In seventeenth-century Britain a change from one denomination to another threatened not just eternal damnation but damage to one's material condition in the present. This was especially true in Scotland where the identity of the Scottish Church was more contested than it was in England and the elite arguably broader and more fissured. In 1688 Walter Ogilvy, Lord Deskford, eldest son and heir of James Ogilvy, third earl of Findlater, converted to Catholicism from the (then episcopal) Church of Scotland. This is how his father warned his younger son James (later first earl of Seafield and eventually fourth earl of Findlater) about the danger his eldest son posssessed, and how they needed to rapidly exclude him from inheriting the family estates:

I cannot but desier you to remmeber to consult your bussines of the convayence of my esteat in your person; for although Walter be nou in my house, yett be his still frequenting the Popish chappell and continouing in odd and most unacountable actions, ther can be no good expected of him so ye need to be the mor circumspect in garding your selfe against his evell.

---The Correspondence of James First Earl of Seafield, pp 42-43

(Charles II appears in the userpic in the absence of his brother James VII and II, then reigning.)
Among the many projects displaced by my actually obtaining regular employment was the management of my two hard disc recorders, particularly the creaky secondhand one which lives in my bedroom under my 1980s Rediffusion portable. I've been catching up this evening, and as a result I'm currently being transported back to 23 November 2013 and listening to that morning's Radio 2 Graham Norton show live (with prerecorded inserts - and of course, to be technical, lots of old records) from the Doctor Who Celebration at ExCel. There are some arch inserts - the first traffic report ends with the information that traffic has cleared around Metebelis Three after a rush for blue crystals - and after words with Matt Smith, Jenna Coleman, a defensively self-deprecating Steven Moffat and superfan costume and prop exhibition curator Andrew Beech, Colin Baker has just trotted out his ancient but understandable resentment towards Michael Grade, and all has been interspersed with as much music actually played on Doctor Who as possible. It was a frenetic and hyperbolic few days, or rather weeks, barely imaginable ten or twenty years earlier, and for all Graham makes fun of the detail of Doctor Who lore he has to read out, it seems to have judged its tone more carefully than the dire Afterparty which went out later on BBC Three, about the only good thing in it being the participation of Jackie Lane.

There is also a distressing amount of paper on my study floor, three days after I submitted my tax return, which accounts for most of it...
The userpic associated with this post is from a Doctor Who comic strip drawn by Gerry Haylock for TV Action, and Countdown to TV Action by Steve Holland tells the story of this comic and its first incarnation Countdown. Unexpected characters in its tale are Rupert Murdoch (whose role in the decline and demise of TV21 I had not known) and John Selwyn Gummer; the enterprise seemed based on poor market research, nostalgia for happy working conditions at former employers (especially the pre-Murdoch TV [Century] 21) and a publisher which was focused on editorial, advertising and circulation being dealt with by its parent who commandeered pages as required. Good to see a picture of Polly Perkins House, the office of Polystyle Publications for most of the 1970s, too - I'd wondered where it was for years, and had been misled by its 'Paddington Green' address, because strictly speaking it isn't there. Holland specialises in the indexing of British comics and there are full content listings and many, many reproductions of art, though apart from the cover it's in black and white. Nevertheless it's a valuable addition to Paul Scoones's The Comic Strip Companion, the first volume of which looks at Doctor Who in the pages of TV Comic, Countdown and TV Action, a must for historians of the creations of Gerry Anderson (whose characters and series were the original lead features of Countdown) a strong source of information about the careers of several British comic professionals and the comics industry in the early 1970s, though being me I have to note that the common ownership of Polystyle and TV Publications (from whom Polystyle 'bought' TV Comic, Playland and Pippin in 1968) isn't picked up, nor the nature of Independent Television Publications (a subsidiary of the ITV companies acting together under the ITA's supervision) and its acquisition of TV Times from TV Publications in 1968 quite understood. The shake-up of the youth market from ITP's Look-In is a constant presence and one Polystyle never quite dealt with - Look-In relied on more than constant promotion on ITV to help it, but its rivals could never get past that fact, it seems.
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( Jan. 1st, 2015 01:36 am)
...surely we were worrying about the Millennium Bug only yesterday?

Happy New Year, all.
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( Dec. 17th, 2014 02:27 pm)
[ profile] whovianfeminism interviews Rachel Talalay, director of Doctor Who's Dark Water/Death in Heaven, and helps provide some context for fan criticisms of sexism in Doctor Who.

A cat called Holly walks 190 miles home, report ABC News (US), and relayed by the Pussington Post.
I don't think I've ever done one of these before...

Poll #16094 Doctor Who pre-finale poll: Who is Missy?
This poll is closed.
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 6

Who is Missy?

View Answers

The Master
2 (33.3%)

Clara (or some splinter thereof)
1 (16.7%)

The Rani
3 (50.0%)

River Song
0 (0.0%)

Miss Evangelista
1 (16.7%)

0 (0.0%)

1 (16.7%)

Someone else from the Doctor's past
1 (16.7%)

Someone whom the Doctor's never met
1 (16.7%)

The Doctor herself
1 (16.7%)

Someone I've not mentioned
0 (0.0%)

I don't know what you are on about
0 (0.0%)

I am supremely indifferent to what you are on about
1 (16.7%)

Supreme Commander Servalan
2 (33.3%)

Oh look, a box
2 (33.3%)

20.03 01:11:2014 - poll now closed.
Some very brief thoughts here. I did find it more compelling than last week, but I wonder whether it's the right direction to take.
I know I've missed Robot of Sherwood - my reactions to that were more complicated and I've not finished writing them up - but Listen extracted a less ambiguous reaction. As I've written elsewhere...

Sit cross-legged on a police box roof and say... Those look like a status update and follow-up comments. You're right except in one case. )
Butley was given to me by my sister after we went to see a revival of a Simon Gray play in London several years ago. This film version was produced as part of the American Film Theatre seasons, where producer Ely Landau drew on his television experience to make two packages of cinema adaptations of stage plays and sell them in advance to networks of cinemas in the US. The scene is set by a caption reading 'LONDON' at the start of the film, as Alan Bates's Ben Butley cuts himself shaving on a morning, and then by a sequence shot on the northbound platform at Kilburn Park station, moving onto a train (complete with Bakerloo line diagrams showing both branches) where Burley's rudeness, selfishness and uneasy eye towards men are pointed out by Bates's gesture and the sullen curious camera. Most of the two-hour running time is spent in the office Butley shares at Queen Anne College, University of London (with rebellious indifference but solipsistic indulgence too, Butley is always seen entering its precincts through the 'OUT' gateway) with his former pupil, protégé and lover Joey Keystone (Richard O'Callaghan). Joey is disentangling himself from Ben, finding a new partner in publisher Reg (Michael Byrne). Ben snipes continually at Joey's willingness to work within the university career structure, his sexual identity and presentation, while reeling him in to jibes at their older colleague Edna (Jessica Tandy), her teaching (probably diligent) and publishing record. Ben seems to hanker after reconciliation with his estranged wife Anne (Susan Engel), and peppers his conversation with arguments with himself over the location and nature of their last sexual encounter. Georgina Hale, Darien Angadi, Colin Haigh and Simon Rouse play disgusted, belittled, exasperated and furious students.

The self-absorbed alcoholic protagonist who dares the audience to be driven to sympathise with him and so become complicit in his destructive narcissism feels like a 1970s device especially, Butley being a representative of the old professional class overtaken by men who have climbed the new ladders provided by the Welfare State, and women whom he feels really just shouldn't be there. The ground over which the story is told is familiar to an audience in the 2010s, though: society's understanding of gender and sexuality, disintegration and relayering of class structures, academic reform and the need to produce outputs (though we don't hear that term) juxtaposed with teaching demands and assumptions of a new student generation which are incomprehensible to or rejected by their jaded or self-interested elders. It's no spoiler that Ben is eventually left alone in his office with a bottle of Haig's whisky, seemingly content with his own inadequacy. There are aspects of the character close to Alan Bates's own life and large sectors of British society seemed to negotiate the 1970s in a spirit-soaked haze, but though a period piece now Butley is a reminder that social and psychological problem-solving can take a very long time indeed.
I've taken note of some of the criticisms of Into the Dalek I've seen and where I agree with them, again at The Event Library.
As I've been saying everywhere, I planned to be in bed three hours ago, and had pledged my Doctor Who writing time elsewhere; but began to put down a few words on Into the Dalek and wrote something down over at The Event Library.

ETA: I've added another paragraph at 3.30am BST.
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( Aug. 24th, 2014 01:49 am)
An extended and edited version of the posts I first put under friendslock here, now available to read at The St James's Evening Post. So what did I do at the 72nd World Science Fiction Convention?


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