Dimensions of the Third Kind
Let’s just say, I think it was no coincidence that the
Director General of the BBC resigned during
John Levene’s cabaret act…
Sorry, getting a bit ahead of myself, there. Allow me to
explain (sort of): it’s that time of year again, when we bravely sally forth
north of the Tyne to the Inn of Holidays at Seaton Burn,
for the annual convivium that is Dimensions. We like Dimensions: it’s small but
perfectly formed and, Guinness-related incidents aside, an incredibly friendly
and relaxed convention. It really doesn’t hurt that we don’t have to go very
far to get there, either.
Having learnt our lesson after accidentally winning it the
first year we attended, we avoided the Friday night pub quiz and settled down
in the bar instead to watch the guests arriving. Granted, there was absolutely no
danger of us winning the quiz this year because our ringer Rob Shearman was
sadly missing (off being a proper author in Canadia
Land
Another notable absence was Nick Briggs, who was also
beavering away at this here writing malarkey. Nevertheless, the Big Finish crew
were there to support their customers’ habits and entertain at their panel,
teasing us all mercilessly with veiled hints and knowing winks about the fun
stuff they have lined up for the 50th anniversary next year. Still, it
was a bit odd not having our annual therapy session with him which, even though
we’ve actually only done it twice, has become a proper little Dirty Whoers
pre-Crimble tradition.
You can never be quite certain who’s going to turn up to
these things until you see the whites of their eyes, so it was good to see Terrance
Dicks and Peter Davison arriving on Friday. In fact there was a bit of a cheer
as Mr Davison wandered in out of the freezing rain, as he’d had to cancel at
the last minute in 2011, with Colin Baker kindly stepping into the breach
(something that wouldn’t have been possible this year, seeing as he’s currently
upside down eating unmentionables).
There was a distinctly awed hush when Mr Dicks came into the
bar later in the evening, and it was lovely to see the genuine affection and
reverence the fans have for him, even if that did lead to him being surrounded
by far too many glasses of propitiatory wine. Old BBC
trooper that he is, though, he was up and about signing autographs at 9am the next morning, when younger, lighter
drinkers were still sleeping off their hangovers.
In our usual hopeless idiom, we accidentally ended up having
breakfast with two of the guests, something I would never normally do as I
firmly believe in them being allowed their privacy at meal-times. And I do mean
accidentally: it was very busy in the dining room on Saturday morning so we had
to plonk down on a big, long table where a phone indicated the presence of a
person or persons unknown. The phone in question turned out to belong to
Spencer Wilding (the Minotaur from The God Complex and Vogon Number 1 from the
HHGTTG movie), a thoroughly lovely and incredibly tall bloke: so tall, in fact,
that it was a relief he was sitting down most of the time as I barely reached
his knee when he stood up, and it’s rather tricky to maintain an engaging
conversation with a patella. Shortly afterwards we were joined by the beautiful
and charming Virginia Hey (Bond Girl and Zahn from Farscape, to name but two)
and we had a very entertaining half an hour before getting down to business.
Spencer confirmed that Matt Smith is a smashing lad who takes his
responsibilities towards his young fans very seriously indeed (as if we ever
doubted it!).
We spent a busy day collecting autographs, chatting to friends
and listening to panels, the Caves of Androzani one with Peter Davison and Roy
Holder being a particular highlight, as was the writers’ workshop with Big
Finish’s Mark Wright and Matt Fitton. And then I was dragged to see John
Levene’s evening cabaret by the Prof and the naughty people from Tachyon TV and
Adventures with the Wife in Space; I accidentally saw some of it last year, for
my sins, and it was as if he’d never been away (plus, it wasn’t quite the same
when you didn’t have Toby Hadoke’s audio commentary to go with it).
Being lightweights, we went to bed before midnight and therefore missed another evening of
slightly tipsy bar-related shenanigans. More autographs and talks followed,
including the marvellously wrangled panel starring John Leeson, Nabil Shaban,
Brian Croucher and Roy Holder, before podcast friend Bob Fischer of BBC
Radio Tees encouraged us to stop being so work-shy and go and do some
interviewing. We hadn’t actually planned on doing any this year, but a pixie is
always prepared and there were Big Finish guests to mug, er, question.
Beth Chalmers (most notably Seventh Doctor audio companion
Raine Creevy) is a very talented lady who we wanted to interview the first year
we attended back in 2010, but sadly didn’t have chance to speak with at the
time. Well, we’ve finally managed to put that right! Next, we interviewed the
stunning and gracious Jacqueline Pearce (Servalan in Blake’s 7 and, of course, Chessene
in The Two Doctors). She’s absolutely wonderful, and I will admit to being just
a teensy bit star-struck when talking to her (not helped by the fact I kept
hitting the wrong buttons on the gadget whilst trying to set up the recording).
Finally, we spoke to Chase Masterson, more familiar to Star
Trek DS9 fans as Leeta. She’s recently joined the Big Finish family, working
with both the Fourth and Seventh Doctors and currently awaiting the release of
the pilot for her own spin-off series, written by Jonathan Morris (he of
Festival of Death fame). We can’t tell you what it’s called, or she’d have to
kill us. Sorry about that. You’ll just have to listen to the interview…
