When you have the perfect storm of bad ideas: a large group of opinionated Whovians; a desire to watch the Eighth Doctor’s 1996 debut; a plethora of assorted drinks; a readily available set of drinking game rules; and it happening to be St. Patrick’s Day weekend…oh, you get the idea. Mistakes were made.
This week, joined by friends and GPR guests Julie, Tanu, and Raemani, we fill our glasses and provide a less-than-professional commentary to the 1996 Doctor Who “pilot” movie. The rules we tried — TRIED SO HARD — to abide by were as follows:
Suffice to say, the amount of alcohol consumed was countered ounce for ounce by equal volumes of snark. But all was not negative, far from it: Keir was so enthralled (typical), he forgot to cash in his “get out of drinking for 30 minutes” prize until the film only had 12 minutes left.
That’s love, people.