Cars. Summer lovin’. Travolta. 1978’s Grease is hard to go by. It’s got a kick arse soundtrack, a Californian backdrop and a lasting message: don’t be yourself and everyone will like you. Wait. What?

Humunahumunahumuna

High Point: A leather-bound Olivier Newton-John.

2) Les Miserables (2012)

Do you hear the people sing, singing the song of angry men? You’re damn right I can! Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. This Frenchy sing-a-long stars Wolverine AND Gladiator AND Catwoman. If you’re not man enough to watch this hand ‘em in right now.

Got wood?

High Point: When Gladiator attacks Wolverine for saving Catwoman.

3) Little Shop of Horrors (1986)

Finally, the musical about a meat eating plant from outer space we’ve all been waiting for. This obscure, little piece of Americana takes us on an exploration of…um – it’s about a talking, singing plant from outer space that eats people. Word.

Directed by Yoda and featuring a veritable who’s who of comedy including Rick Moranis, Steve Martin, James Belushi, John Candy and Bill Murray.

Bite me.

High Point: All those names I just said.

4) Anything Disney.

If you don’t like Disney forget about being a man – you’re not even human! Disney has been making grown men for weep for eons. I challenge you to watch the Lion King and not to feel something when Vader takes a dirt nap. And now, with the re-release of the Little Mermaid (easy boys – half girl / half fish may seem like a good idea) from the vault, I think it’s high time Disney gives the fans something new.

Easy boys.

High Point: Any time an animal/inanimate object sings.

5) Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. (2007)

A quaint little tale about a barber who cuts people’s throats and makes them into pies. And what food is manlier than the humble pie? Said manly pie filled with literal manly ingredients. It begs the questions; how do real men shave their beards? They don’t!

Got Beef?

High Point: Edward Scissor-Hands getting all snip-happy in your junk.

Honorable Mentions: The Blues Brothers (1980 – They’re on a mission from God) Jesus Christ Superstar (1973 – It’s got TANKS!) & Team America (2004 – Fuck Yeah)

Of course, the correct answer to the question: What musicals can a grown man watch is: ANYTHING I DAMN WELL LIKE TO STEVEN! If you care about what others think then you’re not a man at all and instead some 16 year old girl with a new haircut.**

So there you have it. If you feel there’s anything missing off the list by all means jot it down below. If you’re man enough.

Mitch out.

**Apologies to all our 16-year-old readers. Your loyalty is appreciated and your hair looks fabulous.

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Now HE is the guy in charge. Of the TARDIS. And all SPACE and TIME! (yeah, science) And instead of coming up with ways of taking down hordes of Zombies, he’ll be coming up with ways to take down hordes of Daleks (do Daleks come in hordes?) and instead of Brad Pitt, it will be some uppity, easy on the eye Companion who will follow him around through time and space and get him into all sorts of trouble, so yeah, maybe Brad Pitt.

Ladies and Cybermen. The 12^th Doctor. Peter Capaldi.

At 55, whilst obviously no spring chicken, he certainly brings the mischievous vigor and other-world-liness that is synonymous with the franchise; the hair alone has me wondering if visitors walk among us. That and many would argue that Glasgow is another world. Yes, that’s right ladies and gentlemen, we have another Scot in our midst and since it went so famously last time, I am inclined to give this one the benefit of the doubt.

Rumours of the 12^th Doctor set the universe ablaze. Conjecture that we could see our first black Doctor (hell, there’s a black President!) more again called for our first female Doctor (get outta town!) and then there was the obscure reference that since Time Lords could only regenerate 12 times (13 incarnations) we could very well see the return of an old favourite.

But most agreed that whoever it was, was going to be a relative unknown, much like Smith before them. And when Peter Capaldi was announced, I’m sure I wasn’t the only person to cock my head and ask, Who? (come on – I get one Doctor Who gag!)

So what can we expect from this plucky Glasgowian. Glasgowinite? Glasgowerer?

If his role as Malcolm Tucker is anything to go by, we’re going to see a f&@#!&# Doctor (he swears a lot) who won’t take no guff, from nobody (what, me speak good and everything). It was this alpha quality, which Tennant personified so well, and something that Smith fumbled with. Maybe it’s a Scottish thing. I started to ask why but then you’ve all seen Braveheart, work it out. One thing’s for sure, there will be no doubt as to who’ll be wearing the kilt in the Doctor/Companion dynamic.

He’s an Oscar winner! But don’t get too excited – it was for directing a short film, but hey, do you have an Oscar? I certainly don’t…yet.

Capaldi’s already appeared in Doctor Who, with David Tennant as the Doctor and Catherine Tate his companion in, “The Fires of Pompei.” He’s also appeared in the Doctor Who spinoff Torchwood, so looking at it like that, there wasn’t really any roles left for him, casting wise.

In World War Z, he is actually credited as, “World Health Organization Doctor” That’s right. W.H.O Doctor! Go on look it up – I’ll wait.  See! What did I tell ya. Come on people. It was right there.

As one story begins, another must end. I must admit I’m already feeling the familiar pangs of grief that accompany seeing an old friend go. Even though I’m a Tennant man, (wait, what?) Matt Smith, I dip my fez to you, kind sir and be comforted in the knowledge that bowties are cool. They are.

Dry your tears my friends, because before we say goodbye to anyone we are in for such a treat as we mark the 50^th anniversary of Doctor Who and see David Tennant and John, ‘the ole Storyteller himself’, Hurt, send the 11^th Doctor off in spectacular style.

So stay tuned for the Christmas special and help celebrate the death…and re-birth of the 12^th Doctor (and some little dude called Jesus who also died and was resurrect-…oh, I get it!)

Peter Capaldi. That’s Who.

(Yeah, that’s right, I went there.)

(Oh and its Glaswegian.)

(Oh and a group of Daleks is called a, ‘Destruction of Daleks.’ Huh.)

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