Philip Sandifer at Tardis Eruditorium sent me scurrying to watch Mr Bowie on Top of the Pops. Those eyes, those lips, those hips, all mine again for three more minutes, with little Micky Ronson sidling into shot just like he sidled through the bedroom door that wet Sunday afternoon in David’s suite in the Dorchester, giving Bowie that same little smile. Those boys knew how to treat a woman.
Anyway, I’m a little late in posting a Doctor Who thread, but this week’s episode made me deliriously happy. A perfect 48 minutes of tight, finely imagined and intricate television which, as an added bonus, has the “Doctor Who was better when it was filmed in black and white and made sense and why don’t they write it the way I want them to?” brigade out in force in the geekier corners of the internet.
How has Steven Moffat ruined your life this week?
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