2008, Back On-Line

Like it says.

This blog-page's entries from 2008 are back on-line, so I don't have to re-explain whatever I said about whichever and when, and in the hope that people will stop attacking me for deleting things I thought would only be worth reading for a few days anyway. Just go down these pages to find the articles. Not all of them are recommended, but the one from Week Thirteen is quite funny with hindsight. (Also: looking at my deleted blogs, I note that the one from the day Matt Smith was announced is headed "The Eleventh Hour". It was always inevitable.)

And.

I've never, ever been on newsgroups; I've never, ever said anything beyond this blog and my own Twitter account. So when the new series of Doctor Who starts, can you please not send me abuse? I'm a terrified, broken depressive with no fucking life. I never intruded on your world even slightly, but you seem to think that because I've criticised people who can deliver What You Like, I'm a lifelong target. "Ooh, you slagged off Gatiss! You slagged off Moffat!" Yes, because even apart from the fact that they're awful, they're major players in the UK media with audiences of millions. I'm alone. Never tried to force myself onto the internet, never put opinions outside my own patch, never been anywhere near TV. You don't have to come to this page, you don't have to read this. I won't be watching or commenting on the new series at all, all right? Will that keep you happy? Hooray! You've shut someone up for disagreeing with you, and for believing that writing should have a conscience. You must feel so proud.

To be honest, I don't really give a shit about Doctor Who any more. It's worthless without the idealism, and the sheer stinking cynicism of the Moffat version makes it impossible to care. I just don't want to be treated like dirt by people who've never even bothered to read what I actually wrote, that's all.