Simon Fisher-Becker Interview

3 09 2013

Radio Wolf returns to Air Digital Radio Tomorrow Night at 10pm Melbourne Time.

On the menu will be a mix of 70’s and 80s music, rarely heard songs, Extended Mixes, Mashups and of course Comedy.

And Featuring a fifty minute interview with Simon Fisher-Becker from Doctor Who.

Listen live from anywhere on the Planet and selected parts of the Galaxy.

* If for any reason you have trouble listening, please read the instructions on the website, that is what they are for!

Sci Fi Sci

31 05 2012

I’ve come up with an interesting idea for a science series, which is part Sci fi and part factual.

What if you could have Doctor Who (An expert on time) host a show about fossils, travelling back in time, in his TARDIS, to explain how things looked thousands of years ago, giving an insight into the natural history of Earth?

Or Jean-Luc Picard hosting a show about the local planets, from the Enterprise itself?

Now we’ve had actors providing their voice for these sorts of shows before, but never in character. This would not be a voice over job for the actor, but a chance for the viewer to accompany the character on a ride through time and space, and learning about real science along the way.

This would be how “Sci Fi Sci” would work.

Obviously this would require film and TV companies getting together and giving their OK , I’m thinking about rights issues, but if done well, it could be quite an exciting, and entertaining documentary series.

“Sci Fi Sci” (c) Wolfie Rankin 2012 – All Rights Reserved


TARDIS Builders Australia

16 11 2011

I have a strange and possibly stupid idea in my head where I want to build a TARDIS, no, not a toy one… a big one, an authentic Matt Smith “Police Box”.

I intend to keep it in my house and have it be a point of interest, and also a useful article.

Although I’ve never built a damn thing in my life, I’d like to try, although I have severe reservations about doing so.

One of the things which would be nice to try, is to make it from good, recycled timber, which I hope would be cheaper, as I don’t have much to spend.

Yes, Money is tight… but perhaps if I learn how to do this, perhaps I can then apply what I’ve learnt so that I can fix up bits of my house.

Also, I want a fun vibe in my house, why shouldn’t a home have a fun vibe?

I have created a group for this called TARDIS Builders Australia.

It exists as a Google Group and a G+ Group.

If you’d like to join, and read the bits and pieces I find from others who have tackled it… Yes others have done it… or to watch videos, on Police Boxes etc, join me… Perhaps something wonderful can end up getting done.



Let Her name be known

28 10 2011

I want to stand up for a Woman, A Woman who is an electronic music pioneer and changed a tune into one of the most iconic television themes around, yet to this day remains uncredited.

It’s wrong, don’t you think?

The Doctor Who theme was composed by Australian Ron Grainer, but it was originally played on piano (This was never heard on the show), But Delia took the theme and gave it an amazing new electronic sound.

Remember, You couldn’t just go to the shops and buy electronic instruments in those days, you had to make your own, from scratch, and Delia did this.

She also made all her own sounds for those instruments.

So imagine how difficult it was to create that theme in 1963, I’m sure Delia would have appreciated all the instruments and computers that we have today.

Now if you’ve ever read through the credits at the end of the show, You will notice that Ron is, quite rightly, credited for composing the theme… but there’s nothing about Delia, and I feel this is wrong.

Such a pioneer should never have been ignored.

If you care nothing about Doctor Who, Consider that Delia must have started an interest in electronic music, She must have planted a seed which made others wonder if they could also create electronic music.

That theme must have been a spark which started a fire for others.

I think Delia deserves a credit in Doctor Who.

Please BBC, Let Her name be known.

Delia Derbshire

Doctor Who and the Pixels of Vruum. (terrible name and likely to change)

20 07 2010

On a warm weekend on the outskirts of London, a small home with a well tendered garden was bathed in sunlight. Small boys ran through the house with balloons, as Mrs Davidson positioned decorations onto the walls.

“When’s Dad due back” asked Jennifer, Mrs Davidsons daughter, about seventeen, who had the golden blonde hair, fair skin and blue eyes of her Mother.

“Ohh”, Mrs Davidson puffed and thought she was too old for all this stretching, “Ohhh” she looked for a clock and then realising she’d hidden it behind some balloons, waved her hand and said “I think they’ll be back in about twenty minutes, what is it, about four?”

“Check your watch Mum” Smiled Jennifer.

Mrs Davidson rolled her eyes and squinted at her watch, “Yep, twenty minutes it is, Thank heavens my internal clock still functions… Now help me down from this step.”

Mrs Davidson waved an arm at the decorations, “Well, does that look like a Birthday my dear?” She put an arm around her Daughter and pulled her close, “I can’t believe Dad is seventy and you’re almost all grown up, time flies sweetheart, altogether too swiftly for my liking” She bought her daughter close and kissed her gently on the forehead.

As the boys played out in the garden with Robert the Dalmation, Mrs Davidson and her Daughter decorated a chocolate cake with bright coloured smarties, piped “seventy” in long-hand and popped a single candle on top. Despite Dr. Farrow being exceedingly health concious, he was also a dedicated lover of chocolate, and didn’t seem to mind people letting themselves go a bit on special occasions.

Dr. James Farrow had been the local GP and had worked just up the street from here for about fifty years, but had since retired. Everyone in the area loved him, he was there at the birth of their children, treated everything from broken bones to warts, and managed to keep some of them alive by the smallest of margins… His mind had drifted as they drove home, each house was a reminder of another story, mostly good stories, but not always.

Someone waved at the car which woke the good Doctor from his dreams, and he waved back… “Sally Williams” He said and turned to Mr Davidson… “Whooping Cough, Nineteen Seventy Three, Pertussis… She almost died, Marcus”. Mr Davidson smiled but kept his eyes on the road, “Yes, you told me, you saved her”. “Not just I, Marcus” corrected Dr. Farrow, “It was a group effort, My collegues and I, David and Bryce, and those dedicated Nurses, Martha, Pat and Gina, He paused… “Three whole months it took, that poor child, Why people don’t vaccinate I’ll never understand. He fell back in his chair and a tear came to his eye. Mr Davidson was well aware of the waver in his Father in laws voice and reached out a hand and patted the doctor on his shoulder “She lived” he said solemly. “Yes” replied the Doctor, “She did, but many others did not, many who did not need to go… I hate getting old Marcus, There’s so much more work to do, and just as medicine is about to branch out into exciting new times, what happens to me, I kick the bucket and miss out on all the fun” He frowned, and then laughed at himself, Marcus laughed with him.

The car rolled up the drive and Jennifer yelled out “They’re here!”

When Dr Farrow walked in, He saw the decorations and smiled broadly.

“Happy Birthday Dad” Said Mrs Davidson, half crying.

“Did you two do all this for me? Is there cake?” Asked the Doctor.

“Yes there’s cake, I should’ve known that’d be your second question… and no, you can’t have any, yet.”

Dr Farrow spotted the two boys in the yard “Is Carmel here?” He called out to his Daughter who was back in the kitchen. Carmel was one of Doctor Farrows patients, Her pregnancy hadn’t quite gone as planned, and she had been lucky to have two healthy lads who were now romping with the dog in the garden like two healthy boys should.

“No Dad, I’m just looking after them, Carmel had to pick up Stuart, their car had broken down again… but she’ll be over later, she’d like to wish you a Happy Birthday…Cup of tea?”

“Yes Please Heather…” He poked his head around the door and asked “can I have some cake with it by any chance?”

“No, you old devil, you can’t” She scolded.

“Oh I see, just because I get old, I don’t get any cake” he looked forlornly at Marcus… I told you not to marry this girl, once you’re my age you’ll truely suffer.

The boys were playing with miniature trucks in the garden beds where it was all muddy, instead of the nice clean sandpit right next to them, Brian had mud right up to his elbow as he’d dug a tunnel for his trucks and his T-Rex to live in… that and the tiny blue box with the funny light on the top.

Latka Bella Fyfe was excited, She had only just met The Doctor on her home planet and was very keen, as any scientist would be, to not just see another world, but to walk upon it, There was just one problem, She was blue… Everyone from her planet was blue, Now being a blue person really shouldn’t be of anyones concern in this day and age, but she was a bit blue, really blue, just like everyone on her planet, except for the kentarkians who were more green than blue… but that’s beside the point.

The Doctor had suggested that she keep a low profile, so Bella, as The Doctor called her, had been searching the TARDISs database for suitable clothes, She was delighted when she found the Burqa and asked The Doctor if she could wear this?

“No” He said, scratching his chin.

“Why not? I think it’s lovely, don’t you?” she asked.

“Because… Earth Women don’t have long tails like a lizard” He replied, and prodded a few buttons on his console which despensed an item which he caught in his left hand.

“Wear this instead” it was a fine gold chain with a beautiful gem on the end, “That stone is a sort of holographic projector, you can pick them up cheap in braxton, er, that’s a planet I went to once, they’re rather too fond of ear wax… anyway… what it does whatever people expect to see is what is overlayed, so people see what they want to see, once I announce that you’re there, people will become aware of you and… and if they say something about your red dress, just smile and say thanks, don’t discuss it because someone else will see you in blue clothes and that’s going to get very confusing pretty quickly.”

The Doctor covered his face with his hand… “Erahhhh…. Woman, tall, brunette, jeans, sneakers” He opened his eyes and closed them again suddenly “Oh God, I’m sorry… BraShirtJacket…..Haaat!” And there she was, not as in fashion as you might expect a woman in her early 30s, but certainly good enough as far as The Doctor was concerned.