James Moran Gets an Undeserved Kicking

James Moran, for those who don't know, wrote Severance and currently writes for Torchwood. I haven't met him personally, but many of my friends have, and they say he's a top bloke.

He's also got a blog, on which he gave commentary and behind-the-scenes information about last week's Torchwood: Children of Earth serial.

He's unlikely to do that again, because the wanker section of Torchwood fandom went and ruined it.

I know it's not nice to call people wankers, but they went onto James's blog and left comments that would make you think James had slept with their partners, burned down their houses, and murdered their cats. All because something happened on a TV show, and they didn't like it.

I know how easy it is to love a TV show so much you take it personally. I loved The X-Files that much in the 90s, and I took it very personally indeed when my favourite smart paranormal drama turned into an incoherent pile of cliches unworthy of the worst soap opera writer in Christendom.

I'm not saying that's what happened to Torchwood, by the way. I haven't actually seen the serial in question. But even if I did see it and hate it with an intensity usually reserved for paedophiles and the BNP, that wouldn't give me licence to hurl personal insults at the writers on their own blogs.

Play fair kids, or the other kids will take their ball and go home.

Two! Two radio credits! Ah-ah-ah-ah!

(Apologies to readers who didn't grow up watching Sesame Street.)

I got a one-liner into this week's episode of Newsjack. It wasn't the one-liner I thought was funniest out of my submissions, but I have it on good authority I'm wrong about that.

Between that and getting a sketch into Tilt last year, I've been on the radio twice now.

It seems taking a week off and petting the llama (see previous post, I'm not making rude innuendo) did the trick.