Steve Goble

Choose life. (Deuteronomy 30:19)

This is the standard that every Doctor Who story should come up to.

It's not brilliant, but it is very good, and I found it thoroughly absorbing.

It revolves around the return of the Silurians or, as some might call them, the Eocenes. (nicely played)

The really interesting thing about these guys is that they're not aliens. They were the dominant race on Earth before humans evolved, and as such they want their planet back. They see us as nothing more than pests to be eradicated, which is pretty much how most of us would feel if we got up one day to find cockroaches everywhere.

Taking its cue from both of the Silurians' previous outings, the focus in this story is once again on the Doctor's beleaguered attempts to negotiate peace.

Though going over old ground, this is such a strong theme that it's worth returning to every decade or so, and 2010's entry is right up there with 1970's Doctor Who And The Silurians and 1984's Warriors Of The Deep.

The Doctor always takes the role of outsider. He always tries to convince both sides to share the planet. He always fails.

It's also one of those tales that works whether you're a long-standing follower of the series like me, or a more recent viewer with no knowledge of episodes from 40 years ago. There's no awkward recapping of what's gone before, because the tale stands on its own two feet perfectly well, thank you. Yet much is non-verbally done to embrace those earlier chapters anyway. Though these Silurians look understandably a bit different, they're also acknowledged as a different variation of the originals.

Similarly, I've found the return of the 1980s TARDIS sound-effects this series to work wonders for assuring me that this is indeed the same world I'm in. Bearing that in mind, episode two begins with a voice-over from Stephen Moore as Eldane, which suddenly makes the whole thing at least feel like the calibre of the original Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy.

This is another story in which everything comes together really well, which is so positive for the future. The script and direction maintain the mystery and tension very well indeed, and the acting from the guest cast is perhaps the best yet.


Particularly standing out is Meera Syal, who as Nasreen Chaudhry brings a great deal of believability to the standard everyday human role.

There were six things that I didn't like. Ohhh, I always have so much more to say about the things that I didn't like… :)

First, we learn that Amy is still a kissogram despite planning to get married tomorrow. Sorry Rory.

Second, the promotions of Amy and Nasreen to the role of human ambassadors. These two have no authority from the rest of the human race, and upon the Silurians' revealing themselves to the general population, Earth's leaders would almost certainly replace and disavow them, for so many reasons.

Third, the eerie appearance at the beginning of Amy and Rory's future selves, waving from the hill in the distance, needs clarification.

Mainly because 'our' younger Rory eventually gets shot and killed.

So… just what did that older version of Rory remember doing differently all those years ago at the moment when he wasn't shot, and why does this point now unfold in such a new way?

It might be because the appearance of Rory's future self unwittingly contaminates his younger self's decisions, specifically by making him over-confident that he cannot be killed. This is supported by Rory's confusion at his dying, but still not made clear.

The problem with that theory of course is that Rory died saving the Doctor's life. If that older version of Rory had lived, then it seems that originally it was the Doctor who had died, or at least regenerated. Not a word spoken about that either.

Also, I can't ignore that this is poor Rory's second death in as many stories, which somewhat flaws Amy's reasoning as to which dream was genuine in Amy's Choice.

Fourthly, the storyline about the crack in the universe progresses at the end too, which in itself is a great thing, with both the future and the past suffering losses. Well, the future and the past both lose Rory anyway.

Unfortunately, the rules of exactly what the white light does to whoever it touches are still so vague as to suggest that the authors themselves haven't quite worked it out yet.

Let's look at some of the dialogue on the subject in this episode:

i. Doctor: "[If the] time energy catches up with you, you'll never have been born. It will erase every moment of your existence. You will never have lived at all."

ii. Doctor: "Amy, move away from the light. If it touches you, you'll be wiped from history."

iii. Amy: "That light - if his [Rory's] body's absorbed I'll forget him, he'll never've existed!"

iv. Amy: "No way, on the Byzantium I still remembered the clerics because I am a time-traveller. Now you said…"

Doctor: "They weren't part of your world, this is different, this is your own history changing."

So, with Rory's corpse now absorbed by the crack in the universe, the Doctor and Amy have a new history - one in which neither of them ever met a guy called Rory.

At the end of the episode Amy, having forgotten the heroic Rory's existence, makes reference to having seen only her future self standing alone on the hill at the tale's opening. Amy's memory of events has changed but, and here's the thing, the Doctor's hasn't, even though Rory had also become a part of his own history too. Apparently, the Doctor still has total recall of Rory.

This disparity means that Amy can now remember a truer version of her travels in the TARDIS than the Doctor can. The Doctor's memories are wrong. Amy can also remember a truer version of her travels in the TARDIS than we the viewers can. Oo-er.

Fortunately, for those of us keeping score, Rory made very little impact on the plot in his five brief episodes.

Unfortunately, he did make some impact. His actions in The Eleventh Hour - photographing Prisoner Zero's zombies and lending the Doctor his phone - were arguably pivotal.

Yet Earth was not burnt by the Atraxi, and the Doctor and Amy both survived.

Worse, there's a scene wedged in at the start when Rory goes to great pains to take Amy's engagement ring back to the safety of the TARDIS, something that he has never worried about before.

He only does this so that, at the end of the story, after Rory's lifetime has been wiped from history, the ring can still be paradoxically there, quickly hidden from Amy by the Doctor, again with no explanation for how. I can assume here that the TARDIS is somehow protecting the ring from causality, but once more this is stated nowhere.

So does an exact duplicate of the same ring now also sit unsold in a jeweller's shop somewhere in Ledworth?

***ATTENTION: LONG SENTENCES FOLLOW***

This lack of thinking cause and effect through, or at the very least failure to clearly communicate what effect the white light is actually having, makes me doubt that the resolution of this storyline will be properly thought-through either, so my expectations for it are consequently lower.

However…

Perhaps the real problem here is the ambiguity of the word 'history'.

The only way that I can make sense of this tangle is to suppose that whenever the Doctor speaks of 'history', he does not define the word as meaning actual events that have physically taken place, but rather the present perception of them.

Y'know, in the same way that a history teacher communicates what they believe happened, rather than what actually happened.

After all, the word 'history' can arguably mean either the events themselves, or the record of them, and indeed has both definitions over at dictionary.com.

In fact, far from wiping the events of Rory's life from ever having actually happened, it seems that it's only Rory's physical body and others' memories of him that disappear in this episode. The consequences of his previous actions clearly still continue to exist. (for example, the Doctor still hasn't been shot a moment earlier)

Maybe this will also turn out to be why, again in The Eleventh Hour, Ledworth's duckpond still remained, despite the absence of any ducks from its history. Y'know, maybe the ducks flew into the crack in the universe, so everyone forgot about them, but their duckpond stayed untouched?

The Angel that disappeared from Amy's mind in Flesh And Stone is a trickier one, however it could be argued that it counted as a physical record of the Angel that went into the light, and therefore a part of its 'history' in this definition.

Again though, none of this seems to have been stated anywhere. In fact, as we can see from the quotes above, Amy clearly believes that the changes do indeed happen to actual past events, and the Doctor doesn't correct her.

However, if my theory of only recorded history being changed is the philosophy being followed here, then I have two things to say:

1. This meaning needs to be clearly expressed in the programme, so that we have a story to follow.

2. This looks like the best series of Doctor Who ever!

Whatever, these are great ideas to conjure with, and hopefully the writers will learn as they go.

And hopefully we will too!

Fifthly, despite all of the above, the Doctor still safely reaches his hand through the crack in the universe, and would you believe finds exactly what he's looking for lying just there. Right there. If only he'd thought to do the exact same thing with Rory's body a moment later.

(FANTASTIC pay-off moment later though!)

Sixth, and finally, as my closing observation, immediately after Rory's death the Doctor locks a distraught Amy inside the TARDIS. So she desperately hammers her fist on the door to burst out again, except that it opens inwards.

Sorry, it's just that last moment really ruined the entire credibility of the whole series for me.

Otherwise, thoroughly enjoyed this!

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Pac-Man finally has a new dining-room!

Handling is a little stiff, but how much fun is this? Oh well, here goes all my spare time (again) ...

Well, maybe not. Despite smooth graphics, this maze seems to take longer to complete than the classic one, reducing the regularity of winning.

I'm no Pac-aficionado, but I always thought that the original's biggest limitation was its apparent inability to generate a new layout for each level, with even the flashing power pellets remaining steadfastly locked into their positions instead of randomised. (maybe this developed on subsequent screens that I never got onto)

Despite only one viewpoint, no commentary, no vibration, and tragically no option to rewatch each game afterwards, I still give it 8 out of 10 wacca's.

Available here.

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Writer: Gerry Conway
Penciler: Alex Saviuk (Web), Sal Buscema (Spectacular)
Inker: Keith Williams (Web), Sal Buscema (Spectacular)

Author Gerry Conway might never even have noticed, but mid-way through his growing story-arc to bring back La Tarantula, his scripts bizarrely switched comic series.

To be fair, we readers might not have noticed either, since his first two instalments are far more concerned with the tale of Peter Parker's return to his old high school… as a substitute teacher.

It's a funny thing about the Parker boy and his career. I mean ask anyone what Spider-Man's alter ego does for a living, and I think most people will answer 'photographer', but over the years he does seem to have plugged away at the science teaching lark too. By the time that J Michael Stracynski took over the writing, it had become his only job. Well, apart from the other obvious one.

Anyhow, Conway seems to focus in on Pete's maturity in these issues, juxtaposing who he is now with who he used to be.

Then the subsequent issues of Spectacular find him settling down to married life in a new flat with Mary Jane, and battling city hall to allow oppressed immigrant families to escape deportation. (he fails, at least in the short term)

In fact, Conway clearly has a bit of an axe to grind with that last topic.

Peter: "Maggie Michaelson told Ben Urich and me how some illegals are too frightened to apply for amnesty -- afraid they'll be separated from their families -- and I didn't understand it.

She said there were shyster lawyers who preyed on that fear, making promises they couldn't keep - for a hefty fee.

But the reality didn't hit home until your friend Elvira phoned for help last night.

As Spider-Man, I could save her from La Tarantula and his goon squad --

-- but all my power couldn't rescue her from 'the wheels of justice.'"


Mary Jane: "All these people, Peter, living with such fear… it isn't fair."

Peter: "'Give me your tired,
Your poor, huddled masses
Yearning to breathe free…'

… but only if they've been here since 1981."


As if that doesn't hammer the point home hard enough, this final issue also features the brooding thoughts of Captain America as he reflects on how the flag that he wears on his costume has come to incite terror. Okay, I think we've got it now, but what the heck, let's finish the story on the original inscription from the Statue of Liberty anyway. :)

My closing words however are to celebrate Conway's foresightedness in his plotting. For just as La Tarantula's storyline was foreshadowed in the first two of these issues, throughout all four Conway also sets the scene for his next tale, featuring the return of Tombstone.

While I've always considered strong continuity to be a mark of good writing, it does make it tricky for me to break up these issues for review. As a teenager, I actually stopped collecting comicbooks one issue before the end of La Tarantula's storyline, and have had to procure a back-issue in order to see how this all tied-up.

Not so the one about Tombstone. If I go looking on Ebay for those editions, I fear that that they'll just foreshadow whatever storyline came after that, so with this issue I draw a line under my retrospective re-reading of US Spider-Man comics.

It's been a fantastic era, and from speaking to others recently it sounds as though the mid-1980s are generally considered to be Marvel's best. Just how fortunate was I to have collected these issues during this precise run, as opposed to any other?

Finally, since I'm leaving the Tombstone storyline open-ended, in much the same way as I came in mid-way through a Hobgoblin story, perhaps I'd better conclude things on a similarly never-to-be-resolved cliffhanger.

Or a joke.

Or both.

So, if Marvel wanted to use the character of Tombstone in one their movies, which Hollywood actor do you think would best resemble him?


"I'll be baaack…"

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Writers: Jeff Parker & Paul Tobin
Artist: Clayton Henry
Colorist: Chris Sotomayor
Letterer: Blambot's Nate Piekos
Cover: Romita Jr., Janson & Stewart
Production: Paul Acerios
Consulting: Mark Paniccia
Editor: Nathan Cosby
Editor In Chief: Joe Quesada
Publisher: Dan Buckley

What If issues are a curious muse, offering the creativity to tell a story with tremendous freedom, but still built upon the foundation of the original issue.

This one, published an incredible 21 years after its inspiration Spider-Man Versus Wolverine #1, seems well-intentioned but just doesn't score many points on either count.

This is a shame, as it has a really promising start. Page two recaps events so far by inventively taking panels from the first version and presenting them as photos, be them oddly reversed on occasion. However that early page is also where things begin to fall apart for me, as there's just no way that some of those moments could have been photographed. The original issue didn't feature anyone there with a camera to take them.


Before the 'point of divergence', Peter Parker seems to have an extra bag at the airport, and is wearing different clothes. After that, his locally hired Spider-Man costume is missing the words 'Die Spinne' from the back. In fairness, this caption wasn't always visible in the canon story, but here it's absent from every panel.

These may sound like details, but I think it's important to make these connections well. The old book is, after all, what's selling the new one.

Generally speaking though, the artwork looks cool throughout this, particularly when Spidey's alternate costume arrives on the scene as a hybrid of his established red and blue duds with his more recent black outfit.

However none of this is enough to save the story from rushing to fit everything into only 24 pages. We race through the new timeline, never really getting to see Peter coming to terms with the big unfamiliar changes taking place in his life, while current events back in New York get left hanging with barely a mention.

Also, despite the title and the cover above, at no point in here do Spider-Man and Wolverine ever fight each other.

What I was intrigued by was the expansion of Pete's powers along fresh lines. The notion of his spider-sense getting honed so sharply that he can perceive the future is the sort of idea that really offers itself to development.

Perhaps this novel thought could be explored further back in his regular continuity?

After all, in the final analysis, every Marvel Comic is a What If? story.

(sometimes available here)

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Writer: Stan Lee (ASM#275), Charles Vess (ASM#277), Tom DeFalco (ASM#275-285), Peter David (ASM#278 & 289), Jo Duffy (ASM#278), David Michelinie & Len Kaminski (WOSM#24), James C Owsley (ASM#284-288, SMVW#1, WOSM#29-30)
Art: S Ditko (ASM#275), Charles Vess (ASM#277), Alan Kupperburg (ASM#289), Tom Morgan (ASM#289)
Storytelling: Ron Frenz (ASM#284)
Layouts: Ron Frenz (ASM#280-281)
Penciler: Ron Frenz (ASM#275-277 & 283), Mike Harris (ASM#278), Rick Leonardi (ASM#279 & 282), Brett Breeding (ASM#280-281 & 284), Del Barras (WOSM#24), Alan Kupperberg (ASM#285-286 & 288), Erik Larsen (ASM#287), Mark Bright (SMVW#1), Steve Geiger (WOSM#29-30)
Finished Art: Josef Rubinstein (ASM#275), Brett Breeding (ASM#276), Bob Layton (ASM#283)
Inks: Bob Layton (ASM#277 & 282), Vince Colletta (ASM#278-279 & WOSM#24), Brett Breeding (ASM#280-281), Josef Rubinstein (ASM#284), Jim Fern (ASM#285-286 & 288-289, WOSM#30), Art Nichols (ASM#286-287, WOSM#29), Al Williamson (SMVW#1), Abel (WOSM#30), Baker (WOSM#30), Steve Geiger (WOSM#30), Williams (WOSM#30)
Letterer: Joe Rosen (ASM#275-283) & Co. (ASM#283), Rick Parker (ASM#277-278, 284-289 & WOSM#24, 29-30), Bill Oakley (SMVW#1)
Colorist: Nelson Yomtov (ASM#275 & 281-282), Andy Yanchus (ASM#275), D Martin (ASM#276), Bob Sharen (ASM#277, 279 & 283-286, WOSM#24, 29), Elaine Lee (ASM#277), Julianna Ferriter (ASM#278 & 287), Paul J Becton (ASM#280), George Roussos (ASM#288-289, WOSM#30), Petra Scotese (SMVW#1)
Editor: James C Owsley (ASM#275-283), Jim Salicrup (WOSM#24 & 29-30, ASM#284-289), Ann Nocenti (SMVW#1)
Editor In Chief: Jim Shooter

Comicbooks just don't get any better than this.

These 19 issues chronicle the final act in the Hobgoblin saga. Well, I should actually say this Hobgoblin saga, as there have since been several others. (Hobgoblins) (and sagas)

And saga is definitely the word. Tom DeFalco's sprawling multi-year epic stretched the mystery of just whose face lay hidden behind the Halloween mask to such unrivalled extremes, that the letters pages of the day were never short of a several candidates. Was he really Lance Bannon? Or was he in fact Flash Thompson? Or Ned Leeds? Yes, he was Flash Thompson.

Well, no actually he wasn't, but that widespread belief is the thread that runs through all these instalments, along with Parker's decision to quit being Spider-Man just as soon as he's finished establishing Flash's innocence.


Those Marvellers, they clearly enjoyed all this conjuring of red herrings, probably as much as we enjoyed all the teasing. It seemed to slip by quietly unnoticed that the Rose's identity also remained a closely-guarded secret.

Ah, yes, the Rose - now he did have an effective disguise. Whereas most supertypes save the glasses for their human identity, he would mould-breakingly wear them over the top of his supervillain outfit.

Anyway, perhaps the best aspect of all these hints, implications and careful equivocation was that, in the end, the writers eventually did reveal all, along with the complex backstories that had been woven for so long.

And they managed to achieve all this, despite the tiny accident of losing the writer who'd masterminded it all.

Some curiosities to note…

Amazing Spider-Man #275 includes a complete reprint of the very first 11-page Spider-Man story from Amazing Fantasy #15, by way of a lengthy flashback that Peter relates to Mary Jane. There's also a splash panel on page 30 that quite prominently features Ron Frenz, Jim Owsley, Joe Rubinstein and Tom DeFalco!

Amazing Spider-Man #276 sees the Hobgoblin finally unmasked as Flash Thompson. This plot-development is milked for all it's worth, with even Ron Frenz's art investing a whole half-page on this startling moment of revelation, even though it's also revealed by the end of the issue that Thompson has in fact been set-up.

Amazing Spider-Man #277 goes nowhere and is only half an issue long. The second half segues into a completely different tone for the snowy Cry Of The Wendigo by Charles Vess and Elaine Lee, neither of whom I think I have ever heard of again. Parker even has red hair! A great sojourn.

Amazing Spider-Man #279 doesn’t feature Spider-Man, but then, neither did any of the other regular Spider-titles that month. Part of the 'Missing In Action' ploy, and a good opportunity to prove how strong the supporting characters were. In this case we get an issue of Silver Sable comic.

Web Of Spider-Man #24 doesn't really contribute to the Hobgoblin storyline at all, but his and the Rose's brief appearance in this toward the end, along with their references to current events, earn this issue a place in the arc.

Amazing Spider-Man #284-288 compose the incredible five-part story Gang War (only really called that on the covers), which also marks the departure of Tom DeFalco as scripter. Jim Owsley scripts over Tom's plot, with the result that the title's high-quality is never in any doubt.

Often when a genius creator leaves an ongoing series, their successor writes too much in reaction to their work and consequently fails to accomplish the same level of originality, but not so here. These issues are, in my opinion, Amazing Spider-Man's finest hours for so many reasons, as New York's cocktail of crime factions repeatedly engage each other with more strategic combinations than a Rubik's cube.

There are so many strong characters and outstanding moments in here, but my top one has to be Peter Parker losing his temper with Daredevil's alter ego Matt Murdoch in a cab, and having to be wrenched off of him by the driver for beating up a blind man!

Yes, tensions were running high.

By the way, from the same page…


How cool is this for… 1987?!?

Spider-Man Versus Wolverine #1 is one of the most pivotal publications of the era, featuring as it does the death of Ned Leeds. In fact, it even spawned its own What If riff 21 years later.

However, the original was the one comic that I missed buying from this run, as I don't think it was generally available in the UK. Consequently, when reading these issues recently, I had to just skip it, and it really noticed.

Later however I finally received a copy for my birthday and… it's rubbish! Ned's death is so brief and the tone throughout so slow that it's hard to believe this is written by the same guy who I've just typed so glowingly about above. Not really worth the 64 page-count, although the colour looks gorgeous. I'm still none the wiser as to what the actual story has to do with Ned's death. My fault, probably.

Amazing Spider-Man #289 sees Peter David take over the writing with The Hobgoblin Revealed! - a story that actually delivers on this long-awaited promise! David had more than proved his credentials with his mixture of darkness and humour in the pages of recent editions of Peter Parker, The Spectacular Spider-Man.

As a result, his build-up to such an enormous reveal, together with Alan Kupperberg, Tom Morgan and Jim Fern's stunning artwork, makes the splash panel on page 22 the most stark and horrifying one I've ever seen. They worked up to this moment for years, and when it finally came, it actually delivered on all that anticipation! Fantastic!

Pane 24 panel 4 is awesome too, along with a highly satisfying resolution to Pete's vocational crisis by Flash.

But it doesn't stop there. Web Of Spider-Man #29 sees James C Owsley relating the same cataclysmic events from alternative perspectives. Thanks to the Marvel Chronology Project, I read these pages and panels in chronological order, and it all fits together so well that I've little idea now which events took place in which issue. Several scenes occur in both titles, but the respective artists were smart enough to liaise and ensure general consistency, giving the impression of observing events through multiple hidden cameras.



Finally, in Web Of Spider-Man #30, James Owsley plunges back to the beginning of both the Hobgoblin's and the Rose's stories, recapping the last few years without their masks on, and proving that, would you believe, the whole tangled saga actually did hold together and make sense.

Well, I assume it did. I don't have all the early issues, and I've enjoyed this closing act so much that I just can't be bothered going back looking for continuity errors. You may burst my bubble if you like, but I've sure no wish to do it myself.

They called the main title Amazing Spider-Man, and in my opinion that opening adjective was certainly qualified by this run.

No wonder that, 25 years later, I've been hooked back into reading them again.

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A short 75-page overview of the king of rock'n'roll's life, enhanced throughout by 50 large glossy photographs, many of them in full colour.

It's ideal for small-time fans like me, who like Elvis enough to have just a few of his albums, but would never wade through a full-length book about him.

Over the years, I think I've heard almost everything that's covered in this book, but it's been so fragmented that to have it all assembled in the correct chronological order like this is a huge aide memoire.

Author Arthur Davis maintains a neutral tone throughout the first half of the biography, although he obviously loves his subject, because by the 1960s his strong opinions on Elvis' critical descent become more and more unveiled.

"It was an appalling artistic decline in quality from the merely poor to the downright dreadful, but, regrettably, many of the movies made a profit."

This book is not a rant though. The guy seems to know his stuff, and is unafraid to present his subject at both his best and his worst.

This book is also saturated throughout by quotations, sometimes from Elvis himself, but often from those closest to him, and not always favourable. By the end, there seems to be a definite angle toward the dangers of too much unchallenged freedom.

However I think it's the selection of photos that leave the strongest impression. Although even I can see that some of them are inaccurately captioned (that's the '68 Comeback Special on page 59, not a stage show), they do give the tale authenticity, and are wide-ranging enough to reflect most if not all of the aspects of Elvis' life under discussion here.

As these images are similarly chronological, they also reflect Elvis' personal journey from obscurity, through success, and back down to his eventual death. Comparing some of the early pictures of his career with the later ones, it is quite hard to believe that this is the same guy twenty years on.

All in all, this is an excellent reference work for the lightweight fan, and would probably make a good lazy afternoon's read with one of his albums on.

I give it five vivas and a double-sideburn.

(available here)

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If there was one thing that Perry, Rich, John, Bish and myself intended to do this weekend, it was to all get together and go walking somewhere.

Somewhat inconsiderately, the weekend itself didn't share our enthusiasm.

Still, the good news is that… we won!

It had taken us over three months and nearly 50 emails to realise that, as a group, we just weren't much up to making plans.

I'd like to suppose that this reflects just how easy going we all are, but maybe now and then God realises that he has to prod us to get us to make some sort of effort over things.

For example, it was hardly Rich's fault that, after boarding his coach down this afternoon, the driver got so held up in traffic that he eventually chose to abandon his route and improvise a brand new one.

And that was just Rich getting to London. Our chances of catching the 15:12 train from Clapham Junction with Perry were non-existent. As Rich and I eventually sat by the Thames catching up at about five, Rich's mobile repeatedly drew attention to Perry's continued detainment at his workplace.

(All this of course had also afforded me some time to get done the things that might otherwise have delayed me.)

So Rich and I decided to kill some time by going shopping for a towel, but were surprised and disappointed to find that no high street retailer had ever heard of such a contrivance.

By the time we were back at mine enjoying early-evening sandwiches and choc ices with my mum, we had to wonder if we would ever make it down to the south coast today.

Even when Perry met us at his flat at 19:15, I suddenly realised that I really really needed to go buy a drink for the long hot journey before we left.

Still, Tim's expert driving enabled us to make it to Worthing before the pub shut at 11pm, not that they appeared financially able to turn us away. The place was utterly deserted. It was ghost pub.

On Saturday morning at about 9:10 we were joined by John, who'd got up to catch the train down at five, and Bish, who'd caught his at 9:02. (Bish lives in the next town)

John cooked us all a full-English breakfast, which I gather was considered something of a victory. We also looked through my photos from our last expedition.

At last, thanks to a high-quality booklet Perry had received via a Shredded Wheat offer, we set off for the dubiously-named town of Climping. Hmm, 'Climping', why that's just one 'C' away from…


As you can see, when we parked, the (mid) morning weather didn't appear too auspicious. Still, we bravely set off to explore deepest Climping anyway, hoping that we wouldn't get lost amidst its complex varied topography.


In literal fairness, the mist rolling in from the sea quickly rolled away too, and I'm pleased to say that the rest of the weekend offered sunny skies throughout, barring about ten hours overnight, which we decided to tolerate.


Left to right: Me, Rich, Bish, John and Perry (impersonating Sir Harry Secombe).



After a light lunch consisting entirely of puddings, Perry drove back to London to catch a west end show, while the rest of us played Scrabble…


... contemplated Worthing Pier...


… explored the town, and eventually downed the traditional curry. This was followed by a trip back to the ghost pub, where they still seemed to be serving spirits.

Sunday began with another slow breakfast at Bish's in Lancing, and a clip of Morcambe and Wise, after which we set off to spend our final day investigating Highdown Hill.


It's a hill. Got it.

After two more pub stops, one for drinks and the other for lunch, we headed back to our local ghost one, apparently this time to wait for a ghost train.


After a fun 48 hours, the general concensus of opinion seemed to be that it had been a good walking weekend, but that next time, we really need to do some more actual walking.

After all, as Rich pointed out, those 40-odd emails had actually been headed hiking


(With thanks to Bish for some of the photos)

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Or, put it another way, the Doctor Who reprint wars!


In mid-October 1979 the first ever Marvel UK Doctor Who strip was published in Doctor Who Weekly #1!

Of course, card-carrying fan that I am, I was there to not only buy it, (I think my dad bought it for me actually) but to also dutifully keep the free transfers in unused mint condition for the next 30 years. Man that's some long-lasting sellotape on that cover…


Just look at it - it's even protected the section of the photo underneath from the ravages of time!

A week later I got issue #2, but a week after that some other kid (or adult probably) beat me to it, so I stopped collecting them. I don't collect incomplete things.

Recently however, I borrowed issues #3 and #4 off of Herschel to finally read, and I have to say that… heyyy, waitaminute. You… don't suppose that… he was the one who all those years ago…

… nahh. That way lies madness.

It matters not in any case. His issue #3 erroneously came with issue #2's transfers! In your rubber nose, Klown-Face!

Anyhew, despite typos, these first four issues were a great launch for a comic-series that, like its transfers, has lasted right up to the present day (current monthly issue is #421), without ever having to merge with Spider-Man Weekly. After all, sooner or later, every Marvel UK comic merged with Spider-Man Weekly.


Fig. 1: This never happened.

Anyway, inside these first four issues of Doctor Who Weekly, as well as backgrounds for the transfers, letters from the Doctor, articles about the series and a 'Crazy Caption' contest, there were no less than three continuing Who-related comic strips.

The Return Of The Daleks (script: Steve Moore, art: Paul Neary & David Lloyd) features the unexpected return of the Daleks at the end of issue #1, a scenario entirely in-keeping with so many TV stories.

Tales From The TARDIS featuring War Of The Worlds (script: Chris Claremont, art: Yong Montano & Dino Castrillo, story: H G Wells) has a somewhat looser connection. It's obviously a serial originally intended to see print elsewhere, but thanks to a single panel introduction by the fourth Doctor each week, all the following narration appears to be a continuation of his storytelling. This is a smart idea that sadly backfires as soon as episode two drops into the first person, and the Doctor is forced to forever explain that he was actually told this story by his fair-haired buddy George.

I guess that 'George' would be short for 'Herbert George Wells' - his friend in the TV story Timelash then. Except that he had dark hair. Well, I'm sure it all got explained later.

The lead strip in these four issues however was the first four parts of Doctor Who And The Iron Legion. (writers: Pat Mills & John Wagner, artist: Dave Gibbons, editor: Dez Skinn)

Continuing through to issue #8, the Doctor lands on a version of present-day Earth where Rome never fell, and falls foul of modern and alien technology in the hands of the almighty Roman empire…

Unlike so many spin-offs, the whole story accurately captures the spirit of the original TV show, having been based upon a rejected pitch for it, and then expanded thanks to the enormous freedom offered by the comic medium. How optimistically do you think the TV series might have portrayed a giant man-eating slug, let alone the thousands of Roman spectators behind it?


That's the start to episode three above, but here's the really clever thing: a year later the strips were collected and reprinted by Marvel US, in Marvel Premiere Featuring Doctor Who #57, when the above panel(s) looked like this:


Yes, in anticipation of a US reprinting, the strip's UK creators had actually laid-out, drawn and inked the whole thing in the full-length American comicbook format, yet also included three strategically-placed cliffhangers for the shorter British episodes. Now that's time-management even the Doctor would be proud of!


As well as the commissioning of a special cover by Walt Simonson (Frank Miller did the one for the second half of the story the following month!), the most obvious mutation in this second printing was the addition of colours, or more accurately 'colors'. These were supplied by Alpha Flight's Andy Yanchus, who would occasionally exercise some time-management of his own by leaving the odd element in monochrome for effect.

Again some of this seemed to have been anticipated at the earlier layouts stage. In Britain, page three had featured a shopkeeper getting shot dead, with black and white baked bean tins exploding open in front of him. In America of course they were all coloured gory red…

Elsewhere in Marvel Premiere #57 was a two-page text history of Doctor Who by Mary Jo Duffy (who a year later would write the highly Doctor Who-ish Power Man And Iron Fist #79), and full-page pictures of "The Tardis and K-9", "The Daleks", "The Doctor's Most Fearsome Foes!" and, heh heh, "The Five Doctors".

That last one is quite charming, partly because three years later there would be a TV episode by that name, and partly because the picture features the (then) four doctors in a rare moment of unity with a portrait of Peter Cushing as the movie Doctor, but mostly because their faces all look so… well… like contented children.


Anyway, these US reprints had the desired effect, and kick-started a regular stateside Doctor Who comic, for which Marvel US by now had a nice back-catalogue of UK material waiting.


Five years later Marvel UK took Doctor Who And The Iron Legion back again, to give most of the story a fresh UK outing with the benefit of all that colour, as well as a brand new cover by Dave Gibbons and John Higgins.

Sadly, although the strip had originally been created for UK audiences, the Marvel UK editors of the day still changed some stuff from the US copy. In other words, they adapted their own work.

Here's a panel from part four's first printing back in Doctor Who Weekly #4:


Here it is in its second printing in the US:


Those thin panels under the windows have got lost in some lazy blue colouring. Finally, here it is upon its third printing back in the UK again:


This seems to be an attempt to save some of the dialogue from the cut opening splash page to episode five.

The back-up K-9 strip K-9's Finest Hour (by Moore, Neary and Yanchus again) is from Doctor Who Weekly #12, as also reprinted in Marvel Premiere #58.

Other pages are filled-up with biographies of Pat Mills and Dave Gibbons, a pin-up of "Davros And The Daleks!" in black, white and blue (that's so Marvel UK), and full-colour photographic ones of "The Leisure Hive" and the sixth Doctor with Peri.

This last one is a really really nice shot of Colin Baker and Nicola Bryant, in character on the set of The Two Doctors, sincerely looking like they're enjoying themselves. (okay, so maybe that makes them look out-of-character)


2004 saw Panini Books collecting the lead strips from Doctor Who Weekly #1-16 and #19-38 into a huge monochrome graphic novel, with yet another cover by Gibbons, this time coloured by Adrian Salmon. (also gratefully borrowed recently from Herschel)

This volume (available here) is confusingly also entitled Doctor Who - The Iron Legion, although it actually contains Doctor Who And The Iron Legion, City Of The Damned, Doctor Who And The Star Beast, Doctor Who And The Dogs Of Doom and Doctor Who And The Time Witch. These are all similarly by Wagner, Mills and Gibbons, except for the final story which was written by Steve Moore.
Every single one of these strips is a classic, and perfectly in the vein of the imaginative and fun TV show. I think Panini were wise to return to the original black-and-white realisation, because Dave Gibbons' artwork looks much more vivid when it's not swamped in colours.

There are two things that disappoint about this immaculate reprinting though:

1. These are the original Doctor Who Weekly plates, complete with recaps replacing parts of Gibbons' artwork. Surely this was a golden opportunity to finally give his full pencils and inks an airing in black-and-white?

2. Dez Skinn and Paul Neary's 8-page Timeslip from #17-18 is omitted. I'm sure there's a good reason, but when it's even advertised as coming next at the bottom of page 75, well, it's really conspicuous by its absence.


Next, in December 2005, the retrospective Doctor Who Magazine #350 celebrated the title's 25th anniversary by including a free reprint of the whole of its fondly-remembered first issue, which consequently gave part one of Iron Legion yet another publication. The only element that I could find changed in this edition was a minor, and wholly understandable, alteration to the indicia underneath the first page.

Oh, and no long-life sellotape on the cover. (no transfers)


Another two years on, and 2007 saw IDW Publishing reprinting The Iron Legion in Doctor Who Classics #1 and 2.

Sadly, they not only once again sourced the strips from the abridged original Doctor Who Weekly shorts, but curiously had them all recoloured by Charlie Kirchoff. I don't know the reason for those decisions, (I don't have copies of them), but on the surface the apparent lack of familiarity with the product doesn't instil much confidence in the collection. There were also fine new covers by Joe Corroney.

This series was clearly a big hit though, evidenced yesterday by, wait for it, the collecting of this REPRINT series into an omnibus edition!


Wow - that's SEVEN times that Doctor Who Weekly #1 has been printed now!

Despite it being yet another airing of the abridged versions, this really looks to be the best collection of early Marvel Who strips yet. It prints everything that Panini's collection did, and much more! Even Skinn and Neary's Time Slip has been re-inserted where it comes. In fact, the full contents page lists the following:

1. Doctor Who and the Iron Legion
2. City of the Damned
3. Time Slip
4. Doctor Who and the Star Beast
5. Doctor Who and the Dogs of Doom
6. Doctor Who and the Time Witch
7. Dragon's Claw (by Moore and Gibbons)
8. The Collector (by Moore and Gibbons)
9. Dreamer of Death (by Moore and Gibbons)
10. Changes (writer: Grant Morrison, art: John Ridgway)
11. Culture Shock (writer: Grant Morrison: art: Bryan Hitch)
12. The World Shapers (writer: Grant Morrison, art: John Ridgway and Tim Perkins)
13. The Life Bringer (writer: Steve Moore, art: Dave Gibbons)
14. War of the Words (writer: Steve Moore, art: Dave Gibbons)
15. Spider-God (writer: Steve Moore, art: Dave Gibbons)
16. The Deal (writer: Steve Parkhouse, art: Dave Gibbons)
17. End of the Line (writer: Steve Parkhouse, art: Dave Gibbons)
18. The Free-Fall Warriors (writer: Steve Parkhouse, art: Dave Gibbons)

(no, I don't have a copy of this either, though I gather there's one for sale here)
Humm, seven publications in 31 years. That works out at roughly one every four to five years.

So, on that analysis, maybe by 2015 there'll be a proper high-quality release of the full original artwork, without all those recaps getting in the way of the pictures?

Whatever happens, I suspect that we haven't seen the end of Doctor Who and the Iron Legion yet...

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With help from the above two books and DVD, today I took my driving theory test for the third time, and passed… also for the third time! (the first two times were both in 2004)

I know, I know, you're only supposed to pass these things the once, so I guess I must just enjoy taking them.

Today, I sat at the terminal and prayed beforehand, and was pleased to get 50 out of 50 on the multiple-choice, and 68 out of 75 on the hazard awareness clips, for which I'm still not certain quite what I was supposed to be doing.

Afterwards I went outside to buy myself a burger as a reward. In the middle of the road was a man leaning down to talk to someone through a car window, causing traffic to drive around him. Immediately in front was a stationary van with its hazard lights flashing. Immediately in front of that was a stationary cyclist on a mobile phone.

Has this sort of thing always been going on?

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The first full-length Doctor Who story since The Edge Of Destruction (1964) to be set entirely within the TARDIS.

The Doctor, Amy and Rory find themselves repeatedly falling asleep and then waking-up within two alternating scenarios, unaware of which one is real, and which the actual dream.

Both realms feature a growing threat to be overcome, one of which, unfortunately, is yet another group of zombies.


(Mrs Poggit appears to be a stand-in for The Eleventh Hour's absent Mrs Angelo)

Throughout they are goaded by "The Dream Lord", who must surely rate as the most comicbook super villain the Doctor has ever encountered.

On the face of it, he appears quite extraneous to the plot, serving merely to prompt and highlight the characters' motivations, and to give the threat a voice. By the time that the closing credits rolled, I had to wonder if the story would have been any different at all without him.

Yet, without a sentient enemy to be defeated, I have to admit that I think the end would have felt much weaker. It's just a shame that the Dream Lord is such a generic bad guy, demonstrating no unique characterisation of his own to distinguish him from, say, the Master.

Also, a quick word on the episode's name. They had a villain called The Dream Lord. How many great story-titles did this offer? "Captives Of The Dream Lord", "Day Of The Dream Lord" or even just "The Nightmare Of Death".

Instead, they called it Amy's Choice.

Eurghhh…

Despite two plots, the overall story is thinner than usual, but that's probably a good thoughtful direction for this sometimes breakneck show to go in.

Well, I say thoughtful. Faced with identifying a dream while having it, none of our three heroes really explore the concept of dreamscapes. There are things that are very difficult to do in dreams, such as reading quickly, running, or using a keyboard, but the only experiment carried out is when the Doctor moves his fingers quickly to try to spot any motion blur or pixelation.

Also, I tend to identify when I'm dreaming by checking my recent memory. For example, if I dream that I'm in New Zealand, then I check whether I can remember my flight over there. If I can't, then I know it's a dream. Sadly, with years having supposedly passed in Leadworth, nobody explores whether Rory's claimed new medical knowledge is sound, or what became of the crack in the universe all those years ago.

That may sound like a nit-pick, but for me the excitement of science-fiction lies in the question what if, and for that you have to explore the idea's ramifications.

This story however didn't really want to be science fiction, being far more concerned with concentrating on the characters' run-of-the-mill relationships with each other.

Probably an unwise idea in the script was to have one version of Amy pregnant. When she gambles that this scenario is not real and kills herself, along with her full-term unborn child, we're inevitably left with two worries:

1. What if she had been wrong?

2. Is this show about to plunge into making a statement about the abortion issue?

Fortunately neither of these two concerns came to fruition.

After four plot-hole ridden stories out of five this season, I was disappointed to find myself once more unwilling to trust that this tale would tie-up satisfactorily, however my fears were unfounded. It did. Whew.

The Doctor's vegetarianism seems to be remembered again (arguably ignored in The Eleventh Hour) while his inability to dream is forgotten, but he's a new Doctor, so he has new rules.

Speaking of which, one of this edition's strengths is its room to concentrate on the regular cast. Like Colin Baker, Matt Smith seems to be playing the Doctor differently each story, and for me he's already become one of the best things about this season.

I was also relieved to hopefully see the end of the uncomfortable Doctor / Amy / Rory triangle. I'll tolerate Amy and Rory having something going on, even though he clearly deserves better, but the Doctor has got to remain above such things. Love interests have a strong tendency to subtract from a lead character's potential instead of enhance it, and indeed it's been painful to see Amy and River doing just that in recent weeks.

The Doctor's appeal lies in his uniqueness - let's keep him that way.

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"Yours is bigger than mine."

"Let's not go there."


Yes, let's not.

We're almost half way through this series, and I'm finding myself repeatedly settling upon the adjective 'unfinished'.

I suppose a suitable synonym would be 'unpolished'.

The Vampires Of Venice checks the basic boxes of a regular Doctor Who outing but, I reckon, suffers from a disjointed narrative, uninteresting characters, and comedy that repeatedly falls flat.

Oh, and yet more zombies.


Doctor Who has always come with its faults, but it is quite disappointing to witness it tripping over on so many scores all within the same episode.

It's also set in Venice, a popular holiday destination that a great many viewers, myself included, will have visited, and therefore have trouble recognising in a show that has clearly not been filmed there.

Unwisest of all is this family show's descent into innuendo, which clogs-up the story, subtracts likability from the characters and erodes the old feel-good tone.

This is Doctor Who right enough, but it's a cold, cruel, heartbroken version in which even the main characters care little for trampling on poor Rory's feelings. Despite the Doctor's good intentions in taking Rory and Amy on a date to rebalance their relationship after he has inadvertently messed things up, he must know the damage that his constant jokes and rapport are causing.

The opening scene shows us the Doctor nonsensically entering Rory's stag-party through the stripogram's cake, instead of just using the door, and then proceeding to tell him in front of everyone that his fiancée has just cheated on him.

No.

The awkwardness of the characters in this scene was nothing to the awkwardness that I felt as a viewer. Surely this was the polar opposite of what the writers had intended.

The Doctor: "Funny how you can say something in your head and it sounds fine."

It's unfortunate that the author apparently imbued one of his characters with this wisdom, but didn't follow it himself.

There is a nice joke at one point when the Doctor flashes his psychic paper at someone, only to realise that he has accidentally produced his library card. This has a photo of the first Doctor on it, which would be a great nod, were it not for that time-honoured rule of comedy that the audience has to like you before they'll laugh with you.

In the circumstances, I just didn't feel like laughing. After all, there was a good chance that the next line might be a joke about William Hartnell's penis.

The plotting was disastrous too, with the Doctor breaking into the aliens' lair using his sonic screwdriver, only to a few scenes later rack his brains trying to device a complex way to break back in a second time. Not only does his earlier method elude him, but so does the notion of using the TARDIS, so he irresponsibly has Amy infiltrate the ranks ahead of him, despite the very high danger to her.

At another point the Doctor suddenly produces a huge rod-shaped battery-powered lightbulb from one of his pockets. This would have come in extremely useful against the Angels last week. I suppose that would be why he now carries it, but a line to excuse this was carelessly absent.

What makes this all such a shame is that the indie filmic style this week was a welcome change from the usual Hollywood feel that the show normally aims for. The scene in which the Doctor puts his hands over everyone's mouths while he thinks through the problem offered us a glimpse of what makes the eleventh Doctor so inspiring. But that's just it. I'm now in this show to watch him, and hoping for Amy to leave soon.

There were also a couple of nice design ideas, such as Guido wearing Rory's modern t-shirt when they swap outfits, and the old/new technology that the Doctor disables at the end, but these flashes of cleverness don't match the rest of this episode's confusion.

Victory Of The Daleks closed on the plot-development that Amy could not remember the Dalek invasion of Journey's End, but the following episode didn't open with the Doctor trying to follow-up on this.

Last week's episode Flesh And Stone finished with the Doctor quite concerned about the crack in the universe and Amy's connection to it, bundling her off into the TARDIS apparently to pursue the matter further, but this week again he seems to have forgotten the matter. Under the surface I think he's trying to restore Amy's life to the state that it was in before he took her away, but I need reassurance when the rest of his motivations are so hard to make sense of.

Tonight's episode finished with the Doctor and Rory noticing that the atmosphere around the TARDIS had very suddenly gone silent. I don't expect the next one to begin with him investigating this.

I'm sorry to sound so negative, but with neither substance nor style, this episode just didn't stand a chance.

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I was running to the shops today (my way of incorporating some keep fit into my schedule) when I realised that a retired lady on the pavement was trying to get my attention.

So I stopped in case she wanted directions or something, but she just said "I wish I could run as fast as you."

I floundered "Ah, well, that's very kind of you to say so," before running on, when of course I realised what a much more exact reply would have been.

"I'm running while I still can…"

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If reality TV ever made a member of the public famous through both exposure and actual hard work, then it's gotta be Hannah Hauxwell.

Having grown up on a cold north-English farm, and then lost her parents, Hannah spent the rest of her life sustaining the family business almost entirely alone, without even any help from running water or electricity.

By the time that Yorkshire Television filmed her for Too Long A Winter - a doco about farmers struggling to protect their livestock from the icy snow of 1973 - she was 46. When they returned twenty years later to film the follow-up programme A Winter Too Many… and found her still resolutely heaving freezing cattle around, she was 66. Well, that puts us all to shame.

As well as those two documentaries, this double-DVD also includes the six-part series Hannah Hauxwell: Innocent Abroad, which grants us the privilege of accompanying Hannah on her travels around Europe, as she spends her retirement finally taking a well-earned holiday.

Although these programmes do suffer from TV's insistence upon packaging real events by getting the people involved to dutifully act them out for the cameras, they can't overcome Hannah's constant humble integrity. Again and again she politely responds to the world outside her world with respect and interest, and one has to wonder why there aren't more series capturing something as simple and great as an ordinary holiday with nice people.

In these eight programmes, Hannah Hauxwell comes across as both an example and an inspiration, however who among us could possibly suppose that we could ever attain such dizzying heights of lifelong endurance? If anything she seems to equally - and unintentionally - highlight how weak and pampered we all are, not to mention what a great thing it is to be alive.

Available here.


Q. When is a spin-off not a spin-off?

A. When the original never tied-into itself anyway.

On the face of it, the live-action movie Ӕonflux is a ridiculous insult to the MTV cartoon series that inspired it. It ignores its source material's premise, characters and world, and dumbs the whole thing down into regulation Hollywood fluff. Even original series creator Peter Chung conceded that it was "a travesty", pointing out that that the lead character "…only thinks she is Aeon. Ms. Flux does not actually appear in the movie."

I have to admit, he's got a strong argument there.

And yet, I can't criticise a movie adaptation for changing so many elements - even to the point of respelling its own name into just one word - when its forerunner was so cavalier with these properties itself. Just how many episodes of the TV show featured Aeon dying?

This film may bare little resemblance to its predecessor, but that is ironically what makes it consistent.

I have a much bigger problem with its central premise that a person can live forever by making a clone of themselves. When that person dies, it's their copy that lives on, not them.

While this film does score points with me for being the easiest entry in the Ӕon archive to follow, its real triumph is in the casting. Both Charlize Theron and Marton Csokas look and sound very close to the original Aeon and Trevor respectively, making the transition across mediums an easier one than usual.

In such an exploratory world of ideas and concepts, this is one Hollywood abomination that accidentally works.


With thanks to Herschel.

Available here.

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Wherever pop-culture goes, you can bet your bottom-denari that Christianity will get there next.

In the late 1960s, apparently spotting a gap in the UK top twenty, record producer David Moses decided to plunder the church's best-known hymns to give them the trendy modern treatment.

The result was an LP that featured the 12 grooviest glorifications ever to redeem the evils of, as Reverend Lovejoy might put it, rock and/or roll.

It all sounds like a surefire recipe for hilarity, but here's the thing - this album packs so much conviction that it actually carries the whole thing off. Whether you dig hymns or not, this is a joy-filled trip back to the 1960s, with all its organs, drums, flutes and even psychedelic echoey sitars, if that's your scene, dad.

The roving track 8 - "to BEEE a Pil-Grim." - has an amazing organ outro that fades-out just far, far too early man.

Conversely track 9 - Immortal Invisible God Only Wise - is so twee as to sound like the animated theme to a TV sitcom from that decade.

"Thou reignest in glory;
Thou dwellest in light;
Thine angels adore thee,
All veiling their sight;
All laud we would render:
O help us to see
'Tis only the splendor of light hideth thee."


(Tonight, God convinces Moses to invest in a get-saved-quick scheme. But things go wrong when the entire country gets lost in the desert for 40 years… with hilarious consequences!)

Track 11 - O Worship The King - sounds like a fusion of the 5th Dimension's Up, Up And Away with the best kind of testcard music.

By the time I got to the final number - a particularly worthy rendition of Praise To The Lord - my brain was conjuring up monochrome 16mm images of Routemaster buses, Co-Op milk floats, and beaming synchronised dancers thrusting their arms forward and excitedly waggling their fingers.

Now, thank God, the ever joy-filled Trunk label has seen fit to re-issue this recording of heavenly blessings, complete with original sleeve notes and scans of the actual vinyl labels from the centre, just in case you should feel compelled to rotate them while listening. Heck, (I think that's the correct terminology) even the CD itself has been designed with a sincere love of the era:


If only more churches actually were this stuck in the past…

Track listing:

1. Harvest Home
2. Hills Of The North
3. 40 Days And 40 Nights
4. For All The Saints
5. All Things Bright And Beautiful
6. Bright The Vision That Delighted
7. Glorious Things Of Thee Are Spoken
8. He Who Would Valient Be
9. Immortal Invisible God Only Wise
10. O Jesus I Have Promised
11. O Worship The King
12. Praise To The Lord

Available to sample / download hereor on CD here.
(I recommend track 5)

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