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alexsarllI could just about follow the logic behind the scheduling of this year's Torchwood series; putting the five episodes across the five nights of next week to make an Event instead of just another series, and if people are out, well nowadays there's always iPlayer. I don't know whether it will work, you understand, but I can see why they think it might. What I don't get is then amping that up even further by having three radio Torchwoods too, and putting them on over the last three days of this week. Eight episodes over ten days is surely too much, and it doesn't help that the first one, 'Asylum', (all I've listened to so far) is utter nonsense. Jack is apparently now a slipshod racist and Ianto can quite happily do all the stuff Owen and Tosh used to do, so one wonders why they were ever needed in the first place. Gwen is still Gwen, ie annoying and wet, and all three of them can seemingly be overruled by PC Andy, who goes through about four different personalities in the course of 45 minutes, none of them remotely appealing. Oh, and contrary to what we may have seen over the course of previous episodes, apparently Torchwood has no experience of friendly dealings with non-threatening visitors from the Rift. No, really, WTF?
Still, if you want to listen to them (and yes, I know I'm going to persevere), remember that they'll start vanishing from next Wednesday.
Went to the Museum of London yesterday for the comedy, getting several blasts from my own past in the progress, but while I really enjoyed Milton Jones and Gavin Osborne, I was rather shocked by what's happened to Simon Munnery, from whose set I slunk away when he started talking about how much he loves his children. Until then there'd still been plenty of proof that this was still the warped genius behind Alan Parker: Urban Warrior and The League Against Tedium, even if he was maybe between flashes of inspiration right now - but just as songs about the artist's adorable children tend to suck, so does comedy. Except when it's about fooling them into eating cabbage, that bit was good.
Still, if you want to listen to them (and yes, I know I'm going to persevere), remember that they'll start vanishing from next Wednesday.
Went to the Museum of London yesterday for the comedy, getting several blasts from my own past in the progress, but while I really enjoyed Milton Jones and Gavin Osborne, I was rather shocked by what's happened to Simon Munnery, from whose set I slunk away when he started talking about how much he loves his children. Until then there'd still been plenty of proof that this was still the warped genius behind Alan Parker: Urban Warrior and The League Against Tedium, even if he was maybe between flashes of inspiration right now - but just as songs about the artist's adorable children tend to suck, so does comedy. Except when it's about fooling them into eating cabbage, that bit was good.
