Tag Archive | confidence in God’s promises

Escape from the Planet of the Dead?

  CARMEN: Something is coming. Riding on the wind, and shining. DOCTOR: What is it? CARMEN: Death. Death is coming.   After stealing an ancient chalice from a London museum, Lady Christina de Souza slickly escapes by jumping on a #200 bus. Co-incidentally, the Doctor, who is tracking a worm-hole, boards just before the bus […]

Spreading the message of the Man who saves

At the end of series 3, we learn many important facts about the Doctor as he faces the maniacal Master and tackles his desire to rule the world. One thing we learn is that the Doctor chose his own name. Unlike the Master, who is bent only on dominating others (and chose a most appropriate […]

Give me a day like this one!

Some of the best Christopher Eccelston moments occur in this double episode from series 1, set in London’s World War 2 Blitz (The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances, series 1/9 &1/10). Rose Tyler: Look at you, beaming away like you’re Father Christmas! The Doctor: Who says I’m not?. . . red-bicycle-when-you-were-twelve? Rose Tyler: What? But the […]

Harriet Jones…a profile in power…

“Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely…” though perhaps power only reveals corruption where it already exists. As for absolute power, that’s another question, I think.   If ‘absolute’ refers to power over particular people at a particular time, including the power of life and death, then yes, history reflects that, but if […]

‘No eye has seen…no mind has conceived…’

Doctor Who first appeared at 17:16:20 GMT on 23 November 1963, stepping, not quite fully formed, from the minds of his creators, Sydney Newman, Donald Wilson and Cecil Webber, assisted by Anthony Coburn, David Whitaker and Verity Lambert. Fifty years on, the Doctor’s personal pantheon has grown beyond eighty (writers credited in episodes for television). […]

Wilfred at the heart of coincidence: The end of time!

I had a grandad called Willfred. He was lots of silly fun. He let you mess up his hair, and punch him in the stomach, and laugh at his silly sayings and doings. But he would also give you lots of attention. There were endless games and unhurried walks on the beach. He would give […]

The name of the Doctor – such a promise!

Clara: Who’s that? Doctor: That’s me Clara: But I never saw that one… Doctor: I said he was me. I didn’t say he was the Doctor… The name I chose is the Doctor. The name you choose, is like a promise you make… He is my secret. John Hurt: What I did, I did without […]

My times are in your hands…

‘There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are controlling transmission.…’ I include this here for a couple of reasons. First, purely for nostalgia’s sake (before the Doctor appeared in Australia in 1965 we kids found our chills in The Twilight Zone as well as in The […]

We are all ghosts to you!

In the recent episode “Hide” (Series 7/9) the Doctor and Clara investigate a haunted house, joining a psychic and a professor who are seeking the mysterious ghost of the Witch of the Well. Midway through the episode we see Clara most upset as she suddenly realises the darker side of time travel. She sees who […]

‘Trust me, I’m the Doctor…’

Today is February 22nd 2013. I mention that for no deep Whovian reason; just because, in one of those serendipitous moments, not uncommon in the vortex, I have encountered a voice from the past, speaking to the present and, I believe, with relevance for the future too. When I am not watching old episodes of […]

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