"There were no ‘watercooler moments’ in – I pluck a date from the ether – 1987, for example... ...ask a colleague back then what they thought of Delta and the Bannermen last night and they’d reply: “I think you ought to kill yourself.” Nowadays men, women - adults - wax about the way David Tennant puts his glasses on. But be assured, when it came to seventh Doctor’s spoons, it was no dice, conversation-wise."
This new Doctor Who blog and a major local newspapers social acceptance of the subject matter (all be it to bring in click-throughs of some sort, unquestionably) being proof in point.
Okay, for me I had some grey Who years. Watcher, bless him, clearly didn't. And while I may have the encyclopedic knowledge of certain eras that made other geeks frown, I was so busy taking narcotics, making movies, having sex, and getting a life between 1983 and 2005 that I didn't give a shit anyway. Hmmm, save possibly for the occasional bit of Perpugilliam Brown, Silver Nemesis, and the brief wank-fest of a steam-punk TARDIS in 1996. I was busy growing up. Each Dr. had his time and this is The Year(s) of the Rodent. Let's never forget that our Tom was once a god in this county and could do (virtually) no wrong. I was having a life and all TV took second place, this from a bloke that makes my living out of Who props in SL. To be fair, even now, striking up a conversation about this void in televisual sci-fi entertainment history will, in most circles, still get the piss most heartily ripped. Yes, Who is now socially acceptable, but only 'fashionable' and 'cool Who'. Personally, there was only 1 Baker, no Langford, and Bertie Basset never happened.
I'll keep an eye on this. It's got promise, it's got an RSS, and I haven't stalked another blog for a while. I wonder if he, FoxyTallChick, and Daz would be interested in doing a diagnostic Podcast after the shows? I'll be checking back on him after Saturdays diet-pill effort (a Tate-a-Tate, so to speak, if I haven't committed ritual supuku with a Freeview aerial).
Oh, an' Watcher, if ya read this, I'm gagging for the big fuck-off fleets of the Rutan Host laying into Sontaran Battle Cruises too, but Steven Moffat isn't writing it and Russell T will shaft it up for the old fanbase somehow (insert purile probic vent joke here).