March of the Penguin

One of my favourite characters in the Doctor Who universe is Frobisher the shape changing private detective penguin. He is quite simply, fantastic.

You've possibley never heard of him, which should really mean that you should have your Doctor Who fanclub membership revoked immediately. Do the decent thing. Take it out of your wallet right now and cut it up. You aren't worthy. Frobisher started out in Doctor Who Magazine's comic strip where he truly shined under the great and prolific Grant Morrison. Through the years he has starred in comic strips, graphic novels, two radio adventures and a novel, mostly with his good friend the sixth doctor. I would hazard to say that the Doctor was more of a companion to Frobisher instead of the other way around. He battled the intergalactic mafia, took down a senile time lord and became a god on one very confused planet. I'll have loads more to say about Frobisher in another post or two. Or five. He's that good.

What Frobisher is NOT is a nervous, duplicitous, mass infanticide planning, family killing, patsy civil servant. When I heard not too long ago that Torchwood had cast a character named Frobisher I thought, this is it! Now that the technology has caught up to us, Frobisher is making his television debut! Well we got a Frobisher, a steaming pile of Frobisher. Not a penguin. Not a shape shifter. Not a private detective. Not cool at all. I've decided to start a campaign to take Frobisher's name back for the birds. More on this later.