The Drinking Games – Eleventh Doctor Edition

SJ’s drinkalongs have acquired something of a legendary status, at least in her own corner of the blogosphere. Designed to be communal, real-time events in which people sit down and consume vast quantities of alcohol while celebrating particular recurring traits / themes / dialogue in classic movies, they are usually (I gather) fairly vigorous affairs, in which the shots fly thick and fast in the wake of Matthew Broderick breaking the fourth wall in Ferris Bueller, or Wallace Shawn muttering “inconceivable!”. (If you’re going to try that first one, incidentally, I suggest you water down your drinks first, because otherwise you’re not going to get beyond the ‘Twist and Shout’ scene.)

I am on the other side of the Atlantic to SJ, and the time factor – among other things – has rendered me unable to take part in these affairs. My contribution is thus meant to be a semi-wry commentary on certain televisual idioms, and of course it’s Doctor Who related: a way of talking about all the things that bug you while minimising the acidic cynicism that tends to litter this blog when I’m going off on a rant. There are, I’m sure, various Who-themed drinking games littering the internet, and I deliberately didn’t consult a single one. But here is the first in a series, and for various reasons we are going to start with the most recent incarnation of the Time Lord, and work backwards.

 

 

This is far from an exhaustive list, of course, but I don’t think I should include any more. Your liver is far too important to me.