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Big Finish Folly, Part 0D – The Contingency Club, by Phil Mulryne

The Contingency ClubLondon, 1864 – where any gentleman befitting the title ‘gentleman’ belongs to a gentlemen’s club: The Reform, The Athenaeum, The Carlton, The Garrick… and, of course, The Contingency. Newly established in St James’, The Contingency has quickly become the most exclusive enclave in town. A refuge for men of politics, men of science, men of letters. A place to escape. A place to think. A place to be free.

The first rule of the Contingency is to behave like a gentleman. The second is to pay no heed to its oddly identical servants. Or to the horror in its cellars. Or to the existence of the secret gallery on its upper floor… Rules that the Doctor, Adric, Nyssa and Tegan are all about to break. (more…)



Big Finish Folly, Part 116a – Stage Fright (Last Adventure: 3), by Matt Fitton

The Doctor takes Flip to Victorian London, to visit his old friends Jago and Litefoot, and discovers that Henry Gordon Jago is feeling rather flush – his entire theatre is closed for a private hire! But the man treading the boards is no ordinary actor – re-enacting all of the Doctor’s regeneration scenes so far, with the help of local talents, is one Mr Yardvale… With Flip called in as an understudy, it could be time to draw the curtain on this performance, and there’s unlikely to be an encore… (more…)

Big Finish Folly, Part 10

Whoah. We’re into double figures here. Hands up if you didn’t expect me to be able to carry on this far. Anyway, after the shock ending of the last episode, it’s back to Victorian London we go, and to an experiment that is about to go very badly wrong… (more…)

Big Finish Folly, Part 9

The Haunting of Thomas Brewster, by Jonathan Morris

I’ve been splitting these stories into arbitrarily-arranged “seasons”, and this one marks the end of “season two” of the Doctor’s travels with Nyssa. In all fairness, considering the plotlines of the next two plays, I could easily have made this season longer but I reckon the cliff-hangers work better here than at the end of The Boy That Time Forgot. Needless to say, I won’t be spoiling the ending here. Not completely. (more…)