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The current series of Doctor Who has been one of the most successful in recent years. The episodes have been pretty much universally praised by critics and fans alike, and the reaction to the latest incarnation of the Doctor, played by Peter Capaldi, has been unanimously positive. So why aren't I enjoying it as much as everyone else seems to be?
Can't wait for the new series of Doctor Who? Try, er, Nativity 2: Danger in the Manger.
In years to come, we will remember 2013 as the year everything changed. Danny Dyer is now in Eastenders, and across the land all else has ceased to matter. But look upon the works of this medium, now so wholly transformed, and you will see more than this. And you might think it handy that some berk put it all in a list and bid you read it.
In a move clearly intended to convey its support for the movement for an independent Scotland, zap2it.com yesterday posted a provocative article that refused to acknowledge that a Scottish accent is British. In doing so it joined the ranks of Scottish nationalist advocates for the cause that include Sir Sean Connery and The Proclaimers. "We're glad to have them on board," said Craig Proclaimer.
A while back I said to Ed we should do something about Christmas telly, like a rundown of what's on over the festive period. And he said, in a J. Jonah Jameson kind of way: "We need a gag, you fool; a reason for it to exist!" I imagine he was smoking a cigar at that point. So here is that reason. I've scoured the pages of the Sunday Times
' two-week Christmas Culture magazine to find the best/funniest/stupidest things on television. And I'm going to compare them with Christmas presents. Stay with me: this is definitely a thing.
There's nothing the BBC likes more than blowing its own trumpet. Well, apart from giving oversized pay-offs to departing directors and inexplicably commissioning new sitcoms starring Will Mellor obviously. But otherwise, there's little they like more than reminding us that they are, deservedly, a national treasure. That's why they've announced that next month, in honour of the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who, they'll be broadcasting nothing else whatsoever apart from tributes to the show, culminating with a 75-minute special episode on the show's anniversary, November 23rd.
Craig Charles, David Harewood, Dominic Cooper, Miranda Hart: the list of people who "would definitely consider" being the 81st Doctor is endless. On the grounds that it's no less ramshackle an approach to speculating who might get the job than everyone else is taking, I decided to use Wikipedia's "Random Article" button to try and determine who'll get it.
Doctor Who yesterday hit back at accusations that he is a massive racist.
John Barrowman, miffed to have his Captain Jack character left out of the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary Special, now thinks it would be a splendid idea if Jack and Alex Kingston's River Song had their own show. "I can see John's point," observed one Who fan. "As a sentient creature capable of basic deductive reasoning, I am also in favour of things happening to me that are fun and/or in my long-term financial interests. While this microphone's in front of me, does anyone else reckon it would be a great idea if I were given a year's paid leave from work, ate fudge for breakfast every day and had free access to a string of high-class east European call-girls?"
No, I haven't seen Doctor Who since the first Eccleston one. No, I haven't got a clue what any of it means or who any of the people or creatures are. But could I really call myself a serious TV journalist if I didn't stumble through an analysis of the new trailer to the embarrassment of all concerned?