23 December 2009

making the unmissable, unmissable

I may have mentioned this before, but I was brought up to be a fairly selective television viewer. I don’t mean in the sense of watching only good, uplifting or critically acclaimed programmes -- hell, I’ve watched my fair share of dross across the years. What I mean is that I grew up in an environment where the TV was never just switched on in order to provide some background noise. In part, I think this was because my mother, for many years, viewed television as an undesirable distraction from keeping a household of husband, four sons, a dog and sundry other pets moving forward.


Every week the Radio Times would be purchased -- and less frequently the TV Times as well, just to check if there was actually anything interesting on ITV -- and every member of the family would take turns to mark out the programmes they wanted to watch. Of course, in those days, that meant you had to be in front of the television or radio when the desired programme was broadcast, but that was how the world was in those days. Talk to some old people if you don’t believe me.


In any case, decades later, my television viewing is, as a consequence, selective; indeed, it’s become increasingly so -- to the extent that I now think it’s a ‘tweet’-able fact if I sit down to watch or listen to a programme as it’s actually broadcast. For, in our modern multi-media world, I have simply taken the selection process to the next level; not only am I extremely selective about what I watch or listen to, I can now schedule the broadcast media to fit in with my life, rather than the other way round.


iPlayer, uPlayer, we all Player!

This is, in large part, thanks to the BBC iPlayer, which celebrates its (mere) second birthday this coming Christmas Day with an average of more than five million unique users a week and more than 80 million ‘requests’ a month.


Of course, the success of the BBC iPlayer shouldn’t actually come as that much of a surprise; quite apart from the service it offers, from the start, it has been heavily 'promoted' across the BBC (particularly alongside ongoing series, where the emphasis has been very much on ‘if you missed the last episode, catch it on...’ It’s also helped that some marketing genius came up with a concise, memorable little slogan: ‘Making the unmissable, unmissable.'


The UK’s other channels have, of course, attempted their own versions, but with the exception of Sky Plus, none have really entered the public conscious to the same degree as the BBC iPlayer -- it may not quite have become a verb to the degree Sky Plus has (“Oh, I’ve Sky Plussed that to watch later,” for example), but I do wonder if there’s actually an argument for the BBC iPlayer to extend its scope to all terrestrial television in the UK, as part of the Corporation’s public broadcast remit. Not that Murdoch television would approve of that; so I doubt that any of the main political parties would dare push that idea through. I mean, not that long ago the Conservative’s culture spokesperson actually said: “The BBC is very good at what it does -- and that’s part of the problem.” Eh? That’s a problem?

iShedule

According to the latest research, the material accessed through the BBC iPlayer does vary depending on which ‘platform’ is being used: Mac and PS3 users, for example, apparently prefer comedy shows such as Mock The Week, while PC and Virgin Media users are more keen on drama, with EastEnders and Waking The Dead proving to be more popular. There are big peaks in usage via mobile phones post 9pm weekdays and on weekend mornings. And the most popular television programme, currently, for download and viewing is Top Gear.


Erik Huggers, the BBC’s Director of Future Media and Technology, said: "These figures show people are making the most of the choice they now have – whether it's watching EastEnders on your PC during your lunch break, listening to Desert Island Discs on the bus or watching Mock The Week in bed, viewing patterns change depending on the time and location of the audience.


"We'll be looking to increase the availability of the BBC iPlayer on new platforms and devices in coming months and are looking towards more success in 2010."


the future

Actually, there’s just one particular platform I’d like to see the BBC iPlayer move on to. Indeed, I’d argue that it’s vital it does so as soon as possible, if only to conform to the Corporation’s public broadcast duty (as well as maintaining its growth, and continuing to provide an alternative to Sky Plus). Computers, game consoles and mobile phones are all very well, but -- coming full circle -- the BBC iPlayer really needs to become accessible through our televisions.


It’s already beginning to happen: through Virgin Media, and the next generation of televisions coming in to the shops. Physically, it might be a relatively short distance between computer and television in most people’s homes, but when that distance is bridged it could inspire the biggest change in television we’ve ever seen.


Assuming I’m still around in 30 years, I’m guessing that I’ll still be able to pick up a copy of the Radio Times in my local newsagent. The difference with the publication will be that it will no longer list the schedules of television channels; instead, it will simply list the content that will be available to stream or download that week, and leave it to us to schedule our own listening and viewing. Bad news for television schedulers, who may have to find another line of work, but great for us.

doctor xmas


For a long-in-the-tooth Doctor Who fan like myself, possibly the weirdest of the weird things around the show being such a mainstream hit (again) is just how quickly it’s become 'traditional' for the last of the Time Lords to stand tall in BBC One's Christmas Day schedule -- as much a part of the day as turkey, roast spuds and the Queen's Speech.


I suppose you might also argue the same about Easter -- after all, Doctor Who was successfully resurrected as genuinely popular television on Easter Saturday, 2005 and the schedulers have tended to latch each new series of the show on that particular holiday weekend (the only exception being the 2007 run, which started the weekend before).


Yet Christmas is just that much bigger; not least because it was on Christmas Day, 2005 when the 21st century Time Lord was arguably fully (re)born in the form of David Tennant. Cruel though it might sound, Christopher Eccleston's decision to do just 13 episodes -- and he was absolutely fantastic, don't you doubt it -- arguably now relegates him to the role of John the Baptist, simply preparing the way for David Tennant's four years in the role.


In early December, with nothing better to do with my time, I decided to rewatch the four Doctor Who Christmas Specials broadcast so far: ‘The Christmas Invasion’ (2005), ‘The Runaway Bride’ (2006), ‘Voyage of the Damned’ (2007) and ‘The Next Doctor’ (2008).


What these all have in common is fairly obvious: all are written by Showrunner Russell T Davies and are deliberately designed to be broadcast at Christmas time (although ‘The Runaway Bride’ did originally start out as just a ‘normal’ episode). Three of the four quite blatantly play with traditional festive icons, turning them into hostile alien menaces -- hence the killer Christmas trees, killer Santas, killer Angels and giant killer star in the night sky.... Only ‘The Next Doctor’ stepped back from this, passing on introducing killer workhouse orphans and instead opting to place a traditional Doctor Who monster -- the Cybermen -- within an overtly Dickensian Christmas.


If pushed for an opinion, I'd say that ‘The Christmas Invasion’ is still the best of the bunch. This is partly down to the sense of wonder I felt at the time about Doctor Who suddenly being at the heart of BBC One’s Christmas Day programming. Mostly, though, it's because the episode is an absolute masterclass in how to successfully introduce a new lead actor into the title role.


Second favourite? That would have to be ‘Voyage of the Damned’, if only because it was an enjoyable reworking of the ‘disaster movie’ format, re-introduced Bernard Cribbins into the world of Doctor Who and brought Russell Tovey to my lustful attention. No, don’t ask why; he shouldn’t, but there’s just something about him...


Of course, what shouldn't be overlooked is that all four episodes are also intended to be big and bold entertainment for viewers engorged on turkey and chocolate; complete in themselves stories that end with a promise of more adventures to come, but no specific plot lines demanding your attention. In fact, only ‘The Christmas Invasion’ has had an additional job to do -- namely, successfully introducing a new Doctor.


So far...


This year’s Doctor Who Christmas Special is likely to be different, though. OK, I’m quite sure that it will still be one of Davies’ ‘big pictures, big ideas’ production, suitable for those who have consumed too many sprouts, but ‘The End of Time, Part One’ is expected to lay down the ground for the tenth Doctor’s demise.


Or is it likely to be that different? Now I think of it, each Christmas Special has had it’s own particular USP. ‘The Christmas Invasion’ -- new Doctor! ‘The Runaway Bride’ -- Catherine Tate! ‘Voyage of the Damned’ -- Kylie! ‘The Next Doctor’ -- who will be the eleventh Doctor?!

'The End of Time, Part One' -- Doctor's Death!


Actually, the only difference could be that this year's Christmas Day episode is bound to end on a cliffhanger.


For the tenth Doctor will, of course, pass away on New Year's Day....

19 December 2009

call me macCockburn (the sequel)

I've now owned my iPhone for slightly more than one week, and... well, to be honest even I'm slightly blushing at just how wonderful I think it is.

It's not as if it's the first time I've upgraded my mobile, and each time I've done so I've gained not only in looks but also the range of services and abilities. And yet this time I'm really just so... not only is there's something about how it looks, but how "intuitive" it is to use. And, I'm sufficiently old enough to still find it remarkable that I can read about a pub somewhere down in London, and use my 'phone' to not just read reviews posted online but check where it is on the map, and then have a look at the place on the street. Admittedly the geo-positioning isn't entirely accurate, but that eases my 'Big Brother Is Watching You' paranoia just a tad.

Forgive me; I'm new to all this, and for some reason it's bringing out the Mac-snob in me.

Anyway, it's all about to get worse.

This afternoon, after a mildly diverting time in the cinema watching James Cameron's Avatar, I popped into the Apple Store in Glasgow, and left approximately 20 minutes later with my very own MacBook Pro, 13 inch screen.

It's very early days -- I mean, some of the keys still haven't been touched yet, as I very rarely use square or squiggly brackets (for example). But given the general level of my previous 'laptop' (which wasn't fast enough to cope with internet access), this is the first time I've been able to post a blog entry from the comfort of my own bedroom.

You have been warned. This is just the beginning.

14 December 2009

tv to watch out for...


With BBC One going all Who-mad with its Xma$ idents, etc, I just hope that the BBC's new adaptation of Day of the Triffids, starring Dougray Scott (see above), isn't (a) overlooked in all the death of a Doctor hype, or (b) crap.
While the 1981 adaptation directed by the late David Maloney will take some beating, I do have my hopes for this version. As long as there's no mention of sea water, of course, in the final act.
Mind you, if it is a hit, the BBC could actually now do a sequel -- after all, there is Simon Clark's The Night of the Triffids just waiting for the big -- or not so big -- screen adaptation...

13 December 2009

call me macCockburn

And so it begins; my determination to meet 2010 in a more-AppleMac frame of mind means -- for the benefit of any potential muggers and burglars out there -- that I've upgraded my faded-battery Nokia mobile for an iPhone*, now that it's available on Orange.

So, if I'm not seen outside of my bedroom for a few weeks, don't worry too much. This will be because (a) I'm still trying to work out all the functions now available to me, or (b) I'm suffering from excessive, home-based internet access, or (c) both.

It's already taken the best part of Saturday evening in front of a nice warm fire, not looking outside at the cold mist, to input my contacts list. So, if you get an unexpected and short call from me, it's probably just down to me tapping the wrong part of the screen...

*A black one, of course.

09 December 2009

it's not sci-fi, honest (number whatever in a depressingly infinite series)

Either most people now have a very specific definition of 'sci-fi' (something probably involving space ships and giant alien squids, or simply called Doctor Who), or the biggest problem facing science fiction in the 21st century is that we've actually reached the future.

How else to explain this quote from Tamzin Outhwaite, talking about the BBC's new 'high octaine' series Paradox in which she stars?

“Initially I thought it was a sci-fi project… Then I read the script and realised it wasn’t. It’s about police officers trying to work out whether there is a worm hole between two time zones.”

We must really be in the 21st century, if people accept temporal wormholes as normal, everyday elements in police procedural dramas.

08 December 2009

scruffians

Friend, fellow GSFWCer and generally wonderful scribe, (H)Al Duncan is currently dabbling in a direct pay-what-you-feel-like business model when it comes to getting his fiction out there, with his rather delightful Scruffian stories.

Now, I have to admit that -- so far -- I've not actually contributed anything to get the stories out into the public domain -- naughty, I know -- but I plead complete laziness and a reluctance (for reasons not worth going into at the moment) to set up a pay-pal account.

Anyway, as Mr Duncan is now accepting gifts, I do plan to opt for an alternative form of payment to ensure I get the Christmas Special. Assuming, of course, he can still get to his computer through all the cans of Guinness and boxes of Terry's Chocolate Oranges that he's presumably hoping to receive.

word dogs bite!


The Word Dogs are back this month, with a new spoken word event to mark the festive season. I might be taking part in this, assuming I can find more than a single drabble on the theme!

However, it's safe to say that, if you decide to come along, you'll enjoy an evening of really great stories from some really great writers.

So, if you're in the neighbourhood...

03 December 2009

a death is announced

When Doctor Who was successfully relaunched in 2005, Russell T Davies and the production team had only one notable failure; perhaps naively, they had hoped to be able to surprise the viewing public by reintroducing them to the concept of regeneration at the close of the season. Sadly, the news that Christopher Eccleston was not returning for another batch of episodes leaked out soon after the series had started transmission, meaning that the ninth -- "Fantastic!" -- Doctor was to some extent viewed in the shadow of his successor, David Tennant.

Four years on, Tennant's appearances in both Doctor Who and The Sarah-Jane Adventures have been increasingly shaded by anticipation of -- if not the Matt Smith's 11th Doctor -- this particular incarnation's end. Ever since Tennant announced on live television that he was leaving the series after the 2009 Specials, public attention has been deliberately focused on the fact that the 10th Doctor is heading towards catastrophe, and the most recent story, 'The Waters of Mars', proved that it's not just the marketing people pushing the "beginning of the end" hook; the 10th Doctor -- the self-declared "Time Lord Victorious" dared to challenge the so-called Laws of Time and was seriously rebuked for his arrogance...

It's not every television series that makes such a point of effectively killing its lead character, and only rarely have the writers actually made anything of that in narrative terms. 'The Caves of Androzani' was recently voted the top Doctor Who story ever; to date, it certainly remains the most effective regeneration story, and I don't just mean because writer Robert Holmes delighted in putting the fifth Doctor in really serious peril at the end of each episode, only to have the physical cause of his 'death' actually the result of an almost overlooked brush with an alien plant. The Doctor's ultimate survival, albeit in a different incarnation, was justified by his ability -- unlike most of the other characters in the story -- to care about other people rather than his own obsessions.

In my opinion, no other Doctor Who story has ever justified the Doctor's regeneration as powerfully and effectively as 'Caves'; not even the late Barry Letts' Buddist idea of having Jon Pertwee's Doctor "face his Fear" on 'The Planet of the Spiders' and become a new man -- Tom Baker -- as a result.

Still, I'm hopeful that, this time, Russell T Davies could go one better.

retail therapy -- not!

I’m enough of a gay man to have genuinely enjoyed shopping, even clothes shopping, from an early age. OK, I’m not quite sure how a predilection for retail supposedly overlaps with an erotic preference for faggoty behavior, but apparently it’s one of the conditions on my Friend of Dorothy Membership Card.

Having already raised three sons of a resolutely heterosexual nature, my mum did seem genuinely surprised when she found no problem persuading youngest child to start choosing and buying his own clothes, particularly at the start when she was still paying. She might have complained that my choice always tended to be black (except for the occasional startling exception), but at least I was reasonably happy with them – and that was a significant improvement on when she had bought things without me being there!

Maybe it was just down to all those early childhood experiences of being rewarded with a tube of Smarties at the end of a successful weekly shop? After all, who says bribery can’t do wonders with kids?

I once read somewhere that, for men, shopping is the means of getting new underwear, of buying tools for the shed; for women, it’s a highly social leisure activity. So, I guess I’m being a tad girly when I admit to getting some genuine enjoyment from wandering around shops just taking in what there is, despite having no intention of buying anything. And that there are few things more frustrating than wanting to buy something but finding nothing I want to buy!

There is, however, an exception to all this. As the years and decades have vanished into memory, I find myself increasingly hating any shopping during December. It’s down, of course, to that hideous hell otherwise known as ‘other people’.

I’ve never been great in crowds; at the risk of stating the obvious, they just have too many people. In recent years, though, I’ve noticed an increasingly hostile, selfish attitude of some people – which increases beyond a joke as 25 December rapidly approaches. I’m thinking of the Zombies who are suddenly so far up the autistic spectrum that they will push, cut-off or otherwise demolish anybody or anything that happens by chance to be between them and their goal – be it a rare gift or the last bag of roast potatoes.

Christmas cheer is nothing to these people. Yet the scary thing is that I think I can understand how they feel; only last weekend, there were several occasions when I realized I was about to stamp on small children in my determination to stampede to the exit.

For as long as I can remember, various kill-joys have moaned about Christmas being overly commercialised, with its original meaning – by which, sadly, relatively few mean the pagan celebration of the turn of the year – increasingly lost amid all the bright lights and decorations and frantic gift wrapping. It’s getting to the stage, though, when it seems like we’re all having some kind of cultural panic attack every year; such is the pull of the consumer society that you can almost see the horror and fear on people’s faces when they face the concept of Tesco being closed for at least eight hours.

I’m relatively lucky, I guess; last year, even the youngest Cockburn nephew reached the stage of asking for money, so I have relatively few presents (as such) to buy – and, if last year’s anything to go by, I should be able to do all my shopping in under an hour early one morning. (OK, I admit I don’t have the worry of preparing any food for the big day.) After carrying out reconnaissance on the chosen venues, “Operation Cashma$ Shopping” will be a simple case of straight in and straight to the checkout for as early an escape as possible. I just hope all those other retail Zombies don’t have the same idea.

Meantime, I can reassure myself with the thought that normal retail therapy will resume in mid-to-late January.