The Clock Is Striking Twelve

Tomorrow, the Christmas edition of Going Through Doctor Who will be up and it's a review of the Fourth Doctor serial The Sun Makers. But never mind that right now.

I've just read an interview from Peter Capaldi saying that he's considering leaving the show in Series 10. It's the same old same old: typecasting, wants to move on to other projects, you know the drill.

And I have this funny feeling... when I started doing this, it was around 2013, when the Matt Smith era was on its final legs... so I went through Eccleston's series, I went through Tennant's and even though Matt Smith was technically THE Doctor at the time, I never connected with him since his run was practically over once I'd finished my marathon of new Doctor Who. I flitted through Eccleston, Tennant and Smith, knowing when they will regenerate, seeing it coming and being excited for the next Doctor, to move on. I looked down towards the reaction videos on Youtube full of people crying as Smith tossed down his bow-tie and Capaldi popped out of nowhere. I was like "WTH you people wear your emotions on your sleeve or what?"

But now I have this funny feeling, because Peter Capaldi has been THE Doctor for two years now. Eccleston, Tennant and Smith were Doctors, even my favourite, William Hartnell, is a Doctor, a wonderful Doctor, but a Doctor. Peter Capaldi, though, is the one I see on my crappy TV on Saturday and that makes him THE Doctor. I have this funny feeling called fear... I don't want Peter Capaldi to go away. 

I feel that classic Whovian fear. I just can't tolerate the idea of Twelve regenerating. It's not fair, he just landed in Victorian London! I know it's a year away, I know. I know I've whined so hard over his era, I know that. But nothing can take away from what I really feel for this show and its leading man... complete and utter devotion. I can feel the tears stinging my eyes even now so it's a fair guess that this time, I'm going to hug my pillow along with everyone else...