Thirteen weeks of unrestrained joy has come to a temporary end. Doctor Who. A show kept alive by the fans for 16 years, a show that was considered as a joke by most of the mainstream, a show that was seen by the BBC as a propery that could never succeed.

And has it kicked arse?

Oh yeah baby.

Let’s be honest here for a moment. Not everyone has liked this new Doctor Who. It has its detractors. Some of them I even respect. But for every person who reviles, hates, dismisses or simply is overly critical of the show, there is at least two or three families sitting down on a Saturday and being mesmerised by a programme we always knew was the best thing ever. Kids are frightened of Daleks again. How cool is that. And kids – from what I’ve been told by UK friends – are talking Doctor Who in the playground.

Not every episode was good. Not every episode was an astounding piece of TV. There’s even one that I’m going to have trouble watching again (not as bad as TimeLash… but entering that category). But there were far more bright sparks than duds, far more magical, emotional, jaw dropping moments than limp set pieces.

And you know what people, it was fun. Doctor Who was great fun! Just like it promised on the tin – a trip of the lifetime (even if Chris never did break Earth’s orbit).

I’ve decided not to get involved in the sordid world of fan reaction anymore. I still read reviews etc, but I’m not going to comment. I’m just going to ride the crest of this gorgeous Doctor Who wave. As RTD said, it aint gonna last forever – those critics are still there… waiting… – but who the heck cares.

For thirteen weeks I was in heaven!!!!

Life is great!