I'm not a Whovian and am pretty much incapable of giving a fuck that the newest incarnation of Dr Who is to be played by a female actor, Jodie Whittaker. I personally think this is a rather interesting idea. Many die-hard Whovians do not, and have gone into melt down crying and blubbering over what just might be the fall of Western civilisation. I'm aware this is offensive stereotyping on my part but I envisage these naysayers as virginal fatboys who weigh a good ten kilos more than what a healthy weight should be. But yeah, I tend not to bother too much over the Time Lord (soon to be Lady), nor have I done since I saw an episode wherein the Jon Pertwee version was zapped by what I suspect was a Cyberman. This freaked me immensely. But to the outraged Whovians: if you can accept an alien that travels through time and space, and who is in possession of a binary vascular system, who can withstand a large degree of radiation, who has some telepathic ability, and whose cellular makeup allows it to regenerate into a complete new form after a potentially fatal incident; why can't the new form be female? Does this alien even have testosterone given it's, you know, an ALIEN?
So much bitching over the casting of an actor to play a fictional character. And then we have the story in the Daily Mail with a series of photographs of saucy roles Jodie Whittaker has played in the past. I get the feeling this stupid article is to punish her for having the audacity to tackle the role. Good ol' Daily Mail, keeping it classy (just like the boss-man Rupes would want).
Like I am not a Whovian, I am also not a royalist. I did find myself reading some twaddle about the Duchess of Cornwall being known as the Princess of Wales. The comments I read reeked of the type of outrage normally reserved for sacrilege of some religious artefact. 'There is only ONE Princess of Wales!' appears to be the theme. Look, peeps. Camilla is, by virtue of her marriage to Charles, the incumbent Princess of Wales. She's chosen not to be referred to as such, but she is the Princess of Wales. The Princes of Wales is the title bestowed upon the heir apparent to the reigning monarch. That's Prince Charles. The heir's missus then becomes known as the Princess. In this case, that's Camilla. The die-hard Diana fans, in the same zealous frenzy as the outraged Whovians, gnash their teeth and cry there will only ever be ONE Princess of Wales. I sit and role my eyes and think, 'Yeah, along with Catherine of Aragon, Augusta of Saxe-Gotha, Alexandria of Denmark, Mary of Teck, and a few others I can't be bothered thinking of...'
Life is what you make it. It certainly seems to be full of crazy people lately. I daresay I might be joining those ranks. I have been reading some notes, the author of which has the spelling level of a mildly advanced seven-year-old. This has annoyed me. And I have apparently annoyed the karmic gods. I must have. Three times in the past two days I have managed to step fair splat in a dog turd. How can this be? I cannot think of any bad deed I have perpetuated of late, yet I have stepped in dog shit three times in an obscenely short space of time. Count 'em: three! Arrrggghhhhhh!
Oh well. Kids are back at school, I hope I will have some more time to devote to the editing process of the upcoming novel 'Howling On A Concrete Moon'.
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