There are only a few definite landmarks in my development as a
writer. The Singing Detective is a big one. I was sixteen years old
when I saw it and it's deft weaving of one man's memories and
fantasies rearranged the furniture in my head like an over enthused
lifestyle guru. It was funny, trippy, fiercely intelligent and
incredibly accomplished. It's impact was seismic and I am not alone
in this assessment. Many writers and creatives of my generation quote
it as a formative influence, (including Paul Wilmshurst, the director
of 'Mummy on the Orient Express').
And now, twenty eight years after it aired, I am putting words in the
mouth of one of it's actors. Her name is Janet Henfrey and in The
Singing Detective she played the formidable school teacher that so
terrified the young Philip Marlow. She was marvelous then and she is marvelous now, playing Maisie's grandmother, the Mummy's first victim.
I
made a point of approaching her at the readthrough to tell her how
happy I was that she had the role and how much The Singing Detective
had meant to me. I also made sure I was there on set on the day her scene was filmed. I stopped just short of saying that I was really
happy that she was my first Doctor Who kill. I didn't want to sound
too much like a serial killer. But the link to my personal journey as
a writer that she represents really makes me happy. Her character
dies in style and really sets the tone for both the monster and the
episode.
Bravo, Janet, bravo.
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