Tag Archive: Fifth Doctor

A Midsummer-Night’s Schedule

Coming up on the Vortex… Friday Night Who on 7/27 features the fourth Doctor in “The Horns Of Nimon”

Our show that week #83 is a Nimon adversary archive, featuring our reviews of “The Horns Of Nimon” and Big Finish #30 “Seasons Of Fear”.

Starting in August the following week on FNW is fifth Doctor Peter Davison in “Time Flight”. 

TTV #84 will include our reviews of “Time Flight” and Big Finish #10 “Winter For The Adept”. 

Sixth Doctor Colin Baker returns to the FNW line up on 8/10 in “Timelash”.

Our reviews of the sixth Doctor adventures “Timelash”, and Big Finish #3 “Whispers Of Terror” make up our 85th episode of Traveling The Vortex.

And then in honor of Keith and Sarah’s wedding on the 18th of August, for our Friday Night Who the night before (8/17) we’ll watch Keith’s favorite episode, “Vincent And The Doctor”.

Keith will be gone on holiday–his honeymoon–the 19th through the 27th, so TTV #86 will just be Glenn and Shaun with a second set of Book Reviews: Glenn will review The Eight Doctors featuring the eighth Doctor by Terrance Dicks, while Shaun takes a stab at Amorality Tale by David Bishop featuring the third Doctor.

Beyond that we’re in a state of flux while we wait for an official start date for series seven (though we believe it to be on or about the 25th.)  We’ll play the next few weeks by ear until such time as a official release date comes down the pipe.

Episode 81 – The Croutons

Another episode hits the feed, this time we have a little fun with our review of the Second Doctor story, The Krotons. One of the final outings for Jamie, Zoe, and The Doctor, the Krotons was released in North America on DVD for the first time just this week.

Then a review of the Big Finish audio play The Land of the Dead, featuring the Fifth Doctor and Nyssa.

Also, San Diego Comic-Con was in the news this week with lot’s of Doctor Who presence throughout. A look at some of the panels that Team TARDIS members turned up on over the weekend.

And of course your feedback. Enjoy!

Links mentioned in this week’s show:

Sonic Screwdriver TV Remote
Comic-Con Goodness

Oh, and something mentioned to Shaun in the show was “It’s not for you!” This is where it comes from. WARNING – DOES CONTAIN ADULT THEMES AND STRONG LANGUAGE.
The Shag-A-Rant: It’s Not For You

Episode 76 – Siri, Why Won’t You Speak To Me?

A short one this week as we take a look at the six part The Keys of Marinus story featuring the First Doctor, Ian, Barbara, and Susan. Then we give the Fifth Doctor and Turlough a listen in the Big Finish audio drama, Phantasmagoria. And Keith gives a full review of the Playstation 3 game, Doctor Who: The Eternity Clock.

Also, some discussion about Shaun’s new dream job, and a certain publicity photo that was released this week by the BBC.

And of course, your feedback.

Enjoy!

Episode 70 – The Omega Factor

In this week’s episode we continue our look at Gallifrey’s baddies in our continuing overview of rouge Time Lords. This time it’s the co-creator of Time Lord society, Omega. We’ll first take an in-depth look at the Fifth Doctor story, Arc of Infinity, and then a review of the Big Finish Audio production of Omega.

Also, we get a tad off topic (what else is new?) and ponder a curious dichotomy in the Pooh-niverse. Plus, a peek at the news going on this week surrounding our favorite series.

And, of course, your feedback.

Enjoy!

Links mentioned in this week’s show:
Brits – Lawrence, KS
Dalek atop MIT

Episode 61 – Eternal Confusion

In this week’s episode we tackle the three stories contained in the Black Guardian Box Set. First a look at the Fifth Doctor story, Mawdryn Undead, featuring the return of everyone’s favorite Brigadier, and the introduction of Vislor Turlough as the newest companion. Next, more Fifth Doctor fun with the story Terminus. And finally to wrap it all up a review of fan favorite Enlightenment.

Also, a look at the week’s news…er lack of news today.

And of course, your feedback.

Enjoy!

Doctor Who Fiction: A Place Among The Stars

DOCTOR WHO: A Place Among The Stars
By Shaun Collins

On a quiet afternoon in a countryside cottage, he lay dying.The bedside monitor beeped, the breathing apparatus did its slow, rhythmic pump up and down, an IV line drip, drip, dripped its medicinal concoction, but still he lay dying.He’d come to accept the idea.He’d lived a long, full life—a good life, by all accounts—and now was growing accustomed to the idea of fading away.


Of course the cancer had other ideas.It was not about to let him go peacefully or quietly.It was in fact, eating him alive.He hated it. He’d spent his whole life putting on a brave front for the cameras, showcasing a “never say die” attitude.He’d fought and won against every kind of threat possible, but the cancer was different.


For starters, it was real.There was no writer standing by with a clever way out, no Beeb executive to step in with a dues-ex-machina.He was going to die, and it would not be fading away.It would be slow and agonizing and above all, undignified.


The man wanted to get up and walk, to clasp his hands behind his back and just pace, as he had so many times in the past, but in his weakened state, could barely shift the bed covers that felt as much like a restraining strap across his midsection as they did a comforting swaddling for his frail form.


A groaning wheeze filled the air, as familiar as it was foreign, sounding as though some great beast was forcing itself through a tear in the fabric of space and time.He instinctively reached for the remote, thinking someone had left the telly on for him.And while ordinarily that would have provided a decent distraction from the ineffective medicines, he couldn’t take the program.


Not that one.Not right now.


But the television set wasn’t on.He looked across to the room’s far corner and watched disbelieving as the familiar blue box took shape, the WHORP WHORP noise continuing until at last it solidified and turned real.The light on top stopped flashing, the materialization process completed.


The door opened and a young man stepped out of the TARDIS.He was dressed like a Oxford professor; brown tweed jacket, suspenders and red bow tie, though he was far too young to sell the look.He glanced around the room for a minute and his eyes settled on the hospital bed against the wall with its astonished patient.


“Ah, good, you’re here.Thought for a minute we’d missed you.”He glanced over his shoulder back into the box.“It’s alright, we’re here.”He spun back around and clasped his hands together.“How are you, my friend?No, wait, that’s a bad question.Don’t answer that.”


“Well of course it’s a bad question!Have you no sense of decorum at all dear boy?”A gruff voice called out, and an elderly man with white hair and a cane forced himself through the doors and into the room.“Just look at him, mmm!”


“I thought we agreed I’d be first to see him?”Came a new voice, and a short man with dark hair in a mop top pushed through.His check trousers and blue shirt made for quite a contrast with the others.He scowled at them as he came into the room, but brightened when he looked at the bed.“My dear Brigadier!What a pleasure to see you again.”


The man in the bed shook his head.“You, you can’t be here.You’re not real.”


“Not real?”Shouted the next man out of the TARDIS.He had curly blond hair and wore a Technicolor dream coat.“I expect we’re some sort of fever dream then?”


“Oy!Leave him alone.”Said a skinny man wearing glasses and a brown pin-striped suit.


“Yes, he’s been through quite a lot lately.”The next man said, a blonde wearing a cricket outfit and what looked like celery.


“This can’t be happening.”The man in the bed said.


A few of them started milling about the room, muttering to themselves about the state of the accommodations.A tall man wearing an incredibly long scarf flopped down on the bed next to him.He crossed his legs, threw his feet up on the bed and smiled a mouthful of teeth.“Well he doesn’t look any worse for the wear to me.”


“Amazing when you consider the medical technology of this time.”Said another with long flowing hair and a silver ascot, as he looked over the array of monitors next to the bed.“They almost killed me.”


“They did kill me.”Said a short man in a hat carrying an umbrella.“Or rather, they will kill me.Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart we presume?”


“Oh must we presume?”The man in the scarf asked.


“Of course we must!”Said the grandfatherly figure still standing by the TARDIS.


“I am not Lethbridge-Stewart.”Said the man in the bed forcefully.


They all stopped to look at him.


“Well of course you’re not.”Came a new voice.It belonged to the one in the crushed purple velvet suit and cape with a shock of white hair.“We know that, for heavens sake.But what else would we call you—” He smiled.“but `Brigadier’?”


The one in the mop top nodded enthusiastically.“You’ve no idea what we’ve had to go through just to get here.”


“The reality compensator is completely blown; take us a month to repair it.”Said another man wearing a black leather jacket as he stepped out of the TARDIS.“Oh, hello!”


“What do you mean; you came here to find me?”Asked the man in the bed.The Doctors—and really, that’s all he could think of them as—stopped and smiled in synch with each other.


“Regardless of our differences, young fellow, we hold you in high regard.Very high regard indeed.”Said the grandfatherly one.


“It’s been a while since I was a young fellow… Doctor.”The words sounded strange in his ears but felt right coming from his mouth.“But, I don’t understand.You’re fiction.”


“What is fiction, but words that describe an idea?”Asked the Doctor in purple velvet.


“And ideas are powerful things.”Chimed in the man wearing celery.


“Some ideas are so powerful; they take on a life of their own.”Agreed bow tie.


“And here we are.”Finished the mop topped Doctor.


There was a moment of silence then, as what the Doctors had said sunk in. “But why?Why now?”


“I think you know why.”Said the bow tie Doctor.“Come with us.”


“What?”


At that moment, a single gong rang out.It came from deep within the bowls of the TARDIS and reverberated throughout the room.The Doctors looked up at the sound of it. “The Cloister Bell.”Said the black leather jacket Doctor.“We haven’t much time.”


“We know what it means!”Cried out the grandfatherly Doctor.“Let’s see what we can do about it, hmmm?”He turned to the rest.“Don’t be long.”He moved back into the TARDIS with the other Doctor as the bell rang out again.


The Doctor in purple rubbed his hands together.“Yes well, this is it, Brigadier.You can come with us, or we can part ways.”


The man in the bed shook his head.“I can’t just leave, it’s impossible.”


“Impossible!”Shouted the Doctor in the scarf as he lept to his feet and stood on the bed.“Did he just say ‘impossible’?Just look around the room, Brigadier!We’re living proof of the impossible.”


The blonde Doctor with the cricket gear stepped forward.“Brigadier, a place among the stars has been prepared for you, but we mustn’t delay.”The Cloister Bell rang out again, emphasizing his words.


The bedridden man looked at the conglomeration of tubes and wires that linked the machinery to him.He looked at the Doctors, from one to the other.All faces he recognized, all men he knew.And if what they said was true about getting here, he knew he could be in no better hands.


He made up his mind. “All right, Doctors.I’m ready.”


The Doctor in purple grinned and nodded, the mop top Doctor was positively beaming.


“Allons y!”Shouted the skinny Doctor in the brown suit as he pulled his sonic screwdriver from his pocket and aimed it at the bedside equipment.Its high pitched hum filled the air, and then a shower of sparks flew from the monitors.The Doctor in the scarf jumped off the bed and along with the short Doctor with the umbrella, and the Doctor with the long flowing hair and ascot began to push the hospital bed across the room.The Doctor in the Technicolor coat swung open both sets of doors to the TARDIS as the Cloister Bell sang again.


“The fabric of reality is beginning to break down!”Shouted the Doctor in the cricket gear.


“Don’t worry”, said the Brigadier as the bed rolled over the threshold.“The writer will get us out of this.”


The Doctors shared another smile, and then closed up the doors.The TARDIS shuddered once, and began to dematerialize.The groaning noise started anew, the light on top flashed.The box became translucent, then transparent, and then the Brigadier got what he wanted:

He faded away. <>