Who’s all brand new?

Last Sunday was rather a tense one in my house and all our important (!) chores were remixed to revolve around BBC One (UK) at 7pm (GMT).

We had an early dinner, we bathed the children an hour earlier than normal and we all sat down together to watch the 35 minute long programme (did it really need that long? Come on BBC!) that all Whovians around the world had been anticipating for… Well, a while…

The announcement of the new Doctor.

It was an emotional 35 minutes, I must admit. I laughed, I cried… My tummy got all bubbly and butterfly-ish…

But I was quite pleased when they announced that the Twelfth Doctor was going to be Peter Capaldi!

Now, I haven’t seen him in much (I probably have but just not realised) but what I’ve seen him in, I’ve loved him in.

I mean, how could anyone not ADORE him as “Sid’s Dad” (can’t remember the character’s name because my memory is extra specially awful since I had baby) in Skins? He was AMAZING. I still cry when Sid finds him dead…

So, yeah, like with the announcement of any new Doctor I’m apprehensive. I can’t imagine anyone taking the place of the incredible Matt Smith (just like I couldn’t imagine anyone taking the place of Gorgous-Tennant) but I trust Moffat’s judgment on this.

A lot of fans dislike Moffat with a passion. I don’t. Some of the best Eccleston and Tennant episodes were by Moffat. Wasn’t Madame De-Pompadour Moffat? I think it was, if my (awful) memory serves me right. That still stands as one of my favourite ever episodes. What about “Are you my Mummy?”? Stroke of genius.

He’s also responsible, of course, for Sherlock and Coupling…

Coupling was a brilliant programme! Sherlock is good (albeit rather cheesy and OTT but it’s meant to be).

Killing off main characters DOES NOT show weak writing, in my opinion. Look at Rory (bless him)!

Anyway, bit of a tangent there…!

My point is…

Peter Capaldi? Good choice.

My Mum is dubious.


(He would probably make a good Master with this corker of a goatie)


Who’s a complete and utter emotional wreck, now?

Having watched the Doctor Who twice since it was aired at 7pm GMT on BBC One, I must start by saying this:


(there will be spoilers in this)

Better than Castoravalva, better than Black Orchid, better than Fathers Day, better than Billie Piper’s final episode with DT…

Seeing The Doctor cry is a rare and therefore touching occurrence. As soon as the Eleventh Doctor cried after Clara told him what she had heard in the “conference call” (amazing scene, by the way), that was me gone for the entire episode. A blubbering, emotional wreck, hanging on the edge of my seat. Attractive.

Seeing Prof. River Song back in the equation was so uplifting, poignant and fulfilling. I do like that character. I wasn’t convinced of her at first – she flirted with The Doctor a lot and my MASSIVE CRUSH on DT clouded my better judgment – basically, I was jealous of her. But, as soon as we found out who she was and how she got there, I fell in love. To see The Doctor finally say goodbye in such a passionate, human way was… Well, I sobbed. And sobbed. And sobbed.

As soon as they all stepped into the Tomb, I knew what was going to happen. My writing skills (of which I’m still learning) told me the inevitable, learnt by the technical applications of good drama. However, this didn’t ruin it for me. I spent the entire time, catching flies, wiping my nose and, as soon as the episode ended, shouting excitedly to my Mother about how that episode was the perfect example or everything I’d been taught in my MA classes. I’m cool.

Lastly… John Hurt at the end of the episode!?!?!?! WOW!! Amazing cliff hanger. I’m sure they could hear my cries of anguish in Brazil. I bet you anything John Hurt was fulfilling a career dream when he took that role. That’s what I love about Doctor Who. It’s aspirational.

Although, I did have to explain the entire of DW to my, lesser experienced, friend after the episode finished…


He didn’t get it. I’m reevaluating our friendship.