all shall love me and despair!
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hathycolTo sum things up in short terms: I am now President Colleen I, Cheetham of DocSoc.
*dances*
Yesterday was a very, very good day indeed. It started off with a terribly painful hangover, as I drank too much on Friday night, but as I sorted myself out, got dressd, and out I went to the DocSoc AGM. To cut a long story short, I rock and am now President of DocSoc, and am very pleased with the rest of the committee, as they are awesome people as also consist of people what I live with. Good fun all around, I think. We all made nervous speeches, once or twice had to exercise Democracy which was very scary (not for me, though - I was uncontested) and wore silly outfits, because Phil thought that was a good idea. This is, perhaps, something I will phase out. Ahem. There will probably be photos up at some point...
The old committe had also been Sneaky Wee Bastards. Or at least, I had. Feeling as though we should maybe be nice to Phil since he, er, set up the society and all, we clubbed together and bought him a going away present. To be precise, we bought him a Cyberman Voice Changer helmet. To our surprise, it did in fact actually fit a grown man!
After all that, I ran my first meeting rather nervously and things went well! Which surprised me. We had a veritable phethora of events happening in the next four weeks, beginning with The Three Doctors on Tuesday. It is a godawful episode, but, you know, it does have the quintessential DocSoc element of being so awful in places it's hysterical.
After all that, we went to Kirsty's flat, watched some of that Grease thing, cheered to discover that someone had actually won the football, and watched Gridlock. Oh my GOD.
Firstly, let's get what we all squeed about the most out of the way:
DAVID TENNANT HOLDING A KITTEN OH DEAR LORD A KITTEN I THINK MY OVARIES JUST EXPLODED AGAIN THINKING ABOUT IT.
Okay, time for a serious review. I loved that. There was a sort of awed hush at the first description of Gallifrey, and the wistful tone in the Doctor's voice was just... oh. The burnt sky, and the two suns, and the mountains... it was so lovely and so heart-breaking. I wasn't so happy with the part at the end, because it felt a little contrived, but I did like Martha's attitude to it, and the Doctor's reason for keeping Gallifrey schtum.
I got genuinely upset when the Face of Boe was dying. As did we all, actually. Poor old Boe.
Nurse Haim was lovely; I liked her idea of having to do penitence, and that she remained the last person in the upper city, all alone, serving out her 'time' so to speak, the city that condemned her being dead. And that she's more ruthless now, and will go and find the Doctor through what must have been an equally rubbish journey.
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amchau summed it up best - Lesbian car-spotters! That was a genuinely lovely moment, it really was. At least some things on New Earth are good...
The concept of the motorway was a scary one, and totally believeable. Having to take the M6 about three times a year is enough for me, thank you very much.
The Macra were... odd. As we were doing this during a DocSoc event, the usual suspects happily cried 'Troughton!' whilst other people made cheap jokes about Space Crabs. (Occasionally, they were the same person.) I don't think they brought that out enough - who is going to sort out the fact they have giant crabs in the city, for example? how long have they been there? - but it was a nice concept, and a nice nod.
I liked the odd 'alien' - the woman driving the car in the fast lane that warns Martha and co, things like that. It was a nice touch, as I sometimes think that Doctor Who doesn't have enough aliens that you can emphasise with as opposed to Scary Monster Aliens.
I just loved it, basically. I'm looking forward to next week. Sort of.
We all then went for a slightly awful meal in LittleJohns, although the company was very good; we did our usual over-share thing, ate too much food, and did a toast of 'DocSoc becoming more socially acceptable!' The restaurant was empty when we left and we were practically thrown out because of the hour. This did not deter us from going to the pub for a few hours, where we all consoled Phil as he clung on to his Cyberman helmet and wailed that it was like giving away his teenage daughter and I had to promise not to violate DocSoc.
I duly promised.
And then we came home, and now it is today. I have a frighteningly large pile of work to do that I am Not Thinking About, I've spent the last two hours sending out e-mails and stuff for DocSoc, and I haven't even got dressed yet. I think that is the next thing I will do. Maybe.
*dances*
Yesterday was a very, very good day indeed. It started off with a terribly painful hangover, as I drank too much on Friday night, but as I sorted myself out, got dressd, and out I went to the DocSoc AGM. To cut a long story short, I rock and am now President of DocSoc, and am very pleased with the rest of the committee, as they are awesome people as also consist of people what I live with. Good fun all around, I think. We all made nervous speeches, once or twice had to exercise Democracy which was very scary (not for me, though - I was uncontested) and wore silly outfits, because Phil thought that was a good idea. This is, perhaps, something I will phase out. Ahem. There will probably be photos up at some point...
The old committe had also been Sneaky Wee Bastards. Or at least, I had. Feeling as though we should maybe be nice to Phil since he, er, set up the society and all, we clubbed together and bought him a going away present. To be precise, we bought him a Cyberman Voice Changer helmet. To our surprise, it did in fact actually fit a grown man!
After all that, I ran my first meeting rather nervously and things went well! Which surprised me. We had a veritable phethora of events happening in the next four weeks, beginning with The Three Doctors on Tuesday. It is a godawful episode, but, you know, it does have the quintessential DocSoc element of being so awful in places it's hysterical.
After all that, we went to Kirsty's flat, watched some of that Grease thing, cheered to discover that someone had actually won the football, and watched Gridlock. Oh my GOD.
Firstly, let's get what we all squeed about the most out of the way:
DAVID TENNANT HOLDING A KITTEN OH DEAR LORD A KITTEN I THINK MY OVARIES JUST EXPLODED AGAIN THINKING ABOUT IT.
Okay, time for a serious review. I loved that. There was a sort of awed hush at the first description of Gallifrey, and the wistful tone in the Doctor's voice was just... oh. The burnt sky, and the two suns, and the mountains... it was so lovely and so heart-breaking. I wasn't so happy with the part at the end, because it felt a little contrived, but I did like Martha's attitude to it, and the Doctor's reason for keeping Gallifrey schtum.
I got genuinely upset when the Face of Boe was dying. As did we all, actually. Poor old Boe.
Nurse Haim was lovely; I liked her idea of having to do penitence, and that she remained the last person in the upper city, all alone, serving out her 'time' so to speak, the city that condemned her being dead. And that she's more ruthless now, and will go and find the Doctor through what must have been an equally rubbish journey.
I think
amchau summed it up best - Lesbian car-spotters! That was a genuinely lovely moment, it really was. At least some things on New Earth are good...The concept of the motorway was a scary one, and totally believeable. Having to take the M6 about three times a year is enough for me, thank you very much.
The Macra were... odd. As we were doing this during a DocSoc event, the usual suspects happily cried 'Troughton!' whilst other people made cheap jokes about Space Crabs. (Occasionally, they were the same person.) I don't think they brought that out enough - who is going to sort out the fact they have giant crabs in the city, for example? how long have they been there? - but it was a nice concept, and a nice nod.
I liked the odd 'alien' - the woman driving the car in the fast lane that warns Martha and co, things like that. It was a nice touch, as I sometimes think that Doctor Who doesn't have enough aliens that you can emphasise with as opposed to Scary Monster Aliens.
I just loved it, basically. I'm looking forward to next week. Sort of.
We all then went for a slightly awful meal in LittleJohns, although the company was very good; we did our usual over-share thing, ate too much food, and did a toast of 'DocSoc becoming more socially acceptable!' The restaurant was empty when we left and we were practically thrown out because of the hour. This did not deter us from going to the pub for a few hours, where we all consoled Phil as he clung on to his Cyberman helmet and wailed that it was like giving away his teenage daughter and I had to promise not to violate DocSoc.
I duly promised.
And then we came home, and now it is today. I have a frighteningly large pile of work to do that I am Not Thinking About, I've spent the last two hours sending out e-mails and stuff for DocSoc, and I haven't even got dressed yet. I think that is the next thing I will do. Maybe.
