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Classic Who "Horror of Fang Rock" Parts 3&4 Early Access! (Patreon)

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2023-03-31 14:55:45
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2023-04

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Brodie Vickers

I see Classic Who, I click.

Anonymous

God bless Leela, I’ve been waiting months and months to see that slap again. Just the perfect timing and sheer lack of any hesitation as soon as Adelaide screams. Apparently behind the scenes, Annette Woollett (Adelaide) told Louise Jameson (Leela) not to hold back when slapping her.

Josef Schiltz

Though three men dwell on Flannan Isle To keep the lamp alight, As we steered under the lee, we caught No glimmer through the night." A passing ship at dawn had brought The news; and quickly we set sail, To find out what strange thing might ail The keepers of the deep-sea light. The Winter day broke blue and bright, With glancing sun and glancing spray, As o'er the swell our boat made way, As gallant as a gull in flight. But, as we neared the lonely Isle; And looked up at the naked height; And saw the lighthouse towering white, With blinded lantern, that all night Had never shot a spark Of comfort through the dark, So ghostly in the cold sunlight It seemed, that we were struck the while With wonder all too dread for words. And, as into the tiny creek We stole beneath the hanging crag, We saw three queer, black, ugly birds Too big, by far, in my belief, For guillemot or shag— Like seamen sitting bolt-upright Upon a half-tide reef: But, as we neared, they plunged from sight, Without a sound, or spurt of white. And still to mazed to speak, We landed; and made fast the boat; And climbed the track in single file, Each wishing he was safe afloat, On any sea, however far, So it be far from Flannan Isle: And still we seemed to climb, and climb, As though we'd lost all count of time, And so must climb for evermore. Yet, all too soon, we reached the door The black, sun-blistered lighthouse-door, That gaped for us ajar. As, on the threshold, for a spell, We paused, we seemed to breathe the smell Of limewash and of tar, Familiar as our daily breath, As though 't were some strange scent of death: And so, yet wondering, side by side, We stood a moment, still tongue-tied: And each with black foreboding eyed The door, ere we should fling it wide, To leave the sunlight for the gloom: Till, plucking courage up, at last, Hard on each other's heels we passed, Into the living-room. Yet, as we crowded through the door, We only saw a table, spread For dinner, meat and cheese and bread; But, all untouched; and no one there: As though, when they sat down to eat, Ere they could even taste, Alarm had come; and they in haste Had risen and left the bread and meat: For at the table-head a chair Lay tumbled on the floor. We listened; but we only heard The feeble cheeping of a bird That starved upon its perch: And, listening still, without a word, We set about our hopeless search. We hunted high, we hunted low; And soon ransacked the empty house; Then o'er the Island, to and fro, We ranged, to listen and to look In every cranny, cleft or nook That might have hid a bird or mouse: But, though we searched from shore to shore, We found no sign in any place: And soon again stood face to face Before the gaping door: And stole into the room once more As frightened children steal. Aye: though we hunted high and low, And hunted everywhere, Of the three men's fate we found no trace Of any kind in any place, But a door ajar, and an untouched meal, And an overtoppled chair. And, as we listened in the gloom Of that forsaken living-room— A chill clutch on our breath— We thought how ill-chance came to all Who kept the Flannan Light: And how the rock had been the death Of many a likely lad: How six had come to a sudden end, And three had gone stark mad: And one whom we'd all known as friend Had leapt from the lantern one still night, And fallen dead by the lighthouse wall: And long we thought On the three we sought, And of what might yet befall. Like curs, a glance has brought to heel, We listened, flinching there: And looked, and looked, on the untouched meal, And the overtoppled chair. We seemed to stand for an endless while, Though still no word was said, Three men alive on Flannan Isle, Who thought, on three men dead. The Ballad of Flannan Isle. Wilfred Wilson Gibson.

James Fish

Thanks for another great reaction. This is the one and only appearence of the Sontarans enemy, the Rutan, if you don't count the 90's spin off Shakedown. Would like to see them appear in New Who.. Overall good story with a creepy vibe & a nice opener to the season. I could be wrong but I think it's supposed to be set in 1925. See you next time!

David Vandervliet

Back in the 1980s, this story aired on Chicago PBS, and was interupted by the most famous pirate hack of a broadcaster in US history. The Max Headroom hack - you can find it on Youtube

David Vandervliet

The eye color change was at the Louise Jameson's request. She wore dark contacts because Leela apparently means Dark Princess, but the contacts where painful to wear, so they worked out a way for her to stop wearing them at the end of this story. Ooh I just realized the surprise you are in for in the next story!

Saltire
>>105329290

Damn I'm old, I remember Max Headroom well, thought he was the bees knees! :D

Brodie Vickers

Recently realised that I’ve seen nothing of the 4th Doctor starting from Leela’s arrival, so I’ve been peddling through a couple recently. Have always heard that this is one of the iconic stories that comes from Who, and I really enjoyed it! Appreciated the gothic atmosphere despite the big, green, slow moving Rutan haha. Really helped to reignite my love for the show too, which has died out a bit over the last few years. Looking forward to next week!

Vanessa J McNamara

“That’s not funny” Yeah, kind of is, lol.