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  • LaVita
    OMG! I love her, especially the story about John and Scott getting drunk while they were underage. My sister did that for me and my sister. Both of us were
    Message 1 of 3 , Sep 3, 2010
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      OMG! I love her, especially the story about John and Scott getting drunk
      while they were underage. My sister did that for me and my sister. Both of
      us were underage by more then a few months.

      On Fri, Sep 3, 2010 at 4:41 PM, pfyre <oshaun@...> wrote:

      > The classic Doctor Who monster that terrified young John Barrowman
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      > http://cache.gawkerassets.com/assets/images/8/2010/09/6a00e551becc98883400e5539d78058833-800wi.jpg
      > >
      > The classic Doctor Who monster that terrified young John Barrow
      > By Carole E. Barrowman - Chicks Dig Time Lords
      > Carole Barrowman talks about growing up as a fan
      > of Doctor Who alongside her younger brother John
      > - who became famous as the Doctor's sexiest
      > companion, Captain Jack Harkness, in this excerpt
      > from the anthology Chicks Dig Time Lords.
      > When my baby brother, John, was born, the Doctor
      > was in his second regeneration, Jamie was the
      > Doctor's companion, and the TARDIS still had that
      > new time capsule smell to it. I was scared of
      > Daleks, terrified of the Cybermen, and the new
      > baby in the Barrowman house was driving me mad.
      > He cried constantly. Even after packing his mouth
      > full of salt ‘n vinegar chips in an attempt to
      > silence the alien creature, he still managed
      > regularly to disturb the peace of my childhood universe.
      > When the Doctor was in his third regeneration,
      > ditzy Jo was his companion, I was still afraid of
      > Daleks, a bit creeped out by the Master, but the
      > baby brother was growing on me. In fact, so much
      > so that while shopping in Glasgow one Saturday
      > morning, I insisted – and when I say insisted I
      > mean forced with my arms clamped tightly around
      > his chest – he stand outside a department store
      > window for two or three minutes to make sure the
      > mannequins weren't really Autons and that they
      > were not poised to crash out of the display and
      > follow us home. They were not and they did not,
      > but baby brother checked his back the entire trip.
      > When the Doctor was in his fourth regeneration,
      > first Sarah Jane and then K9 were his loyal
      > companions, Davros emerged from suspended
      > animation with only minor injuries and John and I
      > were finding our place in a new world. It was the
      > late 70s, and my family had recently emigrated
      > from Scotland to the United States. John and I
      > spent many Sunday evenings watching the Doctor's
      > exploits on WTTW in Chicago, relishing in the
      > campiness of this particular Doctor's persona,
      > and, at least for me, in the curiosity of
      > journalist Sarah Jane. Next to Bob Woodward and
      > his cohorts, I'm convinced Sarah Jane influenced
      > my initial career choice. Problem was, in my
      > world no newsrooms were offering time-travel as a
      > perk. Two years ago in Cardiff Bay, John and I
      > ran into Elizabeth Sladen (aka Sarah Jane). I
      > mumbled incoherently when John introduced us (let
      > me add here that I behaved in a similar fashion
      > the first time I met David Tennant only with more
      > gushing and giggling on my part).
      > The classic Doctor Who monster that terrified young John Barrow
      > Despite my advancing age during this incarnation
      > (19ish), I remained skittish of Daleks and John
      > continued to be terribly traumatized from his
      > incident with the Autons in Glasgow. Although my
      > family settled into our new lives in the US
      > fairly smoothly, those Sunday nights held a
      > certain nostalgia for John and me. We could
      > almost taste the Doctor's jelly babies.
      > When the Doctor was in his fifth regeneration,
      > well, honestly, I couldn't take him seriously as
      > a Time Lord. This Doctor reminded me far too much
      > of Dorothy Sayer's foppish detective Lord Peter
      > Wimsey. Plus around this time I was watching
      > reruns of All Creatures Great and Small and all I
      > could see in this Doctor was Tristan Farnon –
      > adorable vet. I expected that at any moment he'd
      > do a flea and tic check on K-9. This Doctor's
      > companion was Tegan, an "airline hostess" (it was
      > the 80s), and later Peri, short for Perpugilliam
      > (the writers had to be on drugs) who I seem to
      > recall spent a lot of time dressed in shorts the
      > width of a valance and skin-tight leotards. As
      > young Americans, John and I loved that Peri was
      > the Doctor's first American companion – and she
      > would remain the only American companion until
      > the entire series regenerated in 2005 and Captain
      > Jack Harkness (a.k.a. my baby brother) and his
      > Chula ship landed on the Whovian landscape.
      > During much of the fifth Doctor's exploits, I was
      > in graduate school at Northern Illinois
      > University studying the history of the novel, the
      > Covenanters, John Milton and the Protestant
      > Revolution. John was finishing high school,
      > performing in amateur productions and high school
      > musicals and reveling in the exploits of the
      > Carringtons on Dynasty. The Doctor receded in our
      > shifting universes, but John and I were known, on
      > occasion, to begin phone conversations to each
      > other humming the trademark electronic melody: "Bungalung, bungalung, woo
      > hoo!"
      > During the Doctor's sixth through eighth
      > regenerations I got married, got tenure, and had
      > children; therefore, I've very little memory of
      > my own activities – never mind knowing the
      > defining moments of those particular Doctors or
      > their trusty companions. I did, however, continue
      > to nurse a deep dread of Daleks. In fact, I
      > remember waking up in a cold sweat one night when
      > my son's Darth Vader toy started rasping from
      > under his blankets. I was convinced I was about to be exterminated.
      > "Kill Davros!" I shrieked at my husband before I'd let him back into bed.
      > Despite John's dabbling in the Lucas universe in
      > the 70s and 80s and my developing passion for
      > Mulder and his X-Files, John and I remained
      > steadfast fans of the Doctor. It was during these
      > final regenerations of the classic Doctor that
      > John walked into a theater in London's West End
      > for an open audition for a revival of the Cole
      > Porter's Anything Goes and walked out with one of
      > the lead roles. He went on to star in Andrew
      > Lloyd Weber and Cameron Mackintosh's biggest
      > musicals, sang Sondheim at The Kennedy Center,
      > played Broadway with Carol Burnett, performed in
      > a number of TV shows both in the UK and the US,
      > and released a variety of CDs. Although his star
      > was rising in the celebrity firmament, he still
      > quickened his pace whenever he walked past
      > mannequins in a department store window.
      > The classic Doctor Who monster that terrified young John Barrow
      > The Doctor's ninth manifestation may have been a
      > short-lived one, but it dramatically altered our
      > sibling universe when, nine episodes into the
      > season, Captain Jack conned his way onto the
      > TARDIS and into the hearts of fans everywhere.
      > This Doctor's significant companion was Rose
      > Tyler, and, although his persona was more
      > brooding than playful, his regeneration
      > kick-started the franchise anew and sent Who fans
      > like me into our Dalek lunch boxes, or to the
      > back of our basements in search of our sonic
      > screwdriver pens and wind-up K-9s (one sits on my desk to this day).
      > As wonderful as it was to have the Doctor active
      > in our universe again, this incarnation was
      > traumatic on a personal level. To my complete
      > horror in the final episode of the series, "The
      > Parting of the Ways," the Daleks back my baby
      > brother into a corner and kill him. Bam! Just
      > like that. I was gobsmacked. I stared at my
      > husband for a beat, paused the television, leapt
      > from the couch, and grabbed for the phone. Within
      > minutes of seeing my childhood fear realized and
      > my unshakable paranoia vindicated, I tracked John
      > down in London and interrogated him fully. What's
      > your middle name? Mum's maiden name? My middle
      > name? I had to be sure there was no permanent damage.
      > Given our shared history with the Doctor, I
      > reveled in John's stories about life in the
      > TARDIS (of course it's real). In fact, when John
      > first read the script that intimated Captain Jack
      > was the Face of Boe, he immediately called
      > Russell T Davies to make sure he'd read
      > correctly. Then, disregarding the time difference
      > between the UK and the US, he called me. It was 4
      > a.m., and you don't want to know what my husband
      > said before I could get back into bed.
      > "Kill Davros!" pales in comparison.
      > John had to keep this delicious detail a secret,
      > but he was bursting with Whovian geekiness and he
      > knew even if the Sontarans tortured me, the
      > secret would be safe. John also knew no one else
      > in the family would appreciate the sheer enormity
      > and the utter brilliance of Russell's story arc.
      > This cool revelation about Captain Jack
      > notwithstanding, it's actually the single line
      > mantra from Jack's debut episode that still sends
      > John and I into a laughing jag.
      > At the groom's dinner the night before my
      > wedding, John managed to convince the bartender
      > that he and my soon-to-be-brother-in-law were
      > indeed old enough to taste a martini or two (they
      > were not). Minutes before we were to be seated
      > for dinner, I discovered John and
      > soon-to-be-brother-in-law giggling like idiots at
      > the bar. Naturally, I reamed John out in the
      > classic manner of Big Sisters everywhere. He
      > listened stoically, and then, as I marched away,
      > he yelled across the bar in broad Glaswegian, "Carole, you're not my
      > mother!"
      > "Are you my Mummy?"
      > Respond loudly and in Scottish please: "No, Carole! You're not my mother!"
      > In the Doctor's tenth regeneration his companions
      > were Rose Tyler, Martha Jones and Donna Noble – a
      > mature companion with sass and sarcasm who
      > reminded me of my own female friends. During this
      > Doctor's tenure, Captain Jack was living and
      > dying (and dying again) at Torchwood, the Daleks
      > stopped off in Manhattan (yikes!) before battling
      > for universal supremacy (again), and, in one of
      > my favorite episodes of all time, the Doctor
      > battled his wits with the Bard in "The
      > Shakespeare Code." This Doctor's regeneration saw
      > my children celebrate graduation and birthday
      > milestones, John and his long-time partner,
      > Scott, celebrate their civil union, and – at the
      > height of this Doctor's escapades – after all
      > these years I finally set foot on the TARDIS.
      > John and I were collaborating on his
      > autobiography, Anything Goes, and I was shadowing
      > him on the Torchwood set for six weeks. On my
      > first day, John decided to give me a personal
      > tour of the set, which is spread across an
      > industrial complex in Cardiff. The Torchwood Hub
      > shares the same warehouse space as the interior
      > set for the TARDIS. This means to get to the Hub,
      > John and I had to walk directly in front of this hallowed space.
      > Up to this point in my tour, John had been the
      > consummate professional and polite baby brother.
      > He introduced me to the Torchwood cast and crew,
      > pointed out where to find lunch or dinner and how
      > important it was to get to the food before Gareth
      > David-Lloyd, and then he escorted me to a
      > building at the rear of the complex. Inside, it
      > was full of the flotsam and jetsam of years of
      > scary monsters and fabulous aliens.
      > "Wait here a minute," John said, disappearing
      > behind a heavy black safety curtain.
      > I waited and waited and when I began to worry
      > that baby brother had left me there so he could
      > beat me and Gareth to the food wagon, I yanked aside the black curtain.
      > A full size Dalek charged at me. "Exterminate her! Exterminate her!"
      > My heart went into tachycardia. I think I may have peed my pants.
      > John leapt out from behind the Dalek, laughing
      > hysterically and chanting, "Payback!"
      > Later on our way to the Hub, John and I stepped
      > up on to the TARDIS. Its circular console loomed
      > in front of us, the marks of generations visible
      > all over its detailed surface. I reverently
      > touched a few of the controls. I may have giggled.
      > "We're ready for you, John," called one of the Torchwood assistants.
      > John and I stared at each other for a couple of
      > beats as if our childhood, our own evolving
      > companionship, was displayed in front of us. Then
      > we high-fived each other and burst into a
      > resounding chorus of "Bungalung, bungalung, woo hoo!"
      > This essay is an excerpt from
      > <http://www.madnorwegian.com/product.php?item=chicks>Chicks
      > Dig Time Lords, ed. Lynne M. Thomas and Tara
      > O'Shea, published by Mad Norwegian Press.
      > <
      > http://www.amazon.com/Chicks-Dig-Time-Lords-Celebration/dp/1935234048?tag=gmgamzn-20>Get
      > it here.
      > <http://www.carolebarrowman.com/>Carole E.
      > Barrowman is an English professor at Alverno
      > College in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where she
      > teaches courses on film, writing, and the art of
      > the mystery. She often contributes to The
      > Milwaukee Journal Sentinel and The Minneapolis
      > Star Tribune. She and her brother John co-wrote
      > his autobiography Anything Goes and the comic
      > strip "Captain Jack and the Selkie" (Torchwood
      > Magazine <http://io9.com/tag/14/>#14). John and
      > Carole have also released a follow-up to Anything
      > Goes called I Am What I Am, published by Michael O'Mara Books Ltd.
      > The author of this post can be contacted at <mailto:tips@...<tips%40io9.com>
      > >tips@... <tips%40io9.com>
      > http://io9.com/5628832/the-classic-doctor-who-monster-that-terrified-young-john-barroman

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    • pfyre
      ... actually John and Scott were well old enough to legally drink when they first met - I do believe the story refers to John and Carole s brother-in-law to be
      Message 2 of 3 , Sep 5, 2010
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        At 05:24 PM 9/3/2010, LaVita, annotated:
        >OMG! I love her, especially the story about John and Scott getting
        >drunk while they were underage. My sister did that for me and my
        >sister. Both of us were underage by more then a few months.

        actually John and Scott were well old enough to legally drink when
        they first met - I do believe the story refers to John and Carole's
        brother-in-law to be via soon-to-be husband Kevin - as Carole married
        while John was still in the US at the time - he played flute at her
        wedding - the mix up is the reference to 'Are you my Mummy?' which
        clearly refers to a future time period of John as the 9th Doctor's companion

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