Doctor, Doctor, can’t you see I’m burning, burning?

Monday, March 13, 2006 by

So, it’s official, then. And once more I’m gearing up to go Doctor Who nuts as the new series’ press launch has been confirmed for March 28 in Cardiff. The invites are ebay-ably attractive – David T, Billie P and an in-a-spin TARDIS on one side, some generic landscape shot on the other; both adorned with Photoshop whispy bits of business.

The timing of the event seems to tie in with the notion the series will return to BBC1 on Easter weekend, which seems as good a slot as any. I, for one, am excited.

It feels weird to be talking about Doctor Who in the present tense. I’d grown so used to the thing being dead that even one year after its return to telly, it seems odd to be ringing up the Beeb press office with Doctor Who queries. “Yes,” you say self-consciously, “it’s about Doctor Who.” Not only that, but hearing people talk casually about the show – which they do, loads – still seems a little bit unsettling. My skin prickles.

Nearly six years ago I wrote a borderline-obnoxious piece on the fans’ relationship with the series, and speculated at the time that, “It’s [the casual viewer] who will cope best if – when – the Doctor returns”. It does seem to be the case, doesn’t it?


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