By Roy Mathur, on 2025-10-31, at 23:40:27 to 00:13:53 GMT, for Captain Roy's Rusty Rocket Radio Show
I should have commented on Don Henderson's pig head eating incident and the savage alien tongue poking Haka thingy in 595, but I must have blanked it out.
You've already heard me talk about The War Between the Land and the Sea coming next year and the Children's TV show with no set date and here's some more. BBC's Lindsay Salt, director of drama said:
We'd like to thank Disney+ for being terrific global partners and collaborators over the past two seasons. The BBC remains fully committed to Doctor Who, which continues to be one of our most loved dramas, and we are delighted that Russell T Davies has agreed to write us another spectacular Christmas special. We can assure fans, the Doctor is not going anywhere, and we will be announcing plans for the next series in due course, which will ensure the Tardis remains at the heart of the BBC.---Belam, 2025, The Guardian
So some more non-news and a Christmas Special, not this year, but next. And from RTD, who, despite having made some decent new stories for Ncuti, generally buggered the Disney+ deal and screwed Doctor Who. Why we needed a Disney+ deal in the first place is something I've never understood, but the only reason for rehiring RTD is that there's no one else to turn to, which tells me the show is in disarray. That is really inexcusable, given the time this "pause" in production has already wasted.
I'm not happy and the Beeb needs to get it's skates on before the enthusiasm for the show becomes the domain of only a small niche fandom.
In season 3, vengeful old regime Libyans sow chaos in London, deliberately using old school Brit imperialist handbook against us. They supply weapons to extremists and stage their own double-cross spectacular, while MI5 cover their bums and Whelan is out on his.
Downbeat as EastEnders, absurd as Bond, switch your brain off again and enjoy.
Le Carre's 1962 non-circus Smiley posh boy's school whodunnit adapted by ITV in 1991. Stars Denholm Elliott, Joss Ackland, Glenda Jackson, Billie Whitelaw, Diane Fletcher, David Threlfall, and Christian Bale.
Dry, mannered, but like all good Brit Agatha-like cosies, there's something thoroughly venomous lurking under the doily. We can be a thoroughly nasty bunch.