
London photo of the day: Red Wing Shoes
Signage in Covent Garden.

Signage in Covent Garden.

Disney’s Planes: Really? This is what we’ve come to? Christ Almighty. *sigh* Plus: What next? Bikes? Boats? just kill us now. Special Investigation: Planes, Cars, Turbo: all the same film? we look at the evid– oh, fuck it, what’s the point?

This pitiful would-be-sleazy melodrama is so terrible it can’t even manage to be cheesy.

I am haunted by the crazed desperation in Jayma Mays’s eyes. She may have been blinking out a Morse-code SOS, but I can’t be sure…

Stuart Ian Burns at feeling listless has created a handy-dandy list of modern Doctor Who episodes in chronological order — that is, by internal story time, not air date, and including Torchwood and The Sarah Jane Chronicles.

Before you watch the redband trailer, can you guess what extra bits to be found there will be deemed too naughty for tender eyes and ears?

Would whoever left their toys lying around St. Pancras International kindly collect them?

Note Moffat’s trademarked “girls are weird and strange and mysterious” attitude. Nine hundred years of time and space travel, and the Doctor doesn’t know what perfume is?

Really? Time-travel as a comedic dodge for manipulating women into thinking that you’re not a complete idiot?

But test space for what? Part of the art is in the guessing, I guess…