Gesamtlänge aller Episoden: 2 days 11 hours 58 minutes
This week, we take a squint at 'The Pandorica Opens,' and wild conspiracy theories abound in the run-up to the grand finale. It all gets quite heated, as heated as 4 Doctor Who geeks thousands of miles apart can get. The vino doth flow.
Mixed opinions on this one from the WHOers. We tried to stay on topic, but Sputters had a few too many and Sen couldn't articulate any other word than 'Timeship.' Thank god we don't have a swear box.
This week, it's all about Van Gough, and we get all Ministry of Arty and Farty about the mono-auditory Sunflower dude, the leggy ginger stripper, and the bloke with the fringe and bow tie.
The usual team with the usual banter. This episode, 'Cold Blood,' and even Fuschia needed a drink this time. Nobody pays us for this, y'know.
We try out our new rating system, go all hippy on Silurian mega-fauna, get mildly creeped out by dissection, and Fuchsia gets her 15 seconds of conspiracy fame. Money back if not entirely satisfied.
This time we're ranting and raving about 'Amy's Choice,' and anything else that takes our fancy. It all started so well, then we had a 10-minute laugh attack (that hit the cutting room floor) and it all went to shit, again.
Another 30 minutes of frothing and nit-picking about our favorite Gallifreyan and this week's episode, 'Vampires in Venice.' Alas, this one's a tad Lightfoot-lite, but normal service and regular interruptions will resume ASAP.
Sen, Fushia, Terry, and Sputters, with the same old tosh best quickly forgotten. If you enjoy the mediocre and predictable procedural drivel of Whovian podcasting, this is the one for you.
More time-consuming tequila-powered self-referential tosh. Fuschia was jet lagged, Sen gave up on the others and evolved into pure energy, Terry had a headache, and Sputters had a 30-minute rant about Alpha Centauri.
Another 35 minutes of interruptive alcohol abuse under the tenuous question mark umbrella of Whodom. By the power of wine and tea, we consider 'Victory of the Daleks.'