November 24th, 2013


The Day Of The Doctor

So all the modern Doctors will have to budge up a place. Nine becomes Ten, Ten becomes Eleven, Eleven becomes Twelve and Peter Capaldi-of whom we caught a brief, all but subliminal, glimpse last night- eyes blazing like an angry bird's- will be Thirteen.

I'm assuming Hurt's Doctor will now have acquired canonical status. He'd better had. He was lovely. A sad, quiet Doctor.

Moffat has frequently disappointed me, but you can't accuse him of holding back or playing safe. He has written some of the best episodes in the show's history and last night's took its place among them.  It went for broke. It was funny, brain-achingly clever, spectacular, silly and moving. It was great to have Tennant back. And Piper. And the unheralded, unexpected guest.

Well, well, well...

According to the Mail Rupert Murdoch divorced his wife because he believes she was shagging Tony Blair. If Blair and Murdoch now turn and rend one another "like monsters of the deep" it would be a fitting- and edifying- end to their story.