In honour of John Barrowman's 50th birthday today (11th March, for those of you awkward enough to have drastically different timezones), here's an old favourite from days gone by:



JB is celebrating by launching a t-shirt highlighting trans issues in the States. Go John.
swordznsorcery: (jack)
( Jan. 16th, 2017 16:28)
[community profile] fandom_stocking fic for [personal profile] imamaryanne.

Fandoms: Torchwood and Harry Potter
Characters: Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper, Owen Harper, and Neville Longbottom
Gen, 1600 words

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How are we already in week #2? It's going to be 2018 before we've drawn breath at this rate. So far I'm not achieving a great deal. I started the new year by beginning to read The Brothers Karamazov, but that's ground to a resounding halt. Yeesh. There is a not a character I don't want to strangle (and I'd quite like to throttle Dostoevsky while I'm at it). I think I'll give it up for a bit, and try again later. My tenth anniversary rewatch of Torchwood was rather more successful, happily. I was pleased to find that I loved it just as much now as then, including the ones that I hadn't seen since their first showing. It looks quite hilariously cheap at times though. You can certainly tell that it was made in a hurry. Strictly speaking I should wait until this time next year for the tenth anniversary rewatch of season two, but I want to watch the James Marsters episode, so that ain't gonna happen.

In other still-old-but-newer-than-is-usual-for-me telly, I haven't watched any more Heroes since I last posted about it, because stuff always seems to get in the way. I must get back to it (preferably before Trump gets bored, and blows us all up come the summer). I think I've forgotten which episode I watched last though. Damn.

In non-fandom related stuffs... nope, sorry, that's all very boring. I ate a very nice banana this morning, if anybody's interested. Spent the weekend mainlining 1983 episodes of Top Of The Pops on the iPlayer. Peter Powell! Stupid clothes! Peter Powell in stupid clothes! Also Wham! and Spandau Ballet (more stupid clothes). Took the kitten to be spayed last week. She's now sporting a bald patch, although major surgery doesn't seem to have slowed her down any. (Technically she's not a kitten anymore, as she'll be two in May, but she has stunted growth due to a bad start in life, and also she's quite convinced she's still a kitten).

Figure A: Cats (this being the internet, you're probably familiar with the species).

The 2016 Fandom Meme, plus cats... )
So. Ten years ago today (it was a Sunday), the BBC aired the first episode of Torchwood. The first two episodes actually, as it was a double bill. Much of the country boggled at it, unsure quite what they'd just seen, but I fell in love. It was loud and fun and a bit ridiculous; okay, quite a lot ridiculous. It turned out to be just what I most wanted from my television though, and I couldn't let the tenth anniversary go by without some sort of celebration. A short story then, hopefully in the spirit of the fun, sensible-sci-fi-fan-annoying show that I fell in love with, ten years ago tonight. It's beneath the cut, and also at AO3.

Title: Persistence
Characters: Jack, Tosh, Gwen, Owen, Ianto and Myfanwy
Rating: G
Word Count: c.5500

Spoilers for season one. Set early in season two, but no spoilers for that.

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Some time today I plan to begin a rewatch. I haven't seen seasons one and two in years, so it will be something of a rediscovery.

Happy birthday, Torchwood!
swordznsorcery: (methos)
( Oct. 6th, 2016 21:42)
Earlier in the year, [personal profile] lost_spook posted a ficmeme using lines from poems as prompts of a sort. It looked interesting, but I had a lot on at the time. Then this morning I read that today is National Poetry Day. What better day to take out that old meme and dust it off? The rules are fairly straight forward. Write down five fandoms in alphabetical order. Go here. Note down the fifth line of whatever random poem you land on. Partner it with the first fandom in your list. Click refresh, and rinse and repeat for all five.

And good luck if, like me, you have a mild allergy to Emily Dickinson.

Five poems, five ficlets, five fandoms )
swordznsorcery: (whitecollar)
( Dec. 29th, 2015 21:36)
I moved house in 2012. Theoretically a simple enough procedure, but it turned into a comedy of errors so far as my internet connection was concerned. I can't blame my ISP, which seemed to be doing its best, but BT were a nightmare. I don't think it can actually have been sixteen years before I was reconnected, but it certainly felt like it. I spent the offline time intending to accomplish something useful, but in reality doing some extensive moping, and quite possibly squeaking every time I looked at my computer. Oh, and I rewatched Blake's 7, which seemed like a worthwhile use of my time. And wrote a Torchwood/Rentaghost crossover, which isn't really a worthwhile use of anybody's time, but whatever.

Beyond that, pass. When I started this, I thought that these would be the easy years, but they're not. I know a few things, obviously - Arab Spring, ISIS, David Cameron and Ian Duncan Smith being dicks, etc, but for the most part recent history is a mystery to me. I'm sure something must have happened somewhere in 2012. There was Hurricane Sandy of course, which caused some nasty damage along the Jersey Shore, but I have to confess to mostly knowing about that because of E Street fandom. Staying up until stupid o'clock to watch the benefit concert, because the E Street Band and the Who were playing, along with quite a lot of modern acts that I couldn't pick out of a line up, and frankly wouldn't want to. Otherwise, apparently I was looking the other way.

The Avengers! That happened this year. We had to call it Avengers Assemble here, in case Britain saw Robert Downey Jr in a bright red metal suit, and thought that he was Patrick Macnee. Which presumably makes Mark Ruffalo Diana Rigg? Anyway, it was fab, and everything blew up. On the smaller screen there was Ringer, briefly. On paper it looked wonderful - Richard Alpert, Mr Fantastic and Buffy the Vampire Slayer teaming up. With evil doubles! But it was another of those twenty-two episode shows that didn't get good until halfway in, when everybody else had stopped watching. So it went away again.

Musicwise the year was better. Springsteen brought out Wrecking Ball, and embarked on a two year long world tour with the E Street Band. Two years! Of obsessively stalking them on YouTube, and cheerfully filling my hard drive with music. That was a great tour, and a nice tribute to Clarence and Danny. It's horrible when your fandoms start losing people. Familiar, for those of us who aren't so into the new stuff, but still horrible. Which brings me to the Monkees, I suppose - and also to marine biology. Specifically to Mike deGruy, a hero of mine since I was a teenager. A whirlwind of enthusiasm for sharks and cephalopods, who died this year. No fair, universe. He was on your side.

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swordznsorcery: (e street)
( Dec. 28th, 2015 20:42)
The rioting year. Still not sure what happened there, but Britain seemed to go collectively mad this summer. I remember it primarily as the year when Clarence Clemons died, so I spent the summer mainlining E Street bootlegs - which make a pretty good soundtrack, it turns out, for a summer filled with rioting. Not that I was near any rioting, I hasten to add. At that point I was still living up a hill in the middle of nowhere, and aside from some slightly pissed off squirrels, when the dog chased them, things remained largely calm. London went nuts though. It was very strange. I can understand dissatisfaction, especially with the way that the economy is these days, but in Britain people tend to show their dissatisfaction by quiet muttering. Or, if they're really annoyed, by not voting in elections, just in case that might prove something. Rioting is quite new.

Tellywise, this was the year when Torchwood came back, all Americaned up. I didn't mind that - change is good - but I did mind the five episodes worth of story being spun out over ten weeks, with a nonsensical ending tacked on. Ah well. It's all in the past now. It was also the year of The Cape, a terrific fun superhero show that I only discovered long after it was already axed. Poor little show. Another to add to the list of programmes that deserved much better. Likewise Zen, a police drama starring Rufus Sewell that the BBC debuted this year, only to axe after three episodes. Viewing figures were great, critical feedback was excellent, but there was a change at the top in the drama department. There's always something, isn't there!

Musically, this was the year of Adele, who seemed to sell about fifty billion records for no conceivable reason. Not that she's bad, but I really don't see what all the fuss is about.

Elsewhere, it was the year when Nicholas Courtney died. Dear old Brig - he was supposed to go on forever! It was also the year when Jimmy Savile died. Boy did that ever open up a can of worms. To begin with, everybody wondered why his will stipulated that his coffin should be buried in a huge chunk of concrete. Then we found out. Sorry, Brig. You really didn't deserve to be in the same sentence as him.

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swordznsorcery: (Default)
( Dec. 26th, 2015 19:39)
2009 was the year that bit back. It seemed as though just about everybody in my family got diagnosed with something horrible this year. Happily, for the most part it went okay, but blimey, 2009. What did we ever to do you?!

Elsewhere, it was the year of Children Of Earth, the Torchwood mini series that broke the fandom. Some loved it, some hated it, some were baffled at how completely it reimagined everything. I think it's great, but it's so far removed from the first two series that I have trouble seeing it as the same show. It was also the year when White Collar started, hurrah! I do love that show. I probably didn't see it until early 2010 though. I know I had several episodes to catch up on anyway.

FlashForward also happened this year. And then stopped abruptly. It was one of those shows with a lot of promise, but a production staff who clearly didn't know what to do with a twenty-two episode season. Nothing happened for weeks, half the audience stopped watching, it picked up, but too late. A shame, as I should dearly have loved to see where it was all going! Another one to add to the list of sci-fi shows that got bashed over the head by the networks. It wasn't alone. This was also the year when the BBC aired Paradox, a wonderful show starring Emun Elliott and Tamzin Outhwaite as a scientist and a detective investigating weirdness from outer space. Outer Space!! I rewatched it only recently, and it turned out to be even better than I remembered, annoyingly. Why can't they let me choose which shows to axe and which to save?!

Talking of ending, this year also saw the final episode of Late Night With Conan O'Brien, the chat show/Pythonesque comedy series that had been a hit for NBC since 1993. I only watched it for Max Weinberg, but it was a lot of fun over the years. I still rather miss it. Still, sixteen years is a good run for any show.

Some good films at the cinema this year. None of which I saw this year, or in the cinema, but whatever. The Hangover, which I love (and didn't see until around 2012), Sherlock Holmes (the RDJ/Jude Law version), which I think I also saw in around 2012, and The Brothers Bloom, which nobody saw in 2009. Which is a shame as it's extremely good, and I recommend it highly. So yes. Not so much "cinema in 2009", as "on DVD just the other day", but never mind.

Oh, and politics, world events, things that make me look brainy, etc, etc. Yeah.

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swordznsorcery: (jack)
( Dec. 23rd, 2015 20:29)
Just as 2005 was the Doctor Who entry, 2006 was always going to be the Torchwood one. I've heard all the arguments about why I shouldn't like the show, mostly centered around the Cyberwoman in high heels and a metal bikini, but I'm sorry, I just don't care. She may have been dressed in ridiculous clothing, but she had a fight with a Pteranodon. Just review that sentence, people. A cyborg in a duel with a Pteranodon. That lives in the roof of a secret underground lair. With an invisible lift. Some time in 2005, somebody poked around inside my head, and found all the things that I most wanted in a TV series, even if I didn't know it. Then they made it. And I know it's mad, and rushed, and sometimes badly put together, but at the same time, everything about it makes my brain squeak with happiness. And so I don't care that the hardcore sci-fi fans are still complaining because it wasn't Nu-Battlestar Galactica set in Wales. I don't care if everybody else thinks that it's silly. 2006 gave me Torchwood. I like 2006.

I probably shouldn't do, all things considered. I was made redundant this year (as it turns out, being made redundant is my great talent in life. We all have one, supposedly, and it's nice to know mine). And I can't say for certain whether it was a great year or not in any other regard, because - guess what! - I don't remember much about it. Except for Myfanwy the Pteranodon in her secret underground headquarters beneath Cardiff. Saving the universe with Captain Jack Harkness. Sorry. It's just so much fun typing some of that stuff. It's whole sentences that you just never get to write at any other time. I do know that Saddam Hussein was executed this year. I can't imagine anybody mourned him, but I'm still not sure if we killed him because he wasn't very nice, or if it's because we fancied his oil. And I wish I was a little more certain that it wasn't just the latter. There were probably some films at the cinema. There were some records, but most of them weren't very good.

Alongside Torchwood (did I mention that that started this year?), the Beeb also debuted Robin Hood and Hotel Babylon. The former... was not good. It could be at times, particularly in series two, but much of series one was dull and colourless nonsense. Whoever was playing Robin (I do know his name, I'm sure of it) was horribly miscast, although Patrick Troughton's grandson Sam was rather good as Much. Richard Armitage was terrific as Guy of Gisburne, and once the writers realised that we all much preferred him over Robin, things picked up nicely, for a while at least. But oh, the missed opportunities. And then Hotel Babylon was hilarious. I watched it largely for Martin Marquez, an actor who once spent the best part of three years stalking me across the UK (almost literally - he was in rep theatre, and when I was going to and from university in the nineties, he always seemed to be appearing in something just down the road). I knew the name from The Bill, so it stood out on the flyers. I've been stupidly fond of him ever since.

Oh, but Torchwood. *brain in happy place* Series two was all polished up and homogenised, but still good. Series three was terrific, but a different show entirely. Series four is best forgotten. But series one! With time-travelling aeroplanes, psychotic faeries, Captain Jack dancing with Captain Jack on a 1941 dancefloor - and, yes, a ridiculous Cyberwoman. Fighting a Pteranodon! That was 2006. Huzzah.

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I am a bad, bad fan. I'd been planning all year to do something when the 21st May ticked around, but everything's been so crazy lately that I forgot. And now it's been and gone, and I am so, so sorry, Jack. Believe it or not (sometimes it seems like it, sometimes it definitely doesn't), the 21st was the tenth anniversary of the first screening of "The Empty Child" - the tenth anniversary of the day that Captain Jack Harkness made his debut. I have never really been happy with New Who, I admit. It usually pleases me well enough whilst it's on, but once it's over I rarely rewatch it, and don't often remember what it was about. I didn't really like the Ninth Doctor; I hated the Tenth, and came to hate Rose too in his company; I couldn't stand Donna Noble; and John Simms' Master was worse than the whole lot of them combined. And then some. But Jack... Doctors aside, Jack's the best thing to happen to the show since Ian and Barbara. And I'm sorry that I didn't celebrate your anniversary properly, Jack. It's nothing personal. As a consolation prize, here's my favourite Jack fanvid, from years ago, by somebody named Senmurv. I love it.


So happy tenth, Captain Jack. I miss you and your swishy coat, and your smile and your indiscriminate flirting. You know, ten years on, and swashbuckling gay/bi/othersexual heroes are still in pretty short supply - basically there's still just Jack, and that's more than a little bit rubbish. He's getting lonely, television. Isn't it time that we gave him a friend?
swordznsorcery: (methos)
( Aug. 31st, 2014 21:09)
I have been watching new television! It wasn't at all crackly or old. These things always take time to get used to. Anyway, I posted a trailer a while ago for a new, upcoming series called Forever, starring Ioan Gruffudd as a naked, immortal murder detective. Quite the most gloriously silly premise that television has ever come up with. Why they're calling it Forever, I have no idea. Surely Naked, Immortal Murder Detectives! would be a much better title? But anyhow, ABC put episode one up on the internet, a month prior to its TV debut, so I watched it over the weekend. I'm happy to report that it's just as daft as the premise would suggest, although in all the right ways. Clearly it knows that it's completely ridiculous. I hope it does well, as I would like to see a full season, even if a second one is probably highly unlikely. No spoilers, but Gruffudd plays a bloke who discovered two hundred years ago that he can't die, and has spent his time since then learning languages, studying death, and attempting not to fall in love with inconveniently mortal women. Along the way he's picked up Judd Hirsch, a war orphan who he's raised as a son (and who is now much older than him); and has also acquired an in-depth familiarity with all the many ways there are of killing people. He seems to find his own death quite entertaining. Well, perhaps one would.

Obligatory "woe is me, for immortality is such a curse" nonsense. Yes, it probably is, but that phrase does get awfully boring when you've heard it a billion times; and any fan of Highlander/Torchwood/any other show that features immortality has heard it at least that often. It would be nice to have a happy immortal for a change. Somebody other than Methos, that is, since even he gets broody about it on occasion. There's Kronos, I suppose, but Duncan sodding MacLeod beheaded him, so he probably doesn't count, and sorry, distracted. But once you've got past the brooding, this is ridiculously entertaining. And, yes, silly. A man dies - with frightening regularity - and instantly pops up again in the nearest large body of water, completely naked. In between deaths he solves murders, because why not? Some niggles here and there. Concentration camps didn't tattoo babies, they just killed them, so trying to pass Judd Hirsch off as a tattooed baby rescued from a concentration camp at the end of World War Two is just a little bizarre. Nice nod to the original Highlander movie there though. Connor MacLeod also lived with a war orphan he'd raised, who eventually grew older than him. So I quite like that. Also the obligatory lady cop is pretty generic, but then I suppose it has only been one episode. And perhaps one should feel sorry for her, since she can never hope to be prettier than he is? Very promising arc plot. Not sure about the occasional narration, but it's done with a spring in its step and adds to the general air of fun, so maybe it will work, and what the hell am I grumbling about? Naked, immortal murder detectives! Who can consider that premise and fail to smile?! I like this show, at least on the basis of one episode. It's nonsense, but honestly, who the hell cares.


Ioan Gruffudd as Henry Morgan. The only thing more entertaining than your own (alarmingly frequent) horrific death is being arrested afterwards for indecent exposure.

So there's your recommendation for new TV to look out for. It won't change your life, but it ought to make you smile. Good enough, some might say?
TV meme, shamelessly nicked from several people on my f-list. Behind a cut, because it's me, and I can't not waffle.

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swordznsorcery: (paradox)
( Feb. 14th, 2014 18:49)
Okay, so back in November (ish) [livejournal.com profile] sabethea made a post discussing a particular list of "One Hundred Books You Must Read", and asking for other people to make their own recommendations on a similar theme. I had intended to have a go at answering the question at the time, but there was [community profile] fandom_stocking, and [livejournal.com profile] dw_50ficathon, and some stuff involving actual real people too, believe it or not. But here now, belatedly, is a book post. There aren't one hundred recommendations, although I might just about be able to squeak that if pressed. Due to reasons of space, most of my books are packed away just at the moment though, so I have nothing to refer back to, which complicates things. Neither is this is a list of "Books You Must Read", because that sort of thing is clearly nonsense. Instead it's a jumbled and probably incomplete list of books that I've especially enjoyed, or that have made, at some point, a particular impression. Not such a snappy title, I know, but a far less obviously inaccurate one.

Books... and quite a lot of rambling, sorry. )
From The Crow Road to Children Of Earth, then, which as it turns out is a very natural shift. Something of a contraversial serial amongst Torchwood fans, this one, and I know there's a good argument that it's derivative, but nonetheless there's a lot to recommend it. It's got a bloody good cast, for one thing. Our new Doctor is oiliness personified as ever-so-slightly-creepy civil servant John Frobisher. Nicholas Farrell is brilliant as the spectacularly contemptible UK Prime Minister. Susan Brown, as Frobisher's right arm, bristles with cold efficiency and determination, ready to do whatever's necessary at a moment's notice. All in all, it's a hell of a fine series. Still not entirely sure that it's what I want from Torchwood, though. Good it most certainly is. The show that I fell in love with, it most certainly isn't.

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The end of 1996 was The Season Of Peter Capaldi. It began with Neverwhere, which ran for five weeks, and then almost immediately after that, for another four, there was The Crow Road. It looked like he was taking over the world, but instead he vanished from my radar, and I didn't really see him again until Torchwood. Odd, because The Crow Road is the sort of television that ought to put people on maps. It's utterly brilliant in every possible way, and since Capaldi's the new Doctor, this seemed like a good excuse for hauling it out for a rewatch.

I've been thinking about watching it again for some while, but somehow never got around to it. This year has seen the death of writer Iain Banks though, as well as the announcement of Capaldi as Doctor #12, so there really is no time like the present. Hadn't seen it since it came out on DVD back in the Middle Ages sometime (2004). And ouch, I just realised that that's nine years ago now. We had DVDs that long ago? We had colour television that long ago? Apparently.

Anyway. The Crow Road is about a family. The narrator is Prentice (Joseph McFadden) a student with an annoyingly talented, better looking older brother, and an uncle who has been missing for seven years. Alternately baffled by life and tripped over by it, Prentice sets out to discover what happened to his uncle, whilst negotiating the older brother pitfalls and assorted family tragedies. The book that it's based on is beautifully written, funny sometimes and bleak sometimes, and twisted in a very Banksian way. Although adaptations for television don't always work too well, this one does. In fact it's damned close to perfect, in casting, in visuals and in tone. As the missing Uncle Rory, Peter Capaldi drifts in and out of the story, half wise-cracking favourite uncle, and half tragic willo-the-wisp. Inevitably (it aired on BBC2, the channel that 70% of the country never bothers to watch), hardly anybody saw it back in '96, which is a damned shame. Watch it today. Along with Neverwhere and Torchwood, it's the best way to meet your new Doctor. Actually it's a better way than either of them, as he's a git in Torchwood, and Neverwhere does rather emphasise the annoying point that he's not Paterson Joseph. Although he is very good in both.

But yes, The Crow Road. Watch it. It has Bill Paterson being grumpy, it has Dougray Scott being very young, it has Sean Biggerstaff being even younger. More importantly, it's probably the best television that you'll watch this year. Then read the book, too. That doesn't have any of the above in it, but it's still very good. And Iain Banks seemed like a nice bloke, so it's only fair to highlight the fact that he was rather a talented one as well. I must get around to reading more of his stuff. If I manage to find a book even half as good as The Crow Road it will be more than worth the effort.
Day twenty-five, a show that you plan on watching (old or new). I was struggling a bit with this, until somebody pointed out to me earlier that Network DVD are currently having a sale, so I bought a serial that I've been thinking about getting for some time. It's called The Tyrant King, and it's a children's adventure serial from 1968, with a very contemporary soundtrack and a vaguely psychedelic look to it. It's been recommended to me a few times here and there, and Network were kind enough to lower the price to £5 today. So it's now on its way, and I will watch it at some point in the not too distant future. Probably, if I remember. It has a very funky cover, look:



Also it stars Murray Melvin, who Torchwood fans will remember as Bilis Manger, the mysterious, demon-summoning caretaker from the two episodes at the end of season one. Which is good. I liked Bilis, and have always thought it a shame that he never came back. Anyway, that's a show that I plan on watching. It's old rather than new (big surprise), but that new SHIELD series starts in the autumn, and I'll be giving that a go. So there's that. I have no idea when it will be, but probably October? Or September. Or something with a "ber" in it, anyway.

(I looked it up. Apparently it's September 24th).
Day nineteen, the best TV show cast. Oh, yikes. Have you any idea how much TV I have watched in my life, meme? How much television I remain ridiculously attached to? Or television to which I remain ridiculously attached, if you want it in proper grammar. And yet you keep asking me to not only remember it all, but also to choose between it, and I'm not sure that that was a proper sentence. Choices, choices. The first cast of M*A*S*H? Or how about Robin Of Sherwood? Or original Torchwood, or season three Blake's 7? (I like Glynis Barber a lot, but the poor woman is so easily overlooked in season four, that I can't really rate Soolin above Cally). And then there's Between The Lines (and indeed Drop The Dead Donkey, just to stay on a Neil Pearson theme). Cardiac Arrest? Quantum Leap? How about every TV show in my tags list, with the obvious exception of Invasion: Earth?

If I behave and narrow it down - or if I just stop thinking, which is probably easier - I can get it down to two. Babylon 5, (from season two onward, as Sheridan trumps Sinclair), and The West Wing. And it's a difficult choice, so I'm not going to make it. Instead I'm going to avoid the issue entirely and, in a vain attempt to prove that I do watch modern stuff occasionally, I'm going instead with True Blood. The show is a pale shadow of its former self, but the cast has never put a foot wrong. It's a big, varied, interesting cast, and it currently includes Rutger Hauer, which says it all. Or it included him until this week. I'm hoping they're bringing him back, because Rutger Hauer. And four episodes is emphatically Not Enough. Because Rutger Hauer!

Anyway, that was day nineteen.

And this is Rutger Hauer being king of the fairies. Why doesn't more television have Rutger Hauer in it? I might watch more of it then.

Day nine, the best scene ever. Oh good grief... Meme, you are trying to drive me insane. I couldn't even choose one programme, let alone one scene. I did think maybe something from Babylon 5 or The West Wing, but you try narrowing it down to one bit of either of them. And then there's Buffy and Angel, both of which I love dearly. They both manage to combine comedy and drama in a way that I can't help but admire. But greatest? And then I thought about that fantastic scene between the two Jacks in the Torchwood episode "Captain Jack Harkness". The whole episode builds to it, and it's beautifully judged. But there again, the best scene ever? This is an insane question. So I'll fudge it, and go with one that made me ridiculously happy.

Back in 2005, I hadn't really been enjoying the new Doctor Who. I hadn't bonded with the new Doctor, and I'd found most of the writing to be too childish. But for months (probably nearly a year), Doctor Who Magazine had been muttering about a new guy. Nobody knew how many episodes he was going to be in; not at first. All we really had to begin with was one line: "A time-travelling Han Solo". And then, later, "a bisexual conman". Later on still, "bisexual" became "omnisexual", and several large chunks of the internet exploded, as angry conservatives flew into an endless rage about gay things being allowed in their programme. It was pretty crazy - and for a lot of reasons, I became very attached to Captain Jack long before he ever appeared. And then, scant weeks later, a bloody Dalek went and shot him. Time, pretty much literally, stopped. It actually can - that's a real thing. And yes, okay, he got an awesome, heroic death, and he went down fighting, but still. The bloody Daleks shot Jack! And then Rose did a weird thing, and there was shiny lighting and annoying music, and if I'd known how often we were going to be given that as a plot device in the years to come, I probably wouldn't have enjoyed it nearly so much. But it brought Jack back. And, yes, the Doctor was a bastard and ran off and left him, and poor old Jack, for all his immortality making him even more awesome, has never been written anything like so well since. But still. He came back! I have rarely been happier watching TV.

So there you go. It's not the best scene ever, but it's one that I very much appreciated. And it was either that or Richard Hammond playing conkers with cars on Top Gear. Yes, I know. But that's the good thing about having a very small brain. It's easily happied.
Day four, your favourite show ever. Okay, that's just absurd. One show? Do you have any idea how many there are to choose from? There are about twenty candidates without even thinking, and if I chose one, I'd only regret it ten minutes later. I could take the easy route, and say The A-Team, but the next time I look at Buffy The Vampire Slayer or Angel on their shelf, or watch The West Wing, or think of my beloved Torchwood, I'd wonder if I'd made the wrong decision. My favourite TV show is whatever show I happen to put on, when I feel like I want to watch something good. Which is a hopelessly unhelpful answer, I know, but the only one you're getting.

I'm beginning to think that I might not be terribly good at this meme.
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