Dr Who is doing well on TV at the moment, so they must be doing something right. But being the old git that I am, I can’t help thinking that Dr Who plays like an episode of ‘Celebrity News’?
It’s like everyone likes to pat each other on the back at how wonderfully camp the whole thing is. And half of the people they meet turn out to be gay. It’s become a bit of a ‘space panto’, occassionally interrupted by some OTT emmotional stuff and the Doctor falling in love with another woman only to have it end in tears.
“I love you Rose, but you got pulled through a dimensional portal and I can never see you again.”
“I love you Daisy from hit series ‘Spaced’ but it turns out that I’m a Time Lord and I’ve got to go now.”
Also, in the origional Dr Who, his assistants were usually fit birds who were either a) Amazons in furry bikini’s b) Posh totty in ball gowns c) Outer Space babes in leotards, or d) Robot dogs.
Now he’s accompanied by alcho-pop drinking chavs. If I wanted to see slappers I’d go to Hemel Hempstead, not tune in to the BBC’s premier sci fi show. Although having said that, an episode that isn’t set in Wales (for a change) but Hemel Hempstead would be a very good episode. Hemel’s like Slough except whenever you see a lone, 14 year old girl in Hemel you have to shout “Oi! Who’s looking after your baby?”