Showing posts with label Claudia Lindner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Claudia Lindner. Show all posts

Saturday, 1 October 2016

The Coffee Shop Happy 10th Birthday Torchwood

Penblwydd Hapus Torchwood 22nd October

Of course, we’re a little early with our celebrations, but as ever, we wanted to take the opportunity before, as always, life got in the way.
Torchwood appeared on our television screens on the 22nd October 2006. It came with a whole host of actors, of which some we’d never met before and others, we were sure we’d seen in Doctor Who, Jack Harkness being the obvious. Toshiko Sato, appearing in the episode with the Pig Pilot, and of course Gwyneth Cooper, Gwen’s family relation who was possessed by the Gelth, desperate in their bid to enter our world through the Rift.

We all have our favourite episodes, some more than others. Memories of those episodes’ spark moments in our life, when we can relate them to where we were when they came on, what we were doing, and who we were doing them with. Torchwood opened our eyes to the creatures that lurked just beyond the shadows. That corner of the eye stuff. It introduced us to a world of magical creatures, mystical, plain bloody bonkers and Captain John Hart. It brought us closer than Doctor Who to the creatures that walk amongst us. Creatures living in sewers, and creatures living in Cardiff. Yes, Cardiff my friends. And quite right too!

We asked the fans a good many questions on what they felt about Torchwood since it’s humble beginnings. What were their favourite episodes and so on? So please, if you feel you want to add your twopenneth, please post below.

Ianto Tarrant Best episodes, Captain Jack Harkness, Out of Time, Adrift, to The Last Man. Losing both Tosh and Owen cut the heart out of the show, losing Ianto, the Cardiff back stories, hub etc. took away its soul. Hated season four, it wasn't Torchwood. Thank God for Big Finish.

Claudia Lindner Though I was sad about the deaths of Owen, Tosh and Ianto, it was good, all four series, and I still hope for more. Exodus Code would make a good miniseries, or the new comic, picking up from it, wherever the story leads us. :) I hope the Big Finish audios are going to be set in the presence more, atm, too much stuck in the past for me, although I enjoyed them.

Becky Zertuche I love Torchwood, but it needed to remain in Cardiff. What they did in Miracle Day, was pepper Jack and Gwen here and there. It was not Torchwood. I loved the 1st and 2nd seasons best and my favorite episode is Captain Jack Harkness.

Diane Phillipa The death of Ianto Jones was the end for me. The Radio plays are awesome but unless they bring back real TW ie in Cardiff that’s it for me. I don't think I can ever forgive RTD for making one of most abhorrent characters’ immortal it was an insult to all true TW fans.

Tuesday, 1 September 2015

Expo & Cons You Raise Me Up 2015 - My Cardiff Adventure by Claudia Lindner


The John Barrowman Concert Tour

I never had the opportunity to attend a concert of John’s and when he announced his tour last year I knew, I had to be there! It was clear from the beginning that I wouldn't be able to afford to go to several venues, but just one. And it was also clear that given that, it would be Cardiff, because Cardiff is....Torchwood!

So I got a ticket for John's concert in the Cardiff Motorpoint Arena on Saturday, May 30th . I flew to Birmingham on Friday, where a nice friend from the fan group picked me up and altogether with another fan from the group we drove to Cardiff. This way I could enjoy the coming into Wales on the Severn Bridge, which I have always wanted, as it is part of Torchwood, too and this bridge is quite spectacular – what a view.

After travelling most of the night, the morning and noon I was quite happy to finally get to my room at the B&B at 3pm and just lie down, feet up (because these were aching like hell!). And I almost immediately fell asleep, but woke up in time to get dressed & bus to the city centre and Cardiff Bay. When it became visible still some streets away, I really got excited, as it's so huge and looks fantastic, and I've always seen it on Torchwood and suddenly it became real!
So I hurried to get to the Millennium Centre and Roald Dahl Plass, and when I got there, wow! The whole scenery and the whole place was amazing!



I met some other fans and we were walking around the Bay. The Plass, the Pierhead Building, Mermaid Quay...and it's not just the beauty of the places or the buildings, but it was so interesting  as it felt like wandering around on a film/tv set all the time. I was constantly pointing towards spots where this or that scene of Torchwood – and some Doctor Who - was filmed.


   „Oh, look, there they were standing when Rex got them arrested on MD“. „Over there Jack and Ianto were sitting on CoE ep. 1“. „This path was where the team was running to the Torchwood entrance at the tourist's information in „Cyberwoman“.


And all those episodes where they were standing on or walking over the Plass, next to the Millennium Centre or standing on the step of the Torchwood Tower...Well, I can tell you, this Torchwood sightseeing went on all weekend and all over the city and I had so much fun with that! I was happy that water was running down the Torchwood tower for most of the weekend, as I had heard that's not always the case. But so the pics on the step turned out more authentic! Needless to say I wasn't granted entrance to Torchwood. Meh!

Oh, and I saw the Ianto shrine for the first time. It's so awesome they kept it over this long time. And it's so surreal to have a memorial inscription for a fictional character, but both things show how popular Torchwood and Ianto as a character are and what love and pride the Cardigans have for this show.



This night, we had a fan group dinner in a restaurant at Mermaid Quay, called Demiros, a nice place, which was packed on this Friday night. It was a great evening, meeting a lot of other fans for the first time and some again and getting to know some more. What I really enjoyed is how virtual people I knew from fan groups, Facebook and Twitter became real people. You may have known their names and faces,  but meeting them in real life and talking and chatting to them is definitely something else. So we had a great dinner, great chat and even some entertainment. John didn't come to sing for us ;),  he was doing  his concert in Blackpool that night, by the way, but there were singers in the restaurant who sang opera arias for us, and quite professionally, I should add.


Oh, and I should mention that the Roald Dahl Plass, The Millennium Centre and the Torchwood Tower also look spectacular when it's dark – and again, so many Torchwood moments came to my mind...

So I finally made it back to the B&B, which is quite an achievement considering the...ummm...creative Cardiff bus system. I don't know how the Cardigans deal with THAT. Every city bus map I looked on has this really big dot „City Centre“ on it, as if it was one big central bus stop, when it is actually dozens of bus stops with different names somewhere in the city centre. But you can't find them on the bus plan, as it's all absorbed under „City Centre“ which is confusing!



The next day started early and I knew it would be a long one, so I started with a good basis of...well, no breakfast at all. There was no time for that, as our tour of the city was to start early. And I had to get there first...the bus system, you know...  As it turned out, there was no time for a coffee or tea or a snack later either. And certainly not for dinner. I managed to eat nothing until late that night. I probably solely lived on excitement all day.


The group was taken on a Cardiff sightseeing tour by Tony Lloyd, a great guy and fantastic guide for Woodies and Whovians, and we really had a fun tour around the city with him. Check him out on FB if you are looking for a guide! Oh, we went to so many torchwoodesque places, but it wasn't all Torchwood or Doctor Who on that tour. We saw a lot of sights...the Castle, the National Museum of Wales, where inside a lot of Who and Torchwood scenes had been filmed. :)



Also, we saw the old Glamorgan Building of Cardiff University, which was used to film the alien mayor escaping over the balcony and running away from the  Doctor and his companions in Boom Town. Its balcony also was the place where Captain Jack's first appearance on the balcony in London during WW2 was filmed. We had to re-enact that, of course! :)



We learned some Welsh words and about Wales' national symbols (more or less all stolen from battle enemies, according to Tony ;) ) and some others like leek. How fantastic is that, I mean, which country has something like leek as a national symbol?



We also visited the Castle Arcade, a beautiful Victorian style shopping mall. They filmed Torchwood S1 ep. 13 there, End of Time, when Jack and Gwen had been in Bilis' shop „A Stitch in Time!“ Oh my god, Cardiff is such a treasure chest for me! But not only because of Torchwood, of course. It's just so amazing!


We returned to the Bay by bus to walk around there for another sightseeing tour and it was a beautiful, sunny afternoon – and hey, I actually got sunburnt there, which I didn't really expect at the end of May in Wales!



A bit later it was time to hit the stage door of the Motorpoint Arena to meet John, which means, fangirling content beyond this sentence.
I hadn't met John for over two years, and it actually would only have been my second overall occasion meeting him. The stage door at the Motorpoint Arena actually isn't so much of a stage door, but rather a driveway for delivery or people arriving, with a gate and security guards. So we were crowding at the sides of the driveway. John was late, so we spent some time waiting and entertaining ourselves. Again, it was fun meeting more fans you only knew online so far and chatting and taking pics and selfies.

Moreover, John's dresser Finlay McLay and his musical director Matt Brind joined us for some chat and took pictures with us. Both very lovely guys. Then John finally arrived in his „German beauty“ (his name for his car) with the very recognizable license plate. For those who never met him, know that he is even more handsome in real life than on pictures or tv. :)
As we were standing on both sides of the driveway, John came out and told us he wouldn't be able to take photos with us, as we were too many people and of course he only would do it for all or for no one. Fair enough, I'd say.

By the way, while he stood there, I made a fool of myself, because when he explained that about the pictures taking, I couldn't understand him and gestured that and shouted that to him. So he looked at me and answered something like „yes, that's because I don't want to shout, as I have a concert to do tonight“. Oops! I was so embarrassed, I felt like my face reddening like a tomato and gestured something like „sorry, ok“ to him, at which he reacted with something like an ok- gesture. Oops.

John then signed all our pictures and items for us, chatting a bit with us. He wasn't all goofy and quirky, but rather quiet and focused, yet still very kind. While he signed my „No H8“- bag I told him how thrilled I was to meet him and asked how he was. He replied „very well“ and I said how much I was looking forward to his concert, and he answered something like that I was in for a great night and everyone cheered. And John was off to the next person to sign their things. So this was a brief, but nice encounter. Oh, and John's phone rang during signing, so he stepped aside to take the call. It was obviously his PA Rhys, whom he told that he had forgotten something and asked him to bring it for him. I couldn't understand what it was, but other fans told me that it was his bathroom bag. I only overheard John saying something like „I can't believe I forgot it“, so might as well be.
Finally, John waved us goodbye and he went inside for soundchecks.

Now I had to hurry to get a bus or taxi back to my B&B to change clothes and then go back to pick up my ticket at box office to be in time for the concert and the supporting gig. Unfortunately, the bus stops I found only had buses going to totally unknown directions. And as it is with Murphy's Law, any other time dozens of free taxis would pass by, ready to pick you up, but at that moment? None.
So with growing despair I kept  running back and forth rather panicky in that area of the town, as it became later and later. Then finally I found one! Oh, and the driver asked me whether I was from South Africa, hearing my accent. I thought that was quite funny.

After changing clothes I had yet another adventurous journey with the creative Cardiff bus system, so that I made it just in time to pick up my ticket and to go inside for the concert. The supporting gig had just finished, so I missed Rachael Sage, which was a bit sad as I was curious about her music and singing.
The Motorpoint Arena is a pretty big one, I think, and it was buzzing with people. I think I saw some other fans I knew and some of John's web team, but I was far too excited to really notice.
Then the concert started with „Wrapped Up“ by Olly Murs, which was just another song I didn't think was so special, before I heard John singing it. Plus, John did a fabulous dance number with it with his new dancers who by the way were fantastic. And he already had the audience with this upbeat number. John was clearly very happy to be back in Cardiff, and he said it's coming home for him.

I have seen videos of John's concerts on stage and I have watched him on tv doing different shows including singing, but nothing prepared me for this experience. To watch John singing live on stage is something completely different! He has such a stage presence and can fill the biggest hall or arena with his voice. He's totally capturing your imagination, let alone your attention. I think John is made for the stage. He feels so at home there and is such a creative, spontaneous, yet professional and  dedicated entertainer. His voice for me is perfection and it's so intense when hearing it live. It's so powerful yet like velvet and he can fantastically belt out an 11 o'clock musical number as well as a ballad or a very emotional song. And that's also what was so great about his repertoire, it was so diverse. Who would sing songs like „Loch Lomond“ along with „Cuando, Cuando, Cuando“ or „Xanadu“ and „You Raise Me Up“, „Listen to the Music“ and „Walks like Rhianna“ in one concert? John did -  and he made it work!



One of the next songs was „Hero“,  and I have never heard somebody singing it like this. John puts so much of himself into it, he really lives his music and his songs, so that he had me in tears already with that song. 
Oh, and with „Walks Like Rhianna“, there was a  hilarious dance number again with John and his troupe, the male dancers in mini skirts, like the women, and long hair wigs, too. And some nice comedy with it, John playing terrified when they appeared or lifting their skirts.
Some fans were complaining that he didn't have his former dance troupe with him on this concert tour, but I think, change must happen, it would be boring otherwise, wouldn't it? Fans then would say, oh Barrowman is always doing all the same. ;) And his new dancers, also called the JB4's are equally good & really fitted in with John and the show.

The audience really was also vivid and went with the flow, as I did. Just the people I was sitting next to or in between were rather quiet, so I always felt a bit like a fool or misbehaving when I raised my arms to cheer or clap or jumped up to dance or cheered John loudly after songs. But I didn't stop doing it though – too much fun!
Then there was that sweet moment when John mentioned that little boy Dewi, who suffers from a form of cerebral palsy and needs an operation asap and for whom Eve Myles and Kai Owen had started fundraising shortly before. The boy's parents were in the audience – they happened to sit exactly two rows behind me. John addressed them and spoke about Dewi and asked his fans to donate some money for him and he also passed big plastic buckets for that to people in the front row to collect it during the interval. And I'm proud to say that we fans raised 3000 GBP. John announced it after the break and the parents were in tears – aw! (By the way, if you want to donate yourself, too, you can do it here https://www.justgiving.com/DewisDreams/

During the interval I finally noticed some other fans and chatted a bit with them and I also saw some of John's „webgirls“ and talked to one of them.

John's concert programme contained so many great songs and ideas, like when he sang „Superhero“ while the video screen displayed Malcolm Merlyn scenes from Arrow and the stage was aflame in green (Arrow) light. The song ended with John miming the Dark Archer shooting an arrow.

John's parents weren't on stage in Cardiff, they were having some family gathering up in Scotland. Though I would have liked to see them, I wasn't disappointed, because John and his show just were too good so that I didn't miss anything. But he made one of his dancers, Callum Aylott sing a song on stage. It was after a dance number and the dancers already had left stage and he called him back and asked him to sing „Go The Distance“, which Callum obviously has been auditioning the other day for some show. Poor guy, he was a bit overwhelmed and shy at the beginning, but after a bit of support by John, he really sang well.

Again, I must praise John's choice of songs to sing. As I mentioned, it was a really great mixture. And sometimes I was totally surprised, wouldn't have expected him to sing some of them. Like „Everlasting Love“. He shared a wonderful and sweet story about his Mum's 80th birthday with a video of her welcoming her childhood friend who was a surprise guest and whom she hadn't seen for decades. And I have loved that song for so long! As it is with John, he doesn't just sing those songs, he does his own rendition of it, with the Barrowman-twist, so to speak, as he did with this one, with some variations which showed off his amazing singing talent. He also gave us what he called his „Diana Ross“-moment during that song, when he made them turn up the house lights and told us to hug the person to the left and the one to the right and shouted at us if we wouldn't. ;) That was a real challenge for the woman next to me – she probably thought I'd crush her, but in the end, she did it, bless her. ;)
I was also thrilled that John sang two Cole Porter songs: „Thing called Love“ and „Just one of these Things“. Awesome! I sometimes think Cole Porter must have written the songs with John in mind to sing them, he sings them so beautifully, with so much energy and verve, and his voice is perfect for them.

John's outfits also were fabulous, with a lot of sparkle on his collars and sleeves -  masses of sequins on it as well as on his shoes. From his videos and tweets we know Finlay had a shit load of work putting them on and repairing it when they fell off on stage! And you should definitely see John on stage in sparkly kilt, that was amazing!



He wore it when he sung „Loch Lomond“ which again made me cry and got the audience onto their feet, as they did several times this evening. As encore he sang his very own theme song „I Am What I Am“ and audience cheered and applauded wildly when he finished and finally went off stage.
Wow. I was sad when it was over and I immediately wanted to see it again, a feeling which stayed with me for the rest of John's tour which I then only was able to follow from afar. :(
It's not just John singing or dancing, his concerts are a piece of art and entertainment. He sings, he dances with his troupe, he tells stories and shows pictures and videos with them. I follow John on social media, but many of the stories and pics and videos were new to me and he has so much comedy talent when he performs them or imitates people.

For instance he showed a video where he and Scott threw some balls for their dogs down a hallway in their hotel on a trip to San Francisco and the dogs chasing after them. He then told us that after that he got a call from the „duty manager“of the hotel who had a heavy spanish accent and told him they had heard John „was rolling his balls“ in the hall. Me writing about it is not even a quarter as funny as John telling the story and imitating the guy's voice. Hilarious! That particular story also was an introduction to the song „This is the Moment“ and for John just one of these moments in life you have to enjoy to the fullest, as they never come back!  All his stories were great fun,  and John also interacted a lot with the audience – chatting naughtily with some, especially (probably hot) guys. :)
It was a great evening! If you ever have the chance to see John live on stage in concert – do it! It was absolutely and ultimately so much more than worth the effort, the costs and the slightly complicated journey to Cardiff and back!
There are a lot of songs and stories from the concerts online, so check them out on YT and other sites if you would like to see and hear what I've mentioned here. :) It will certainly whet your appetite for John's concerts!
After the concert we went back to the stage door to wave John goodbye. As John was driving himself home, he couldn't come out the sun roof of course to wave us, but he wouldn't have anyway, as it was raining – naturally. So we only watched him leaving the Motorpoint Arena and driving away to Sully. I was pretty wet by then and so we all got a taxi to get on our way back to our hotels.

The whole Cardiff trip and John's concert was an awesome adventure, so I won't bore you with pathetic stories of  my lost train ticket (which I managed to print out again thanks to great help from a friend – thanks, Audrey -  and the people in my B&B – thanks, Paul!) or of an exhaustingly long and annoying journey back home including awful airports, coffee shops with rude employees and missed trains late at night at godforsaken railway stations (After 13 hours travelling, I finally arrived home on Sunday night). Let's just focus on positive things which happened after that awesome concert: I had a great breakfast in my B&B including fantastic Veggie Eggs Benedict – to die for! After checking out, I took the bus to the Bay and sat by the Torchwood tower, walked around Mermaid Quay and bought Welsh Cakes (delicious!) and also walked over to the Norwegian Church and patted the Scott sculpture just like Tommy did in „To the Last Men“ (unfortunately, I have no picture of that – my camera battery already died on Saturday)
It was a great trip, just too short, and I must come back to Cardiff as soon as possible, with more time on my hands!

And when there will be the next JB-concert tour – I will definitely be there again!

John's concert set list

First half:
Wrapped Up
Quando Quando Quando
Hero
Just One of those Things
Thing Called Love
Listen to the Music
Thousand Years
This is the Moment
Xanadu

Second half:
Keep It Comin' Love
Superheroes
Walks Like Rhianna
Loch Lomond
Everlasting Love
You Raise Me Up
I Am What I Am











Thursday, 30 April 2015

Fans Fiction Captain Jack Harkness meets Marcel Proust by Claudia Lindner


Louis Georges Eugene Marcel Proust was a French author and critic.  He was born on July 10th, 1871 in Paris.  He was from a wealthy bourgeois family, his father being a doctor and his mother being a member of a wealthy banker family. 

In 1881 he was first diagnosed with asthma. 

He received higher education at Paris Lycee Condorcet; he also made his first attempts in writing there.  After graduating, Proust joined the military for a year in 1889 and then started studying law.  Proust made the acquaintance of many well known and /or dubious personalities of the French cultural communities of the time. 
In 1894, Proust got to know the singer Reynoldo Hahn with whom he had a passionate love relationship with until 1896, when they broke up, but remained on cordial terms with each other.  Proust also then finished his law studies without graduating, but acquired an academic grade with a social science study. 
In the same year he published his first book.  ‘Les plaisirs et les jours’ (The Pleasures and the Days).  Proust even engaged in a duel with a critic who had made an ambiguent comment about his first novel.

In the following years, Proust continued writing and translating.  He suffered from depression when his parents died and over the years constantly also suffered from neurasthenia, a kind of nervous debility which the main symptoms were exhaustion, anxiety and headaches but also melancholia.  Neurasthenia was a kind of fashionable complaint of the Upper Classes at the end of the 19th and the beginning of the 20th century.  Proust even sought treatment in a sanatorium in 1905 for several weeks.

Again, we have no information from Captain Jack mentioning Proust about where they met.  There is no information about a possible Proust journey to Britain and the Torchwood Commander’s log is not helpful with that either.  So we have to rely upon the Captain’s private diary again for some hints:

May 11th, 1909

   “Sometimes I think I can’t stand being with Torchwood one more day.  Their Victorian brutality is appalling.  I try my best to prevent the worst, but I don’t always succeed.  In fact, I have failed three times consecutively now and if I fail it means some alien is killed for doing nothing wrong, just because it fell through the Rift.  Failures like this make me angry and being angry ultimately makes me careless, and I can’t afford to become careless…”

Obviously, Jack was a bit frustrated from his work with Torchwood sometimes, maybe he suffered even some kind of burnout?

May 14th, 1909

   “I’m fed up with Torchwood!  I can’t stand their smug faces, their ignorance…I hate seeing them, I hate going to work every day – early in the morning, because, of course, you can only be a decent person in the Victorian thinking if you get up at the crack of dawn!  Ugh, I could complain here forever.  I need a change of scenery, some time off.  And I hear Paris is lovely in May!  I told the Commander.  He was not pleased, but who cares? I’m off!”

So it wasn’t a Torchwood investigation that led to the encounter with Marcel Proust.  The Captain just needed a holiday and some fresh air.  Following the Captain’s diary entry we see this note in the Torchwood log:

1909, May 15th

   “Field Agent Captain Harkness told me that he wished to take some time off from his work for Torchwood and do some travelling.  Usually, Torchwood agents are not supposed to decide to take time off their duties on their own.  But given the fact that I observed a certain tendency lately with Captain Harkness, losing his temper easily and not being on his company manners in the best interest of the Empire, I decided to grant him a hiatus, which I of course limited to a certain extent.  Also I informed Captain Harkness that he would of course not be paid during the months of his absence.”

Considering his anger and frustration, Captain Jack might even have left without Torchwood’s permission, but anyway, he actually went to Paris:

May 23rd, 1909

   Paris.  It’s really nice and relaxing.  The fine weather – why does it always seem to be sunny here but never does in Cardiff or London?  Anyway, I love walking along the promenades, the boulevards and sitting in the cafes.  Some of the nightclubs are also very nice – well, not in the bourgeois way, but rather naughty. 
I got myself a nice room with a view in a central Paris proper boarding house.  The concierge keeps looking at me suspiciously whenever she meets me, but I don’t think that’s personal, but probably the way she would treat any foreigner.”

And obviously, he quickly made new acquaintances…

June 1st, 1909

   “I got to know a man in a café today, one of the more posh places at the Boulevard St Michel.  A gentleman, well dressed, perfect manners.  We got into conversation when the waiter asked me something in French, which I didn’t understand and he helped me out.  His English is quite good, which is unusual for Frenchmen in this era.  For a gentleman, he sized me up quite frankly and seemed interested in me.  I found him quite interesting too, though he is actually not my type at all.  He is a very serious looking man, rather pale, wearing a moustache.  But he seemed to be a smart guy, the conversation was quite worthwhile.  He is a writer or journalist, or both and very thoughtful.  And his strong French accent is kind of cute.  We might meet again.”

Can we assume that this was Marcel Proust?

June 23rd, 1909

   “Walking in the Tuileries with Marcel.  He keeps asking me a lot of questions about me, about what I do, where I come from…Can’t tell him much, even if I would like to because he is a really nice guy.  Very intelligent, with a good sense of humour – sometimes.  He is likeable, even if he sometimes seems to be much younger than he actually is.  And from what I can tell, he definitely is interested.  The way he looks at me sometimes, and when he says ‘Jacques, cher ami’ …and all the little gestures and touches.  I’m not falling in love, but I’m in the mood for some fun.”

Despite his charm, Jack seemed to have a rough ride with that man though:

July 29th, 1909

   “Oh my God, do they never have sex in France?  And I thought the opposite was true!  I have been courting him for over a month now.  All those profound conversations, brilliant thoughts.  But, ugh, sometimes I just don’t want to talk anymore.  After a splendid dinner with fine wines and the company of his educated, really nice friends, we walk home and I invite him to my place.  He would come up, we have a glass of cognac and the conversation gets more intimate.  We even kiss a little bit, but no French kissing!  By the way, did the French really invent this kind of kissing?  I have my doubts!  He always seems too tense and too nervous to just let go and have some fun.  I once asked him one night, when he once again kept me at a distance after some innocent kisses.  He replied that this was his ‘condition’ which I didn’t really get.  Jeez, this man is so complicated!”

But eventually, things got better…

August 13th, 1909

   “Had a great night with Marcel.  Opera and dinner first – then we went back to my place.  Maybe it’s the summer or maybe he just started to let go his worries or anxieties a bit, but he is quite a passionate lover.  Who would have expected that?”

It was still complicated though…

September 9th, 1909

   “This man is driving me crazy!  There are days when he cancels our dates because he refuses to leave the house.  He says he feels too weak and that every external stimulus is too much for him.  Even birds chirping disturb him.  He is also depressed, though nobody knows this word here yet.  I feel helpless then, and when I ask him what I can do for him he says there isn’t much I could do apart from leave him alone as he was bad company to me.  Though there are good times too, and it’s not that it’s not good and fun when we are together, the sex is still great, it’s just…it doesn’t happen too often at the moment…”

It looks like Monsieur Proust took Jack on some kind of rollercoaster journey sometimes:

September 23rd, 1909

   “…And thankfully, Marcel has recovered from his malady, which he calls neurasthenia.  It’s obviously some kind of stress disease, with symptoms of weakness, exhaustion and headaches.  He told me many people he knows suffer from it.  Many upper class people.  This disease seems to be some kind of luxury upper class condition whereas working class people have far more serious diseases to deal with.  I dared to mention that one night during dinner at his favourite restaurant which I had arranged.  Oh boy, I shouldn’t have – no, really!  I had hardly finished the sentence when it insulted in an utterly childish outburst on his part.  Did he even stomp his foot?  Anyway, he yelled at me for five minutes about what a ‘terrible’ (French pronunciation) person I was, how I could be so ignorant (I almost had to laugh at that one) and superficial.  This coming from the man who you could easily call a snob, who spent a lot of nights at the Ritz and spent a lot of money for tips, expensive gifts, flowers for ladies and lots of other useless stuff…
But he stormed out of the restaurant.  How can someone so thoughtful and serious at the same time be so immature?  Needless to mention that there was no sex that night.”


September 28th, 1909

   “I walked along the Seine this afternoon with Marcel, who finally decided to speak to me again after the night at the restaurant.  I apologised for giving him the impression that I wasn’t taking his condition seriously, the asthma, but also the stress disease.  But I couldn’t help asking if he wouldn’t feel better if he wasn’t taking everything so seriously.  At that, he looked at me with his deep, dark eyes and said: “Life is painful, Jacques.”  Anyway, despite everything, we can’t only suffer all the time.  He then turned to me and said that only in suffering do we recognise beauty.  Could you be more pathetic?  Jeez.  I pulled his chin to me and kissed him.  Then I answered:  “I don’t believe that.”

And so, their relationship continued to deteriorate, as it seems.  Until…


October 14th, 1909

   “It’s over.  I just came home from Marcel after I told him.  It just didn’t work any more.  I think I finally realised it when I had breakfast with him yesterday at his place.  Over the newspaper he ranted about the despicable state of the French political system and society.  To distract him I suggested a trip to the countryside, which made him furious.  He then shouted at me that I was so superficial and that I must lead a very worry-free life.  And that he couldn’t afford to take things so lightly like I would!  I felt my anger building up and thought about giving him an appropriate answer – what does he know of my life?  At least, what I said to him would only cause another childish outburst. I would never tell him anything, because I don’t love or care about him and would flirt with other men all the time anyway.  I told him I would leave him to calm down and when he was open to reasonable talk again he should let me know.  When I passed through the door I heard the sound of porcelain crashing – he obviously threw a mug after me.”

October 16th, 1909

   “Today I decided it’s time to move on and I went to him and told him that I enjoyed being with him but that it’s over.  That I lived a lot of lives and will go on living a lot of lives, and that none of them were free of worry or pain.  He looked at me and asked: “Who are you?”  I wish I had gotten a pound whenever someone asked me that.
   “A traveller who has seen so many different times of which some are lost forever.”  I explained that my life isn’t easy either, but that I can’t live with so much angst, sorrow and drama all the time.  “I have to go.”  I said, and he stood up and took a step or two in my direction, but then stopped and turned around and sighed.  I wanted to go to him, but he raised one hand to stop me.  “Just leave.”  Was all he said.  So I went but turned one last time to say “Au revoir.”  Okay, maybe that was a bit cheesy after all, but what else could I say?

I think I’ll head for the Cote d’Azur for my remaining weeks of holidays – maybe enjoy an after season breeze by the sea.”
This was the last entry in Captain Jack’s diary of the time with Marcel Proust.  There was a brief note in his diary from Cannes, so he obviously went to the Cote d’Azur

Proust continued his life as a writer in the following years.  He also got closer to his driver, Alfred Agostinelli, and after 1912, fell in love with him unluckily.  Proust started writing his main literary work ‘Remembrance of Things Past”.  In 1914, Agostinelli died in a plane crash, which made Proust fall into a deep depression.

In 1916 his second volume of ‘Remembrance’ was accepted by the publisher Gallimard whose editor Andre Gide had still refused to publish the first edition of it, but now published the work in the new literary journal ‘Nouvelle Revue Francaise’.  The seven volume oeuvre is the most important of Proust’s work for which he received the Prix Goncourt, the highest French literary award in 1919.  In 1920 he was appointed Knight of the Legion of Honour.

Marcel Proust died November 18th, 1922 in Paris of pneumonia, age 51. 

His last three volumes of ‘Remembrance of Things Past’ were published posthumously. 

Marcel Proust never mentioned or hinted at his encounter with Jack Harkness.  Maybe it was painful for him or maybe it was just a summer adventure, a little affaire d’amour for him.  Probably.  Clearly, Captain Jack in the end was rather frustrated and often annoyed of his behaviour which is probably why he described him as ‘immature’ to Owen.
Something must have fascinated him about Proust, otherwise he wouldn’t have kept his quote in mind for so long – admitting that he never actually read his works.
Maybe these two men were too different from each other to really be lovers, and weren’t able to fully appreciate who the other was.  The immortal, time travelling man from the 51st century, trying to keep the world safe from alien (d)riftwood on the one hand and on the other the French 19th century author, suffering in mind and body, being a bourgeois snob, yet a great thinker. 

There is that quote from Proust:  “Let us be grateful to people who make us happy.  They are the charming gardeners who makes our souls blossom.”  Maybe that referred a little bit to Jack?

For Jack it probably was one of those impossible encounters whose end had to come soon and which Captain Jack took rather lightly.  So many men, so little time…






Fans Fiction Captain Jack Harkness meets Chris Isherwood by Claudia Lindner



Back in time…

Christopher William Bradshaw-Isherwood was born 26th August, 1904 on his family’s estate in Highlane, Cheshire.  In 1914, he joined St. Edmund’s School, where he met and befriended W.H. Auden.  In Cambridge he studied history, but failed the final exam in 1925 and left the Corpus Christi college without a degree.  He lived with the violinist Andre Mangeot for a while working as a secretary for his string quartet.  In 1928, he started a study of medicine at King’s College, London, which he abandoned in 1929.  In this year, he joined W.H. Auden and went to Berlin, where he stayed until 1933.  In 1932, he got to know his lover and partner for several years, Heinz Neddermeyer.

His time in Berlin was a very formative one for Isherwood and he not only nostalgically remembered it for the rest of his life, but it also inspired him to write two of his first big novels ‘Berlin Stories’ and ‘Mr Norris Changes Train’.  The musical ‘Cabaret’ was based on characters of both novels.  They capture Isherwood’s experiences and shaped the early 30s Berlin image in the Anglo-Saxon language area and brought him early literary fame.

We don’t know how exactly Captain Jack Harkness met Isherwood and under which circumstances, but from what Jack said in ‘Reset’, we can assume they were both enjoying themselves and in Berlin – ‘cruising’ and having a little ‘thing’ thing going on.  That said, I suppose it was cruising in the gay culture sense of the word meant seeking short time sexual adventures.

Although our posh Captain might have liked some nights on the City central’s famous and very elegant Kurfürstendamm, Isherwood spent most of his time in the working class district of Kreuzberg, which was also the centre of gay culture and freedom at this time in Berlin, with a large number of pubs and clubs frequented by gay people.  We can assume that Jack also enjoyed spending time at those places.  This quote from the Captain may also indicate that Jack was with Isherwood after December 1930, when the author had moved to the district of SchÅ‘neberg in Berlin, at Nollendorfplatz, the gay and lesbian district and also closer to Kurfürstendamm.

But Jack didn’t tell his team what exactly brought him to Berlin in the first place when he mentioned Isherwood.  So we must take a look in the Torchwood archives to see if Jack was officially sent there or was on a private mission…

Torchwood – Commander’s Log 1929:

June 16th

   “Received information from Crown and government about some possible political radical movement growing in Germany, which might become a threat to the Empire.  The Crown wants Torchwood to investigate whether alien involvement is possible, as its rising seems quite sudden, unpredictable and quick…
Decided to send Field Agent Captain Harkness to Berlin to investigate.  Captain Harkness though seemed reluctant to go there.  Possibly was again covertly investigating the whereabouts of the target known as The Doctor.  Had to remind Captain Harkness severely of his duties.  The Captain left for Berlin with his order today.”

Probably the threat the Captain was sent to investigate was the Nazi movement rising at the end of the Republic of Weimar in Germany.

To learn what the Captain thought about his mission, we have to search in his private diary:

Berlin, 5th December 1929

   “I’ve been in Berlin for some months now.  I still have no idea what I should do here.  That theory about alien involvement in that Nazi movement is utter nonsense of course, that is obvious to me, even if I didn’t know what will happen.  A threat to the Empire?  Certainly, they are a threat to every decent human being!  But alien threat?  Nope, this nemesis is all human.  Boy, sometimes Torchwood is so delusional, that I can’t seem to be able to wait another day for the Doctor to arrive…maybe, the day he arrives I’ll tell Torchwood that their frickin’ Empire will be gone in a few decades…
Anyway, I think I’ll stay in Berlin for longer, ‘investigate’ for Torchwood and keep sending them the field reports they so love.  Berlin seems to be quite an exciting city.  Very much going on here.  A lot of bars and pubs full of men…too bad, I hardly understand any German, though…but some things are just international obviously…”

And another entry, a few months later

Berlin, 11th February 1930

“Talked to a guy at Cosy Corner last night.  Great place by the way.  Full of hookers, but also regular, working class guys.  He told me of an Englishman who is giving lessons in German.  Walter told me, he is a writer of some kind and gave me his address, which is somewhere near the big zoo, the Große Tiergarten.  I think I’ll pay him a visit in the next few days.”

So this has obviously been how the Captain got to know Christopher Isherwood, who at the time was teaching German for a living – apart from getting regular allowances from a wealthy uncle:

Berlin, 7th March 1930

   “Another lesson with Chris, he’s a good teacher, but I’m a terrible student.  I’ve never been good at the studying thing, learning theoretically.  But when we’re out for a night, Chris says, I’m great with conversations.  So I always drag him out on the streets, preferably in Kreuzberg…not that you have to drag Chris out on the streets very much.  He loves cruising as much as I do…
Chris is a fantastic writer, his ability to observe, to see things, people and stories and to write them down is uncanny.  And that’s how he sees himself too, as an observer, as a public eye…’I’m a camera’, that’s what he often says…”

But soon Torchwood called him back, as it seems, Jack was quite reluctant to leave once again:

Berlin, 24th May 1930

   “Chris asks me not to go, but I have to leave.  Torchwood wants me to come back.  I don’t want to go…don’t want to leave Chris.  I have no choice though.  And what if I stay, and the Doctor finally comes back?   Besides Torchwood won’t just let me go.  When will I ever learn?  What happened with Angelo should have taught me a lesson…”

After this, there were no more diary entries from Berlin.  Jack seemed to have gone back to Cardiff and Torchwood, where the next thing we hear from him was a Torchwood field report.

After Hitler came to power, Isherwood left Berlin and among other places in the world he lived in London, on the Canary Islands, in Spanish-Morocco, Copenhagen, Brussels and Amsterdam and the Portuguese town of Sintra.  In 1933/1934 he worked for the British film studio Gaumont-British as screenwriter, later as advisor for director Berthold Viertel.  In 1938, Isherwood and Auden went on a reportage trip to China.  In 1939, he emigrated to the US, where he first lived in NYC for three months, but then moved to Los Angeles.  He decided to stay because he felt “Los Angeles is a great place to feel at home, because everyone is from somewhere else.”

Maybe Jack did visit Christopher Isherwood once more later?  He mentioned not having seen the Pacific for 70 years, when he arrived at Malibu during Miracle Day with his team.  Maybe Jack met him there once more or just watched him from a distance.

During the War, Isherwood registered as a Conscientious Objector as he didn’t want to shoot Germans but later volunteered with the Medical Corps.  After teaching English to German refugees in 1941 and 1942 for the Quaker organisation, Society of Friends in Pennsylvania,  Isherwood returned to Los Angeles

In 1946 he became an US citizen.  He later moved to Santa Monica, California where he lived with his partner at the time, Bill Caskey.  He continued to work as a writer, script writer in Hollywood and a guest professor for English literature. 

During his life in the US, he experienced a lengthy creative crisis.  Isherwood considered his life in the US as ‘empty, vain, trivial and tragic’, but he also met and befriended a lot of other creatives and writers during that time, among them Truman Capote and Aldous Huxley. 

In 1951, motives from his ‘Berlin Stories’ became the basis of the Broadway Play ‘I Am A Camera’ which is the quote from Martha Jones in ‘Reset’.  The autobiographical play looks at life in Berlin rooming house of 1930 with a photographic eye.  Chris is a struggling young writer whose novel ‘I Am A Camera’ concerns the events occurring around him in the Berlin of 1930.  In 1953 he met his partner Don Bachardy, with whom he stayed together with until his death in 1986.  The couple became well known in Hollywood and an example for the Californian gay community.

Isherwood’s work include the 1962 novel ‘Down There On A Visit’ which was again Berlin-themed and ‘A Single Man’ 1964, (you may have seen the Tom Forde movie starring Colin Firth).  From the 70s on his work also addressed his own homosexuality and Isherwood engaged in the US Gay Rights Movement. 

In 1976, he published his autobiography ‘Christopher and His Kind’ which was adapted into a TV film by the BBC in 2010, directed by Geoffrey Sax and starring Matt Smith as Christopher Isherwood.

Christopher Isherwood died of prostate cancer on January 6th, 1986 at his house in Santa Monica, California.

Did Jack learn of his death and did he mourn him and indulge himself in some nostalgic memories of their time together?  We don’t know, but maybe, being immortal and experiencing so much loss over and over again, Jack maybe had to find a way to deal with these emotions and not let them affect him deeply anymore. 














Sunday, 1 March 2015

The Coffee Shop Caption Comps 'Adam'



What is Adam thinking as he stares at Gwen?


Betty Dee: Gwen thinks “Don’t stare at me – you’re creepy.”  While Adam wonders “Would she be up for a threesome with Tosh and me?”…

Claudia Lindner: Adam thinks “Judging by her memories, there’s nothing interesting at all going on in that woman’s private life.”


What did young Jack do to make his Mum cry?

Claudia Lindner: Mum: “What? You saw an ancient blue phone box standing on the beach and you didn’t fetch me?”

Betty Dee: Jack: “I failed my Math exam.”

~Jack~: Mom: What do you mean you recorded over The Great British Bake off?”















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Wednesday, 29 October 2014

The Coffee Shop Caption Comps Sleeper


Caption This


Ianto in the mind probe chair

Claudia Lindner: "Wow, these massage chairs from the Lotus Nebula are a...ma...zinggggg..."

Morgana Raven Wolf "Oh yes, just there Jack."

Betty Dee:  "Oh my God, did I really just check out Owen's bum?"

Betty Dee: 'No way I'm ever going to try out this sex toy with Jack!'

Claudia Lindner Ianto: "whoa...Jack, when you said, "massage armchair", I didn't expect it to massage this region..whoa..."


Caption This


Jack points the Webley

Betty Dee: "You dared damaging that coat?  Ianto's gonna kill you!"

"ZombieAbaddon" Captain Jack Harkness decides that he can no longer bear to hear the Candy Crush Saga on Gwen's phone and decides to terminate the account once and for all...

Claudia Lindner:  "I'm serious, I really will shoot you if you play another Justin Bieber song!"