Ok, I’m a huge fan and you’d think, at my age, I’d know better but I’ve grown up with that strange BBC electronic workshop music since it’s inception in 1963 (when I was a gangly 11yo) and the original Dr, William Hartnell.
Today, Christmas day, is the beginning of the end of the latest Time Lord incarnation, David Tennant…
The man credited for bringing Dr. Who back to life is Russell T. Davis and, as far as I know, he wrote a TV series called Queer as Folk, which I never watched, as anything to do with *homosexuality is not “must see” television for me. Indeed he brought “gayness” into Dr. Who when he brought Captain Jack Harkness into the show. But despite my little prejudices I think Russell T. Davis is a genius. His gift for comedy is inspiring, (who can forget "Blink" where the Dr explains the space time continuum as “wibbly wobbly bits.”)
And don’t forget the subliminal political messages in Dr. Who. More than once the Dr. mentions how great the human race are but so prone to not thinking for themselves, (thinking of the Cybermen here but can’t remember the direct quote.) One thing I’ve noticed though, you never, ever see someone smoking, not even in the background, (well, I had to get smoking in somewhere in this homage.)
David Tennant is arguably the best incarnation of the good Dr. and I shall miss his performance after next weeks final swansong.
I’ll be watching tonight with baited beery breath.
The Dr. is dead, long live the Dr.
*No homosexual (I refuse to use the word “gay”) was hurt in the making of this blog, not even Mrs. Iain Dale, ooh ahhh Mrs.
