HELLO, SWEETIE!

When I was a kid I wanted a TARDIS so bad.  First, there was this huge, ancient ornamental raspberry tree in our garden that was hollow in the middle.  I would pretend that was my TARDIS.  Then there was the big wooden box that I begged my Dad to build for me and put on the roof of the shed.  That was my TARDIS then.  And I went everywhere and everywhen (mostly to the Second World War, because I was kind of obsessed with that too!)


Thing is, when I say that I am excited that Doctor Who returns in three weeks time, there are three kinds of people:  there are those that say "Bless!" in a condescending way but mean no harm; there are those that go "SQUEE!!  I know, right?" and there are those that look at me like I am absolutely the saddest of the sad and the lowest of the low.  I find that very odd.  And this is what I want to say to them.


Along with ABBA, George Orwell, maths and Mozart, Doctor Who is a very important part of my personal history. It's one of the things that made me who I am.  It gave me my imagination and made me want to tell stories, to learn about places and times and to be on the side of everything good, fighting everything evil.  Those moments in the middle of that raspberry tree are so special to me - they remind me of me inventing scenarios and imagining ways out of them.


Did I ever hide behind the sofa?  I don't think I did.  But I did insist the phone was taken off the hook and everyone shut up while it was on.  And I remember feeling really worried all week wondering how the cliffhanger was going to be resolved.  And I still feel like that now.


Doctor Who makes me feel like a 7 year old again.  There are not enough things that do that.  So if I start waffling on about who River Song might REALLY be, about what The Silents are, about what it is that Pond knows that The Doctor doesn't, then I apologise.  But actually make no apologies.  I think it's wonderful.


And this, without a doubt, is one of the greatest pieces of music ever realised.