I was watching the BBC breakfast news on Saturday morning (now that I am well into my late twenties this is the kind of thing that I do with my weekends.) Amongst all the genuine news events that were being reported was a 5 minute section on the new Doctor Who series that was just starting that evening. Unsurprisingly, the critic that they’d invited to comment on the show gave it a mighty thumbs up. What did surprise me, however, was that the critic who was talking with such enthusiasm about the show was a grown man and not an 8 year old schoolboy.
The BBC seems to employ a more brutally efficient propaganda machine than the Nazis. The way they ratchet up the excitement at the beginning of every new series of this shameless crap makes me want to escape to neutral Switzerland. DOCTOR WHO IS RUBBISH, PEOPLE! The only reason we put up with it is because television on Saturday nights has always been rubbish, so nobody expects anything else. The only difference between Doctor Who and all the rest of the Saturday evening crap is that nobody ever seriously tried to tell you that The Generation Game, Catchphrase and You Bet was must see TV.
I don’t know what my Saturday evening will involve this weekend. Drinking, dancing, game of Scrabble, touching myself, who knows? It will certainly not involve “The Doctor”