Black Guardian Trilogy.  More gingery minxing than has ever before been seen on dvd.  I have waited for 2Entertain to give us a shiny boxset forever and ever, and now they have, and... yay?

OK, so I'm being a shite fangirl and haven't watched any of the shiny extra bits and bobs yet (anyone seen the new-effects version of Enlightenment?  Cos frankly if it's anything like what they did to The Five Doctors, they can bugger off), but I have done the commentaries and can safely conclude that they are, erm, a bit dull.  Sorry.  However, there is a traditional solution to Who going a Bit Boring. 

( Yes, kids: it's the Black Guardian Trilogy Commentary Drinking Game! )

Apparently today is Unofficial Turlough Day.  Rejoice!

In celebration of Big Finish's announcement that Mark Strickson will be reprising his role as the one and only Turlough in a Companion Chronicle come November, and because silly_cleo  foolishly asked me to persuade her to like him, I bring you a collection of pimpy things.  (Most of them are old and contain broken links, but they also have shiny pictures of His Gingerness.  Kneel before him, or he will hit you with a rock.)

loves_them_all 's Companion Posting Month: Pimp My Schoolboy (apologies for the dead Youtubes: first and last seem ok, though)

The Five/Turlough Ship Manifesto

who_otp 's Rare Ships Month:
Five/Turlough
Tegan/Turlough: Part 1 | Part 2
Sarah/Turlough

And for those in need of bonus picspam: The Mighty Penis of Trion
(ETA: POOOOOOOOOOOOOORN!)

(Anyone up for scheduling a Black Guardian rewatch over at gingerminx ?  Might tie in with your cunning plan, doyle_sb4 ?)

Once upon a time, before John Nettles played a policeman investigating ridiculously unlikely crime amongst the posh people of Midsomer, he played a policeman investigating ridiculously unlikely crime amongst the posh people of Jersey in Bergerac. Like Shoestring only shit, Jim Bergerac's claim to fame was his massive nose and extraordinary poetic skills ability to make a map of Jersey mutate into his own name once a week. How the criminals cowered!

As if shagging Leela every week weren't enough to assert his Whovian cred, old Jim met up with a certain ginger gentleman in 4.04, 'Low Profile'. In the interests of skience I have tracked it down...

( swimming again, Turlough? )

Bergerac being the Casualty of its day, the rest of the Whoniverse of course receives excellent representation.

( isn't that the bloke from... )

Now wasn't that educational?

Last night I had a dream about Mark Strickson, in which he co-presented a segment of 'This Morning' with Eamonn Holmes. About spacehoppers. And halfway through, shortly after Eamonn had commented that he hadn't changed a bit and had quite nice cheekbones, Stricko mutated into Harry Enfield's 'Kevin the Teenager', complete with dubious 1992-esque dayglo hoodie.

My subconscious is just rubbish. Finally a dream Stricko comes to visit, and is there exciting bondage and naughty ginger fun? No. There's daytime telly and some zits.

(Eamonn was right about the cheekbones, mind.)

In other thrilling news:

* BF audio Omega = work of genius. Consume at earliest opportunity. It will make your head go pop.

* Kinda = really much worse than I remember. The eerie Tegan mindmelt stuff is fantastic, and Hindle is brilliantly nuts (once one bypasses the 'but you are DCI Jack Meadows, wtf?' business), and I quite like the pith helmets. But Adrian Mills in a beach towel is too troubling, what with him being a crazy tribal bloke, and not a git in a suit reading out letters from Mrs Biddulph in Kettering who sent us this photograph of an amusingly shaped vegetable. (Warning: this reference is for Old People only. Youth Of Today, stand well back.)

* All Creatures Great and Small is more wonderful than anything else in the whole wide world. Not least the one where Tristan goes off to shag some nurses do his exams in Edinburgh and gets replaced by Richard Carmody, who turns out to be none other than spooky Marriner from Enlightenment. Michael Sheard's in it as well for full Who crossoverness. And James falls in poo. You can't ask for more than that.

* Peanut butter on crumpets is a meal, right?

( good: small old spoiler-type thing for Cybermen episodes )

( bad: ginger spinoff from hell )

( ugly: I have The Fear about School Reunion now )

Sigh. I seem to not be feeling the love for the noo who. I liked Tooth & Claw while I was watching it too: it's the thinking about it afterwards that does it. Because, er, dead people? Not funny, Doctor.

Adric's bedroom was a nice innocent place. Poster of space. Books. Eighties mesh chair that my friend Simon had. A perfectly acceptable place for a young Alzarian to curl up on a blanket and think about Maths.

( mmmhomework )

Turlough's approach to suitable bedroom furniture appears to have been slightly different.

( omg bed of porn )

In other news, I have been watching Doctor Who: Lust in Space, aka Mark Strickson Presents Something That Will Make Your Brain Hurt. My fandom is on very hard drugs. John Nathan-Turner making jokes about toast! Nicholas Courtney perving on Katy Manning! Some hats that don't fit properly! Plus a photomontage of b&w images of the Turlough/Peri bikini rescue, set to moving music. Stricko manages, when discussing Tegan, to declare 'She arrived in a school uniform, and ended up in a boob tube!' Freudian slip, darling?

Who cares how batshit it is? It has Stricko being snide in it! Hurrah!

Oh, and I was watching Gaudy Night (the Edward Petherbridge/Harriet Walter one) after discovering that my friend had never heard of Dorthy L. Sayers (I know, I know), and it took me two whole episodes to notice it has Liz Shaw in it. In my defence, Miss Hillyard is being played by Robert Hardy in a wig, which was distracting.

But I'm now having the worrying thought that in my brain, a little bit, Fivey = Lord Peter. Which is just wrong.

Now, we're all aware (one hopes) of Turlough's pole.

( mmm, pole )

So it was only a matter of time before Tegan realised she needed a pole to fondle too.

( mmm, pole #2 )

I should add that the moving images are far more dodgy-looking than mere screencaps can convey. *must make animated icon of Turlough's pole, yes*

Turlough's given up mascara and slapped on the eyeliner instead (not to mention suffering at the hands of JNT's hair-dye crusade - what, was he not ginger enough?).

( Tarty Turlough )

And the Doctor abandons him in full tart mode in a roomful of sailors. Luckily, our boy seems to quite enjoy all the attention.

( More Gay Hats )

Fivey/Tarty = immense levels of cuteness, however.

( Couldn't Tegan have stayed on Terminus too? )

I am quite in love with this story. But I haven't got to Lynda Baron eating the scenery yet, so it may pall.

Terminus, episode 1.

TURLOUGH IS WEARING MASCARA.

*dies*

( Mascara Turlough! )

( Not that Tegan's exactly slacking off )

( And this bloke got lost en route to his Spandau Ballet audition )

Actually he is prettier au naturel, in all his gingery glory. But still: mascara!