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Doctor Who: Season 14, Episode 3 – Boom

“War is business. And business is booming.”

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Old school Who fans who were (perhaps understandably) concerned that last week’s brightly coloured deluge of space babies, farting space stations and musical numbers signalled a show more in the style of CBeebies will have been reassured by the massive tonal shift in the show this week, courtesy of returning alumnus Steven Moffat.

Doctor Who: Season 14, Episodes 1 & 2 – Space Babies / The Devil’s Chord

“I don’t have a people, I don’t have a home – but I don’t have a job either. I don’t have a boss, or taxes, or rent or bills to pay. I don’t have a purpose, or a cause, or a mission, but I have… freedom. That’s what keeps me going. To see the next thing. And the next, and the next.”

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So, it’s back, the show I started to write this blog about – and it’s confusing. Not so much the plot – though we’ll get to that later – but as to what exactly the numbering should be. It’s the 14^th full season since the show’s return in 2005. I always thought it was justifiable to refer to the 2005 season as “Series 1”, given the 16 year gap since the end of the original run’s “Season 26”.

Doctor Who Christmas Special 2023: The Church on Ruby Road

“It isn’t magic – it’s a different kind of physics.”

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Nice to see the Doctor back on Christmas Day again! For all that Russell T Davies is keeping to the continuity established by his predecessor, it seems one thing he was set on was abandoning Chris Chibnall’s setting of the “Christmas” special on New Year’s Day, and returning the show to the Day itself.

Doctor Who: 2023 Special #3 – The Giggle

“You’ll be someone else. It doesn’t matter who. Cause every single one of you is fantastic.”

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These specials have been an interesting side trip into the world of Doctor Who, giving us the second shortest-lived (onscreen) incarnation of the Doctor, reinvigorating the show while acknowledging everything that went before. It’s easy to imagine, after these, that we’ll still be watching Doctor Who in several years’ time. But the new question is – just how many?

Doctor Who: 2023 Special #2 – Wild Blue Yonder

“There’s something on this ship that’s so bad the TARDIS ran away?”

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This second Special to celebrate Doctor Who’s 60^th anniversary perfectly demonstrated the show’s flexibility by being almost totally different from the last. A far future, alien, sci-fi setting rather than contemporary Earth; only two (ish) characters rather than the previous ensemble; and some of the weird, weird concepts that only science fantasy can do. Diverted by Donna’s coffee-spilling goof at the end of the previous ep, our dynamic duo found themselves trapped on a ghostly, seemingly empty starship at the very edge of the universe – only to find they weren’t as alone as they thought.

Doctor Who: 2023 Special #1 – The Star Beast

“Why did this face come back? To say goodbye?”

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Now that was more like it.

Don’t get me wrong, I know showrunners are all a matter of taste, and some people really loved Chris Chibnall’s run on Doctor Who. Even I had episodes that I really loved, and moments that stirred my feelings. But generally, for me, it was often clumsy, and incoherent (☹) and too satisfied with cramming in spectacle when character-driven stories would have worked better. And Steven Moffat (who I did enjoy while others didn’t) had his failings too – chiefly that his delight in timey-wimey puzzles often overshadowed his characters, and sometimes drowned the emotional beats of stories.

Doctor Who: Destination Skaro (Children in Need)

“I was never here!”

The smorgasbord of Doctor Who laid on for its 60^th birthday continued last night with a 5 minute skit on the BBC’s annual charity telethon, Children in Need. Monsieur BBC, with these Who specials you are really spoiling us!

Doctor Who at 60 – and me at 54!

“Time is memory, and memory is time.”

When I was a kid, Doctor Who seemed like a really old show. It started before I was born, six whole years before in fact. And to a kid, six years is an eternity.

I first got into it very, very young. Literally the earliest memory I have is of my mother sitting the three-year-old me in front of the big, rented colour TV in our Durham suburban home, presumably in an attempt to get some time off from me, and my being enthralled by what I now know to be Planet of the Daleks episode 4 (it was the bit where Jon Pertwee and Bernard Horsfall shove a Dalek into a lake).

Doctor Who – The Power of the Doctor

“Will someone tell me what the hell is going on here?”

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When we Doctor Who fans were kids, we liked to write stories about our hero. Because we were ten year olds with no real grasp of how storytelling worked, we’d just chuck in everything we liked about the show. So, however many Doctors there were at that point would team up with UNIT to fight the Master, the Daleks, the Cybermen and whichever other monster we happened to like. What were the villains trying to achieve? Didn’t matter, just as long as they were there. The results were great fun – if you’re ten.

It’s a Sin

“Boys die, in London, and they say it’s cancer, or pneumonia, and they don’t say what it really is. But it’s a lie, and I don’t want that. Do you know why? I had so much fun.”

(SPOILER WARNING – FOR THE WHOLE SERIES. ALSO PROBABLY NSFW)

In 1988, I was at university, and in denial. My eyes were drawn to attractive boys, furtively, pretending not to look. Glancing over my shoulder as they passed, sneaking looks at their behinds, clad in those late-80s stonewashed jeans that were ever so slightly too tight. Thinking about them as I lay in my creaky single bed in halls, trying not to make too much noise while I had a quick wank imagining them naked. But I wasn’t gay, I told myself. How could I be? Even with my ultra-liberal, Doctor Who-founded tolerance of every creed, colour and sexual orientation, some part of me, deep down, was ashamed.