip over them.

This is his. 
You've got mine. 

That's right. That's how I want it. 


You have each other's, to keep each other safe. 
Promise me you'll do that... always. 

 






Treat me like a fool...

Elvis' Dead Twin Brother was Aaron Presley.

Vernon and Gladys named their surviving son Elvis Aron Presley, so that their son would always remember the duties and responsibility placed upon him to live TWO Lives for the Second Soul he was born into This World.

The King has TWO SOULS - See Richard II

The King took up residence in Memphis, building his Palace upon a Land of Grace.



[The Palace of GRACE]
 


The Elder:
Whoops.
 
The Elder: 
You've landed on my chair!
 
Our Lady: 
Sorry.
 
The Elder :
You've broke my chair!
 
Our Lady : 
Well, if you will leave chairs around the place.
 
The Elder : 
This is my front room!

 
Our Lady : 
Where's your kitchen? 
I just need to get some eggs 
to check the protein alignments in the goo.
 
(Graham points, and the doorbell rings.)

Our Lady :
 
Oh! Is that your intruder alert or mine?
 
Orion : 
It's the doorbell.

Our Lady : 
Oh yeah. Sorry.

(Graham opens the front door.)

The Elder : 
No.

(And shuts it again.)

Orion : 
Who was it?

GRAHAM:
 
Wrong number.

(Doorbell.)

Our Lady:
 Intruder alert again?

The Elder:
 
It's a doorbell.

Orion :
 
I'll go tell 'em to go away.

The Elder :
 
No, Ryan. Oh.

The Damesel:
 
Is everything all right?

The Elder :
 
Not really, Yaz, no.

(Ryan opens the front door, then comes into the front room, followed by an older man.)

The Damsel :
 
Ryan, you okay?
 
Orion: 
This is Yaz and The Doctor.
 
AARON,
The Patriarch Who Gets Everything Wrong : 
Hi.

Orion: 
This is me Dad.

Our Lady + The Damsel : 
Oh.
 
AARON: 
Graham.
 
Our Lady : 
Hi, Ryan's Dad.
 
AARON,
The Patriarch Who Gets Everything Wrong : 
Aaron.

(He holds out his hand.)

Our Lady : 
You weren't at Grace's funeral.

AARON,

The Patriarch Who Gets Everything Wrong :
No.

Our Lady : 
Ryan waited for you. 
You let him down.
(Long pause.)

AARON,

The Patriarch Who Gets Everything Wrong :
I was thinking maybe we could grab a coffee.

Orion: 

Er, yeah, right. Er, sure. 
Er, is it all right if we er...? 
We're just gonna go... 
(to Graham) Is that okay if er...?

The Damsel: 

If you're needing somewhere to go, 
café around the corner's open.

Orion : 
Yeah. Yeah, good shout, good shout. 
I'll just get me coat.
The Elder:
Aaron, can I have a word?

(Graham and Aaron follow Ryan out of the room.)
 

Our Lady : 
Ryan's Dad.

The Damsel: 

It's complicated.

Our Lady :
 

Yeah. Dads are, so I've heard.
(In the hallway.)

The Elder : 
So, why are you here?

AARON :
 
New Year's Day. 
Turning over a new leaf.

The Elder :
 
Right, well, er, be gentle. 
He's been through a lot.
 
AARON : 
I know.

The Elder :
 
No, You Don't.
 You have no idea.

AARON: 
I just want me and him to be family again.

The Elder : 
Family isn't just about DNA, Aaron, or a name. 
It's about what you do. 

And you haven't done enough.

Orion : 
We off, then? 
See you later, Gramps.

AARON:
 
Gramps?

GRAHAM:
 
See you later, Son.



[Café]

(Aaron is trying to sell a Matsoki microwave to the owner, and Ryan is fed up.)

AARON: 
But this one's a combination. 
Microwave and full oven. 
Both functions are the best quality you can get. 
I swear, this is the best you can have.

MAN: 

Sorry, not for me, mate.

(Aaron and his box return to the table.)

Orion: 

This is a new thing you're doing?

AARON: 

Only so long a man can work offshore.

RYAN: Given up being on the rigs?

AARON: 

Let's just say I've been examining my life choices lately. I'm not sure if this is the answer.

Orion: 

Get them online, can't you?

AARON: 

Yeah. Yes. Yes, except for this one. It's actually really good. 
A mate of mine makes it. 
I helped him with some of the specs. It's the best working oven you can get. 
But I make it sound like a con, so maybe I'm not cut out for that. 
Maybe it's back to engineering. 

We'll see. 

So, how you been doing?
 
RYAN: 
Seriously? 
That's where you start?
 
AARON: 
What?
 
Orion : 
That's all you got? 
How do you think I'm doing?
 
AARON: 
I know it's been hard for both of us.
 
Orion: 
Okay, stop. I don't care how it's been for you. This ain't about us commiserating with each other. This is about you making things right.
 
AARON: 
This how you talk to your dad?
 
Orion : 
I don't know cos he ain't been around. 
So don't come walking back in demanding respect, cos that ain't where we are.
 
AARON: 
What do you need me to say, hmm? Because I want to say it.
 
RYAN: 
Okay. You say, 
Ryan,  I'm sorry. 

I've messed up. 
I haven't been good enough. 
I've let you down a lot. 

And I know that's made life hard for you. 
And if it meant that over the years, you ever felt lonely or abandoned or didn't know where to turn or who to talk to or how to be. 
Then I'm sorry. Cos... 

'Cos you mustn't ever think that you didn't deserve my love.
 
AARON: 
You didn't ever think that..? 

Yeah. Why wouldn't you? 

Okay, listen. Here's what you find out when you get older. 

There are things you've done in your life to others, the decisions you've made maybe when things were difficult, and you get it wrong. 

But by the time you realise you got it wrong, it's too late. 

You can't fix it because the damage is done. 
And so you run cos you're too ashamed to make it right. 
That's what I did.
 
RYAN: 
No. You hid when I needed you. First Mum, then Nan.
 
AARON: 
I'm not hiding any more.



[Graham's home]

(Ryan and Aaron are back, with the microwave.)
RYAN: Hello? It's us.
AARON: I need to use the... you know.
RYAN: Dad, you know you can say toilet, you know.



[Graham's home]

(Graham returns with a jar of Sainsbury' peanut butter.)
 
GRAHAM: 
Where'd they go?
 
AARON: 
Did they take the cabinet?
 
GRAHAM: 
They've gone without me.




[Graham's home]


(Graham carries in a plastic storage box, not a Really Useful one, I have to say.)

GRAHAM: 
Since you're here.
 
AARON: 
What's this?

GRAHAM: 
Have a look.
 
(Child's paintings, toys.)
 
GRAHAM: 
When my mum died, my dad got rid of all her things super quick. 
He couldn't bear to have it in the house. 
She's gone now and that's the end of it, that's what he said. 

Funny old bloke, my dad. 
Course, now I realise that was his way of dealing with it. 

When your mum died, I had to go through all her stuff.
 
AARON: 
But this is all mine.

GRAHAM: 
Yeah, I know. She kept it all. 
She once said to me, if anyone ever asks about me after I'm gone, you tell them I was lucky. 

Tell them 
I gave someone life, 
and I watched 'em grow, and I was proud.

Why didn't you come, Aaron? 
Not for your mum or for Ryan, but for yourself.

AARON: 
I don't know. Maybe I thought if I wasn't there, she wasn't gone. I wish I was better at life, Graham.

GRAHAM: 
Well, there's still time.


[TARDIS]

Our Lady : 
Oh, huge heat signal, and a non-terrestrial form moving away from it fast. 
I'm on its tail. 
Sorry, The TARDIS isn't designed for these short hops.

(A jolt makes a certain cardboard box slide across the floor.)

Our Lady : 
A microwave? 
Who brought a microwave with them?
 
AARON: 
It's actually an oven and a microwave.

Our Lady : 
Nice.

AARON: 
What is this place?

RYAN: 
This is where I've been since Nan died. 
Travelling the universe with these guys.

YASMIN: 
Even if we track this Dalek thing, how do we stop it?

Our Lady :
 I'm still working on that.

MITCH: The Custodians managed it. If we take the same approach as those drawings.

LIN: 
Those documents aren't reliable, Mitch.

MITCH: 
Except all the rumours have proved to be true. It's shown here.

RYAN: 
Short version. 
Alien psychopath, in its own tank, trying to bring loads more to Earth. 
I guess this is how they attacked it last time.
 
AARON: 
What's it made of?

Our Lady : 
Remnants of its original shell, patched up with all sorts of spare parts. Mainly metal.

AARON: 
We can use my oven.
 
RYAN:
 It's not going to fit in there.

AARON: 
That's not what I meant. Help me break it up.

(An alarm sounds.)

Our Lady : 
That Dalek's moving fast but where's it going?

AARON: 
Ryan, help me get the element out.

RYAN: 
Why?

AARON: 
It's metal.

Our Lady : 
Oh, you're good, Ryan's Dad. 
You're almost making up for your parenting deficit. 

Thursday, 10 January 2019

Courageous and Creative Living



“ The inspirational teachings in this collection show that The Real Way of The Warrior is based on Compassion, Wisdom, Fearlessness, and Love of Nature. 

The teachings are drawn from the talks and writings of Morihei Ueshiba, founder of the popular Japanese martial art of Aikido, a mind-body discipline he called the “Art of Peace,” which offers a nonviolent way to Victory in the face of Conflict. 

Ueshiba believed that Aikido principles could be applied to all the challenges we face in Life—in personal relationships, as we interact with Society, and at Work and in Business.



“Aikido is the Way of Harmony. 

It brings together people of all races and manifests the original form of all things. 

The Universe has a single source, and from that core all things emerged in a cosmic pattern. 

At the end of WWII, it become clear that the world needed to be purified of filth and degradation, and that is why Aikido emerged. 

In order to eliminate war, deception, greed, and hatred, the gods of peace and harmony manifested their powers. 

All of us in this world are members of the same family, and we should work together to make discord and war disappear from our midst. 

Without Love, our nation, the world, and the universe will be destroyed. 
Love generates Heat and Light. 

Those two elements are actualized in physical form as Aikido. As the last aspect of creation, human beings came into existence as an actualization of all higher powers. 

Human beings represent all of creation and we must bring the divine plan to fruition. 

The purpose of education is to open your spirit. Modern education has forgotten this. 

The entire Universe is a huge open book, full of miraculous things, and that is where true learning must be sought. 

In that spirit, take responsibility, train hard, develop yourselves, bloom in this world, and bear fruit.”




Oh, there it is. The silly old universe.
The more I save it, the more it needs saving. It's a treadmill.
 

Yes, yes, I know. 
They'll get it all wrong without me. 

I suppose one more lifetime wouldn't kill anyone. 

Well, except me.

You wait a moment, Doctor.
Let's get it right. 
I've got a few things to say to you. 

Basic Stuff first. 

Never be cruel, 
Never be cowardly, 

and 
Never, ever eat pears! 
Remember -
Hate is always Foolish
and 
Love is always Wise. 

Always try to be nice, 
but never fail to be kind. 

Oh, and you mustn't tell anyone your name. 
No one would understand it, anyway. 
Except, ah! 

Except children.

 Children can hear it sometimes. 

If their hearts are in the right place, and the stars are too, children can hear your name. 

Argh! But nobody else.
Nobody else, ever.
 

Laugh Hard
Run Fast
Be Kind

Doctor - I let you go. 







(The TARDIS materialises.
OUR LADY : 
Don't shoot!
 
A DALEK Named 'FRED' :
- In Honour of Alfred The Great -
EXTERMINATE! 

(The energy blast illuminates a forcefield around the TARDIS.)
 
OUR LADY :
Do you think I'm daft enough to stand here without shields? 
It's safe, gang! 

DALEK-FRED : 
Hide behind your shield, Doctor, you and your human friends. 

You have failed. 
OUR LADY :
Say hello to a Dalek.

DALEK-FRED : 
Signal activation in nine rels. The fleet shall be summoned.
 
OUR LADY :  
No, it won't. 
No matter how many times you try, 
No matter how long you wait, 
I'll always be in your way
Backed up by The Best of Humanity. 
Now, final, final, final warning, 
‘cos I'm nice
( I really do try my best. )

Stop the signal, get off this planet.
 
DALEK-FRED : 
You are not my commander.

OUR LADY :
 I tried. You heard me, right? 
I tried! I gave it a chance. 

YAZ :
Yeah. 

O-RYAN: 
Yep. 

GRAHAM: 
You did. 

OUR LADY: 
I'm fast enough, right? 
 I'm fast enough for this plan? 

O-RYAN: 
Er, probably. 

YAZ :
 
Maybe. 

GRAHAM:
 
Possibly.

OUR LADY :
Well, that one needs work. 
Here's a New Year message for you to send. Earth is protected by me and my mates, this year and every other. 

Here we go!

(She sonicks off the forcefield and runs to our left while the others go right.)

DALEK-FRED :
 
Exterminate The Doctor! 
The Doctor must be destroyed!

(She slides up behind the Dalek.)

OUR LADY :
Now, gang!




On the First Day of The Year 2019, 
Across the Land and Sky of Britain,
An Army of Unlikely Friends 
came together to face 
An Impossible Opponent
 and 
Prevailed.

Monday, 7 January 2019

Tilting at Windmills









Tilting at Windmills

I see What You Did There -

I love Qixotic Jokes.















ROOSEVELT: 
Where's Jax?
I hear he's your new president.

CHIBS: 
He's not here.

What do you want?

ROOSEVELT: 
Are you guys aware of the violence that's happening in Charming?

Two home invasions in less than a week.

CHIBS: 
Contrary to popular belief... we can read.

TIG: 
Why, you think we had something to do with it?

ROOSEVELT: 
Three weeks ago an unidentified man ran down Veronica Pope in what we can assume was an attempted hit on Laroy Wayne.

No witnesses came forward yet, but... some folks are saying that they saw the One-Niners chasing after a group of guys on motorcycles.

CHIBS: 
Really?

ROOSEVELT: 
First home invasion was Lynette Brice, one of your croweaters.

2:30 this morning, Wade Steiner was attacked in his own kitchen.

He's a mechanic here at the TM.

Do you, uh, see the pattern here?

If these home invasions are retaliation by Pope or the Niners...

TIG: 
We ain't heard of any beefs, man.

ROOSEVELT: 
No?

TIG: 
No.

ROOSEVELT: 
Hm.

Then who would attack your auto parts truck outside of Modesto last night?

HAPPY: 
Angry Pirates.

ROOSEVELT: 
I don't give a shit if Pope blows up every goddamn truck of yours, but not in my quadrant.

One innocent gets hurt, and I make Pope look like an altar boy, you understand?

CHIBS: 
I see what you did there.

I love Catholic jokes.

TIG: 
You know, remember the two nuns?

CHIBS: 
Yeah.

TIG: - 
They walk into a dyke bar... 

CHIBS: - 
Hey! Bobby!

(laughing)





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