Interviewer: Here’s a question I’ve been dying to ask you for years - did you actually get to play any ping-pong with Scarlett Johansson in Match Point?

Mark Gatiss: [Big laugh] No! I played with her double! She was late that day. It was a very curious thing because Woody Allen apparently only goes for like two or three takes, and he’s legendarily straightforward, and everyone’s gone home by 5 o’clock. She was late, and there was a bit of an atmosphere, so I played with her double ‘til she turned up, and then we said hi, and then all my lines were cut. [Laughing] To this day, people ring me up, “I’ve just watched Match Point at 3 in the morning in my hotel,” and they go, “What were you doing?!” I did have some lines that I tried to improvise, but I somehow only survived as a grinning fool. People say to me, “Is Woody Allen a fan?” “Are you mad!? He didn’t even know I was there!” [x]



If anyone could kindly explain to me what exactly is Faction Paradox, that’d be great. Because it seems to me that’s some dark, underground Doctor Who material, and I’m always digging for dark, underground Doctor Who material.

Out of universe: A time travelling group invented by Lawrence Miles who first appeared in the Eighth Doctor Adventures (EDA) novel Alien Bodies. They were a key part to the plot that began with that book and showed up in several more. The last EDA to feature them was Ancestor Cell, by Peter Anghelides and Stephen Cole, which ended the plot in a way that Lawrence Miles didn’t agree with. Because of how copyright works, he was able to go to a different publishing company and begin a series of books featuring Faction Paradox and many Whoniverse characters under different names. When that publishing company (Mad Norwegian Press) went out of business, he moved companies again. The current major form of new Faction material is audios, although there have been some books released recently.

Faction Paradox as a term out of universe refers to the continuity that sprung up once Miles left the Whoniverse.

In universe: In their own words:

First off, imagine…just for a second… that everything’s being run by a bunch of stuck-up immortals who live in the middle of history. Then imagine that some of them started getting itchy and got themselves kicked out. Then imagine that the ones who got kicked out are now having a kind of New Orleans voodoo-carnival across the rest of the universe, only killing anyone who gets in their way. Are you following this?

Cousin Eliza, Faction Paradox Military Wing. (The Book of the War)

Basically, a group of Time Lords got bored and left/were kicked off of Gallifrey. They now amuse themselves by being as chaotic as possible in the middle of the largest War possible.

(The War is mostly between Gallifrey and the enemy, with occasional help—on both sides—from the Celestis/CIA, Remote (genetically engineered media controlled humans), the Faction, and assorted eldritch abominations.)

They’re known for wearing bone masks and having a pseudo-familial hierarchy. Grandfather Paradox never existed, and has now never existed for 200 years, but otherwise he’s their founder.


Another oldie I drew on my hiatus. I had to draw this after watching The Reichenbach fall all those Sundays ago (okay two) because oh god all the emotions. I was full of flu, didn’t know what the hell I was drawing and had no refs when I drew this so sorry if it’s not 100% Mr Cumberbatch. Trying to go back to my old not so bloody realistic style of late, it’s easier and faster to draw XD

I love Sherlock so much so I hope to draw some better ideas as I’m not rolling in flu bugs tears and hankies now XD Come on art block, bugger off with you!



The scrawls on the floor weren’t important, not in themselves. They were just aids to his concentration. Ways to help him think through the equations in his head. Ways to make his neurosystem lock on to the details of the temporal mechanics, and… trigger them. The TARDIS was modelled out of solid mathematics. That was no secret, of course. But whenever he told his companions that, they always assumed he meant just the physical material. They didn’t understand the way these things worked, the subtleties of the Ship’s engineering. The TARDIS was a complex space-time event. Its very existence, its very position in relation to the rest of the continuum, was just an intricate code series. As was his. That was what Rassilon had done to his people, when the Imprimiture had been worked into the biodata of the Time Lord elite. When you had Rassilon’s gift, you were mapped on to the vortex by the numbers, linked to the heart of space-time by an umbilical cord of pure mathematics. Just thinking about the formulae, just holding all the right equations in your head at the same time, was enough to trigger the connection and put you in a different time state. Back at the Academy, trainee Time Lords would play games with that principle. Transmigration of object, they called it. Sometimes you could do it in a second, without thinking about it, but most of the time you had to concentrate for hours, maybe days, visualising the correct codes. Then you’d take an object, focus on it, and displace it. Use your fast line to the vortex to take it out of the continuum. It played merry hell with your biodata, the Cardinals said, but it had never stopped anyone doing it as a party trick. It wasn’t any use at all as an escape route. Everybody knew that. 

- Interference, Book One, by Lawrence Miles

One of my fave Doctor Who novels.  

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