Have Shed, Will Travel

So, it's all over. No more Doctor Who until Christmas. What a ride it's been! We've had feline nurses from five billion years in the future; an alien werewolf and Queen Victoria; Sarah Jane Smith, K9 and a load of bat-winged aliens enforcing the sort of school dinner that would send Jamie Oliver apoplectic; Madame de Pompadour and some seriously ticked-off robots; the return of those shiny emotionless Cybermen; an alien Maureen Lipman stalking the airwaves - now that really sucks; an impossible planet, home to Evil Incarnate himself; the London Investigation 'n' Detective Agency and Peter Kay dressed as a green sumo; a girl with a flower in her mouth and the 2012 Olympics; and another return of the Cybermen - and then some. Whew... Thirteen weeks of the best thing on television, proving why it's the best thing on television.

The Christmas episode is to be called The Runaway Bride and appears to feature another popular comedian stunt-casted as the eponym: Catherine Tate in a wedding dress. I have no idea what that's about. Can't wait!

Oh... I prefer David Tennant to his predecessor, Christopher Eccleston. There. Said it.