"‘Local guide, sir! Local guide, honest chap, guv’nor! Only sixpence ha’penny an hour!’
Sam laughed, but the Doctor turned round, doffed an invisible hat, and said, ‘Kind sir! You’re the very person we need! Can you tell me the shortest way to Piccadilly Circus?’
Fitz thought for a moment, then said, ‘Oughter use the tube, matey. Piccadilly line.’
‘Just what I said,’ put in Sam. ‘But the Doctor’s afraid of Yetis.’
Fitz didn’t hesitate. ‘The ’bominable snowman, guv? In Lunnon? You’ve gotter be joking!’
‘It’s all right,’ said the Doctor. ‘They’re not due for another year or two. I was just having one of my bad-memory moments. You get them once you start on your second millennium.’"

Revolution Man by Paul Leonard, p. 14

This seemed relevant in light of the newly found episodes. 

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You were sick of being different from everyone else. You were tired of being nothing like human. You had had enough of taking the whole world – the whole of several worlds – in your two hands.

Time’s Champion, my arse. That’s what Iris said to you. She laughed in your face. Time took you up as her Champion? You were forced to roam the universe and it was your job, just your job, to sort out the whole shebang?

Do me a favour. Do yourself a favour.

So let’s say you found yourself wanting to be a little more human. That’s what happened to you. All that knocking around with human beings, just run-of-the-mill people… it must have rubbed off.

You began to want the things they wanted. You’d had adventures, sure… but not ordinary adventures. When human beings had adventures it was usually another person who set their heart beating that bit faster. What set their adrenaline flowing were things you had never experienced. Never experienced, Doctor. That’s why Iris shook her head in sorrow at you.

A virgin, in many ways, Doctor. You were Time’s Champion and each new adventure was newer than the last. Your cosmos a dark and complex place. But in the human run of things, in terms of the most vital experiences, you were a virgin.

"

The Blue Angel by Paul Magrs and Jeremy Hoad, p. 80. (via ourfinaldecember)

fissurina:

The Forgotten 1950s Girl Gang

No idea if this photo set is already here somewhere…it likely is…but this is a bit rad…
full article here: http://www.messynessychic.com/2013/02/10/the-forgotten-1950s-girl-gang/
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You might have heard of the Teddy Boys, a 1950s rebel youth subculture in Britain characterized by an unlikely style of dress inspired by Edwardian dandies fused with American rock’n roll. They formed gangs from East London to North Kensington and became high profile rebels in the media. But an important sub-subculture of the Teddy Boys, an unlikely female element, has remained all but invisible from historical records. Meet The Teddy Girls.

These are one of just a few known collections of documented photographs of the first British female youth culture ever to exist. In 1955, freelance photographer Ken Russell was introduced Josie Buchan, a Teddy Girl who introduced him to some of her friends. Russell photographed them and one other group in Notting Hill.

After his photographs were published in a small magazine in 1955, Russell’s photographs remained unseen for over half a century. He became a successful film director in the meantime. In 2005, his archive was rediscovered, and so were the Teddy Girls.

Russell remembers 14 year-old Teddy Girl, Jean Rayner: “She had attitude by the truckload. No one paid much attention to the teddy girls before I did them, though there was plenty on teddy boys. They were tough, these kids, they’d been born in the war years and food rationing only ended in about 1954 – a year before I took these pictures. They were proud. They knew their worth. They just wore what they wore.”

To understand the Teddy Girls style, we first have to go back to the boys culture. They emerged in England as post-war austerity was coming to an end and working class teenagers were able to afford good clothes and began to adopt the upper class Saville Row revival of dandy Edwardian fashion. By the mid 1950s, second-hand Edwardian suits were readily available on sale in markets as they had become unwearable by the upper-class once the Teddy Boys had started sporting them. The Teds, as they called themselves, wore long drape jackets, velvet collars, slim ties and began to pair the look with thick rubber-soled creeper shoes and the ‘greaser’ hairstyles of their American rock’n’roll idols.

Despite their overall gentlemanly style of dress (certainly compared to today), the Teddys were a teenage youth culture out to shock their parents’ generation, and quickly became associated with trouble by the media.

Teddy girls were mostly working class teens as well, but considered less interesting by the media who were more concerned with sensationalizing a violent working class youth culture. While Teddy boys were known for hanging around on street corners, looking for trouble, a young working class woman’s role at the time was still focused around the home.

But even with lower wages than the boys, Teddy girls would still dress up in their own drape jackets, rolled-up jeans, flat shoes, tailored jackets with velvet collars and put their feminine spin on the Teddy style with straw boater hats, brooches, espadrilles and elegant clutch bags. They would go to the cinema in groups and attend dances and concerts with the boys, collect rock’n’roll records and magazines. Together, they essentially cultivated the first market for teenage leisure in Britain.

In the end it was the troublesome reputation of the Teddy Boys that got the better of this youth subculture. Most of the violence and vandalism was exaggerated by the media, but there were notably a few gangs that chose a darker path.

Can we have Eighth Doctor fic related to this?  People assuming he’s a very over-aged Teddy Boy? Getting turned away from a dance because of his clothes? Or searching out Teddy Boys and Girls when he’s stuck on Earth as he really wants a new Edwardian coat? 

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anachrophobian:

Omg I love the EDAs. I’m reading Vanishing Point, and I’m only 40 pages in and so far this has happened:

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There’s plenty more to go, I promise you. (Although the concussion mysteriously disappears/heals incredibly fast.)

“ Questions lead to answers.
Answers lead to knowledge.
Knowledge leads to freedom.
Freedom leads to dissatisfaction.
Dissatisfaction leads to…
Unhappiness.
The State wants you to be happy.
”

Questions lead to answers.
Answers lead to knowledge.
Knowledge leads to freedom.
Freedom leads to dissatisfaction.
Dissatisfaction leads to…
Unhappiness.

The State wants you to be happy.

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scholar-of-imagination:
“ Can we please appreciate that these are (most likely) the Doctor’s clothes? Can we get Matt Smith into these ASAP?
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Why have I not thought about this? That explains why Eight is so horrified when he appears - he’s stolen...

scholar-of-imagination:

Can we please appreciate that these are (most likely) the Doctor’s clothes? Can we get Matt Smith into these ASAP?

Why have I not thought about this? That explains why Eight is so horrified when he appears - he’s stolen his best Time Lord robes. (I like the think of the Master running through the TARDIS wardrobe to find something appropriately dramatic.)

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The end of Parallel 59, though. How do Fitz and Eight get away with being so precious? Especially Eight, thinking about “loved ones returning home” when he gets Fitz back. Aww. 

charlesrengel:

I know it’s a month late, but the good folks over at Doctor Puppet gave the Eighth Doctor some love in their latest episode (very brief, just the Eighth Doctor himself).

doctorpuppet.tumblr.com (who provided the photos)

www.youtube.com/user/HelloDoctorPuppet

www.facebook.com/TheDoctorPuppet

So cute! Especially the tea and biscuits.

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degenezijde:

ask-all-the-doctors:

cosmicsyzygy:

Do my eyes deceive me? WHERE IS EIGHT?!

WOPS AHAHAHAHA SORRY ABOUT THAT. Here he is!

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