Like millions of others dotted all over the globe, I watched the 50th anniversary Doctor Who special on BBC 1 on Saturday 23rd November. I have to say that I thought it was brilliant; the generation of the war doctor (to fill in the gap left since Paul McGann), the Gallifrey story reveal, the interchanges between the three doctors (Hurt, Tennant and Smith) and the cameo appearance of Tom Baker (for he was my Who) showed some inspired script writing.
I sat on the sofa with my two children and the three of us were glued to the box from start to finish. Mrs Baldwin, if you are wondering where she was at the time, went out to eat and drink with her pals. She had a nice night but missed a treat.
Whilst admitting to the Special, I’d also like some other viewing to be taken into account. I watched the dramatization about the creation of the first series with William Hartnell and the mini episode to introduce the Special. Both provided good entertainment.
When I came into the office this week and tried to talk Tardis with my younger (and in some cases much younger) colleagues; far from the fan club I expected to find, I was met with blank faces and indifference. None of them had watched the anniversary special.
This genuinely bothers me.
Has Doctor Who become the property of the middle aged and their children?
Damn, have I just admitted to being middle aged?
Has the generation of twenty somethings deprived of their incarnation of the Doctor (blame Michael Grade apparently) completely bypassed the appeal of the franchise?
What can I do to positively influence my colleagues’ outlooks without sounding sad, or like one of their parents?
Where in time and space is this post going?
Maybe the main question should be “Who gives a toss?”
Maybe I just need to get out more; or go and see a GP.
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I sat on the sofa with my two children and the three of us were glued to the box from start to finish. Mrs Baldwin, if you are wondering where she was at the time, went out to eat and drink with her pals. She had a nice night but missed a treat.
Whilst admitting to the Special, I’d also like some other viewing to be taken into account. I watched the dramatization about the creation of the first series with William Hartnell and the mini episode to introduce the Special. Both provided good entertainment.
When I came into the office this week and tried to talk Tardis with my younger (and in some cases much younger) colleagues; far from the fan club I expected to find, I was met with blank faces and indifference. None of them had watched the anniversary special.
This genuinely bothers me.
Has Doctor Who become the property of the middle aged and their children?
Damn, have I just admitted to being middle aged?
Has the generation of twenty somethings deprived of their incarnation of the Doctor (blame Michael Grade apparently) completely bypassed the appeal of the franchise?
What can I do to positively influence my colleagues’ outlooks without sounding sad, or like one of their parents?
Where in time and space is this post going?
Maybe the main question should be “Who gives a toss?”
Maybe I just need to get out more; or go and see a GP.
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