It’s the 26th of March, 2005. There are all these people at my house, and there’s a feeling of thrill. We’re al settling down to watch the first episode of some new TV show. Except it’s not a new TV show, it’s a really old TV show that even my dad remembers, and he’s a hundred or something, so it must be really really old. I don’t know what I’m expecting, really, but there’s a blue countdown clock in the corner so I’m excited. Everyone’s talking, and I shush them. It’s starting.
Forty-five minutes later, I’m in love.
Today, Doctor Who celebrates its forty-ninth anniversary. For that reason, I wanted to share some thoughts about it.