Damn you, Doctor, for making me care.
Damn you for making me feel when I desire cold.
Damn you for stealing my laughter in a moment of love.
Damn you for touching lives of which and whom I can only read and imagine.
Damn you for your immortality, when all around you will die
Damn you for being so damned easy to love
and trust
Damn you for your absent minded genius, which I strive for but will never reach.
Damn you, Doctor Who, for making me want to be so many thing I will never be.
when i want to feel nothing at all.



The Dr Who Effect
Monday, December 7th, 2009I have a mildly obsessive personality. It bothers me now much more than it used to, purely because I accept that I do it, and I’m aware of how badly it affects my judgement at times. I used to be more or less oblivious to my quirks but they have been exposed to me many times over in the last few years. Usually in a bad way.
My most recent obsession is the Good Doctor, specifically the David Tennant presentation. I had ignored the show because I assumed it’d be the usual silly lightweight UK SciFi. Not worthy of my attentions. Certainly not worth following with the religious fervour certain of my [curiously very sensible and highly respected] friends.
Pretty much because everyone else did, I watched BSG. Which was brilliant until the heartbreakingly bad finale.
I was then convinced to watch Children of Earth, that ooooh so very good TorchWood series. Five episodes of perfectly written, serious, adult, dramatic SciFi. That was The Shit. It’s the only TorchWood I’ve seen, and I probably won’t watch the previous series.
But that led me back to the 2005 reboot. I watched the initial Tennent show first, but was persuaded by Ben Templesmith, via Twitter, to go back and watch Eccleston. I did, and swallowed the full series on a week. It was that good.
On to the delightful Mr Tennent. Legend has it, the most popular Doctor ever. I’m not sure how that’s been established [I'm going to assume it's viewer ratings], but by the Gods his Doctor is infinitely better than I could have imagined. To reiterate: this is a show that I had zero intention to watch. I did not care for it at all and assumed – against all evidence to the contrary – that it would be a bit.. rubbish. How wrong can a man be? Very wrong indeed.
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