Have you ever really wondered about how coincidence works. Some think a coincidence is just that. Simply coincidence. Others - me included - may rather think it something more. What kind of writer would be happy with coincidence simply being a random pairing of events? Anyway - when I do my days in the office, I get to stay with my Ma. Once a month is far better than once every three years which is what she used to get before.
Anyway, there I am on the train (see yesterday's post) tidying up and collating all the notes I'd written for my Doctor Who script, when a thought struck me. I should probably gather together all of my favourite Doctor Who episodes and watch them again just to get into the flow of what I think are the greatest parts of the rebooted series so far.
This amounts to about ten episodes. The first couple are easy. Family of Blood/Human Nature and Blink, but I bought those when they came out and so far, is the only Who DVD that I own. The others would be - in no particular order - Rose, The Girl In The Fireplace, Parting of the Ways and The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances. There's a few others for sure but those are the handful that I would consider essential re-viewing items.
OK - eight. It was close enough.
So, it was kind of odd - never mind "coincidence" - when I walk into my Ma's house and find this little stack of Doctor Who DVDs on the stairs. Between them, they contain all of the episodes mentioned above. They belong to my little sister Lucy who has Down's Syndrome (which is only relevant to illustrate the fact that she's obsessive about Doctor Who, Buffy and James Bond) and at 32 is not so little any more either. Apparently she decided she just didn't want these ones anymore.
Not the other 40 odd Doctor Who discs she could have chosen from in her vast collection of "stuff". These five.
That, my friends, is truly bizarre. However, she might change her mind at any given moment, so tired as I am, I thought I'd best stay up for a little while and rip 'em to my hard drive while opportunity is here. That's a gift horse with its mouth wide open anyway you choose to slice it.
