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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.
My Chemical Romance and Welcome To The Black Parade:
The Killers brought out their second album this year. It was called Sam's Town, and it wasn't bad at all. Much better, however, was this song from their previous album, Hot Fuss. It was a hit single in 2005, but I'm an idiot and forgot to post it yesterday. So you can have it today instead.
Five For Fighting and World:
The Fratellis with Chelsea Dagger:
And this, because *happy*:
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.
My Chemical Romance and Welcome To The Black Parade:
The Killers brought out their second album this year. It was called Sam's Town, and it wasn't bad at all. Much better, however, was this song from their previous album, Hot Fuss. It was a hit single in 2005, but I'm an idiot and forgot to post it yesterday. So you can have it today instead.
Five For Fighting and World:
The Fratellis with Chelsea Dagger:
And this, because *happy*:
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