For those who watched Doctor Who tonight (and if you didn’t, why not?)…
My name is The Master. I had an accident, and I woke up at the end of the universe. Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time? Whatever’s happened, it’s like I’ve landed on a different planet. Now, maybe if I can work out the reason, I can get home.
I confess, I was rather hoping that John Simm would be the next Doctor. Ah well, as long as they don’t kill him at the end of this season, I’ll be happy. I assume we’re going to discover that he is the Mr Saxon that kept appearing in posters and conversations earlier in the series. I do like a good hidden treasure hunt sort-of-thing – like the “Bad Wolf” plot from the first season.
And I was glad to see Captain Jack back. After all, we can’t have BBC One’s Saturday evening schedule without John Barrowman, can we…?
If you’ve not been watching the new series of Doctor Who, it’s not too late. Two episodes of this season left – and the last four have been absolute corkers. Last week’s was some of the very best television I’ve seen for a while, and the double episode the previous two weeks was even better.