Photo copyright Lisa Hazlegreaves
Nephew was an Ood trapped on the sentient asteroid named House in the episode called The Doctor’s Wife. House kept Nephew alive along with the other ‘Patchwork People’ for hundreds of years as a lure to attract Time Lords. House fed off the ‘rift energy’ that powered Time Lords TARDIS’s and it would use the bodies of the dead time lords to patch up the people to keep them alive.
We love The Ood in our house, we imitate them all the time. It’s common place if one of the kids is upset or having a strop for me to dangle my hand under my chin in an Ood fashion to try and break a smile. We even have our own little rhyme for when we burp.
Pardon me for being so rude
It was not me
It was The Ood.
Therefore it was natural for me when choosing our tickets for the Doctor Who Convention to go with The Ood stream (you could pick Ood or Silurian) we met an Ood at the convention, it was a very strange feeling. I mean I’m a 41 year old woman (I will deny that if ever asked again) I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Oods were some creation made up in the mind of a brilliant writer, that the makeup and costume was put in place by some highly talented team but when I posed with The Ood to have my picture taken I was a little nervous. I’d like to state at this point that neither of my children would go near him and I was just explaining to small child in that way that you do because they think it’s real, that it’s absolutely fine because Oods are only bad if their eyes are red as this means they are possessed...then standing a few inches away I turned to look at The Ood and realised it’s eyes were red. I was more than a little nervous, I actually felt fear. It’s ridiculous how I felt, I mean my very sensible head was telling me that it was a person like me, dressed up, but every other part of my being was thinking ‘oh my god it’s eyes are red’ The photos aren’t very good, they are a little blurry, well, Father took them and he is the most technically useless person that I know but I wanted to post them because you can quite clearly see by my body language that I am more than a little nervous. There is one when Father said ‘do the thing, do the hand thing’ so I did the hand thing, my little imitation of The Ood that I do at home at least five times a day, and then, then I felt embarrassed because I had taken the mickey out of the person standing beside me. This shows how Doctor Who gets into us in a way that nothing else can and why we as a family love it so.
Photos copyright Lisa Hazlegreaves