So, where was I…? Oh yeah – somewhere, the 8th Doctor regenerated – as I said before, possibly during (or as a consequence of) the events of the Time War. But as we have no proof, however vague, let’s assume he was just bored to death by the advent of Big Brother in his absence from the screen and had …
Join us to find out what happens when you shove three Doctor Who devotees in the same room with a new fan who also happens to be a girl.
Plans are afoot to do something new with the blog.
I am particularly sad to see Bernard Cribbins’ place in the series go with Donna.
The names I heard being suggested for the next Doctor are as follows…
But please! Bring on Saturday!
People have an amazing talent of blowing fears up to huge proportions just by talking themselves into believing it… Just like this group of tourists.
why was I worried at the end of the Silence In The Library? Why did I even entertain the idea that the next part would be anything other than magnificent?
If there was any doubt to the quality of this show by now, I point you in the direction of The Doctor’s Daughter. This is, seriously, the best thing I have seen in a long time.
Doctor Who is like a packet of Revels. The variety. Some are crunchy (like The Sontaran Stratagem and The Poison Sky) some are chewy (Planet of the Ood), and some a bit surprising and not what you thought you might get (The Doctor’s Daughter).
I don’t see the harm in playing with some of the old elements – there are new viewers to entertain these days, and its something that fans should be used to by now.
I tell you what, if you either a) don’t have a clue about previous Sontaran stories, and/or b) are able to watch it all and keep your geeky tendancies quiet – like I had to – then this is brilliant.
Isn’t the Doctor good? He just sets the screen on fire, doesn’t he? I mean even when everything on screen is literally on fire he still lights up the place like a magnesium flare.
Even the water pistol moment was good.In fact, it was far better than that – it was classic Who – it sits alongside offering Jelly Babies and cups of tea, and bamboozling enemies with insults so intelligent that they are still standing scratching their head while their plan is unraveled around them.
It’s wonderful isn’t it? It’s still a matter of suspending belief, just supposing for 45 minutes each week that there are aliens out there made of fire and rock…
Bernard Cribbins (I hope he’s a regular occurance!)
I was beside myself. No behind the sofa for me, I had my face pressed up against the screen. It was ‘Ace give me one of those Nitro-9s you’re not carrying’ BOOM! and I was in love.
Doctor Who challenged my imagination and the way I think about the world. It was a big influence for me. Tom Baker grinning at an adversary and offering them a jelly baby was such a unique way of dealing with trouble that you couldn’t help but love it.