I love Doctor Who. Now about 25years ago that would have led to a lot of tutting and snorts of derision from a fair amount of people. Thankfully now when you say it the overwhelming response is ‘yeah, isn’t it great.’
For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about, I shall attempt to sum up Doctor Who in a few brief sentences – wish me luck!
Doctor Who is a British sci-fi TV programme about a man who is in fact something called a Time Lord who can travel through time and space in a spaceship called a TARDIS that looks like something called a Police Public Call Box. The outside of the spaceship is the same dimensions as a normal Police Box but the inside is infinitely larger because it’s dimensionally transcendental – and we all know what that means don’t we? It means it’s bigger on the inside than the outside of course, silly. Oh and did I mention, the programme is also 50 years old this year – you heard right, 50 years old.
Now that is something worth celebrating.
But back to my opener – I love Doctor Who. I always have, ever since I was a little. Apparently I, like so many others, was terrified of the monsters as a child and even when you watch back the DVDs of those early shows now and you wonder how it could have instilled so much fear, I still feel incredibly nostalgic.
I think it boils down to the fact that the programme has become such a British institution and a reminder of being together as a family that has given it such a place in my heart. I know that this isn’t the only reason to love it and for many this will not have been the case but for me it is. It has become a bit of a cliché to say it was/is an integral part of Saturday tea-time TV but it’s true. The weekend had truly arrived when the theme music and, for me, the best titles ever (the Tom Baker time tunnel one) started. But how amazing that even the brilliant theme music could be as scary as some of the stories – that screech into the end of episode titles…..oh the nostalgia!
But of course the programme went through its dark days when it was cancelled, brought back briefly and then cancelled again before triumphantly returning into the hearts of the nation and a whole new generation of fans. And boy what a return it was. Riding high in the ratings, welcoming the calibre of guest stars that 25 years ago you couldn’t even dream at (Kylie Minogue no less!) and once more making Saturday evening TV something to be nostalgic about. I could write pages and pages about my favourite TV show, about the companions (Sarah Jane Smith, Jo, Peri, Ace, Leela, Polly & Ben, Jamie & Victoria, Rose, Donna, Martha, Amy & Rory) and the Doctors, all 11 of them (oh didn’t I mention that the main character can change his body and hence his face when he’s been critically injured? What a brilliant idea, the casting dream) but I shall restrain myself and just leave it at I love Doctor Who, and so should you!
Who’s your favourite Doctor, companion and story? Add a comment and let’s see who the faves are 🙂
Til next time……
(If the copyright owner of the picture used in this post is unhappy with me using it please get in touch and I will remove it. Thanks)