It’s a little odd, anticipating the Doctor Who 50th anniversary special.
I mean, 25 years ago, I can dimly recall watching the special made for the 25th, The Five Doctors, in the basement of our old home. Turned out we got to see it before they showed it on the BBC. Weird, right?
And here I am now, a quarter of a century later, in a place to call my own, and I imagine I’m feeling the same sort of giddiness that I did back when I was 13 years old.
I love the show. I love concepts, the messages. I love the original incarnation, and the current, far more sophisticated and polished revival. I hold the opinion that’s pretty frowned on, apparently… That I love Moffat as show runner. I think the 7th Series was the weakest of Moffat’s run… but it’s still a long way away from the eye-rolling and outright anger that Davies invoked in the “Specials” season.
It’s just… been a fun run. I’ll be sad to see Matt go, but looking forward to Peter Capaldi’s take. I’ve no idea how much longer the series will go, or even if I’ll live to see it retired from television for good…
But I can’t picture that eager anticipation not being there.
Thanks to Sydney Newman, C. E. Webber, Donald Wilson, David Whitaker, Verity Lambert, Terry Nation, Ron Grainer, William Hartnell and everyone else who got the ball rolling. Here’s to 50 more years.