Sometimes a story comes along that just screams out to be given the News Punch treatment and a cock up at the printers which led to copies of the new ...
I've got a list of stuff I'd like to see for the 50th anniversary. Of course I have; I'm a fan, and have been since I was a kid. I've also probably got my hopes up way too high.
What on Earth is Full Tilt? Interesting turn of phrase. It's Marvel's megabucks new fantasy adventure with Karen Gillan. So, a bit like Dr Who then? Not quite. She's bald.
Riding the roomba of news in a shark costume. The Doctor will see us now. And in quite some style too, with Zoe Ball presenting a half hour long "get...
So this Sunday the Hypermen are invading our television screens with a live reveal of the new Doctor Who, hosted by Zoe Ball and I along with everyone else are speculating as to who will be who.
What is far more important is that the Doctor remains a British archetype rather than conform to any preconceived physical form. He has been many shades of British eccentric; a tea drinking, jelly baby munching dandy, draped in cricket whites, tweeds and Edwardian velvet.
I don't think we've seen a drama on what it's like to be the only black person in a predominately white community, or multiple stories where the black characters are the heroes, or a drama about a middle-class, two parent, black family. When you see a programme advertised with more than one main black character, you kind of know what to expect.
This week's Game of Thrones was an important one, with a scene unexpected enough to make viewers spill their coffee, their tears or other bodily fluids. If you haven't seen it, check it out as soon as you can. Preferably before reading anything else, speaking to anyone else, logging on to Twitter or even thinking too much about this post.
As you may have noticed, I've been claiming to have found a "secret of the Buffyverse," (see my recent Huffington Post blog) an unfinished story arc o...
Clara Oswald's secret is shortly due to be revealed on Doctor Who (unless America blurts it out before Saturday night) and we've just found out the id...
If two of a nation's biggest cultural icons are face-changing aliens it should be considered more than a coincidence. Born in the public imagination within six years of each other David Bowie and Doctor Who have taken strangely similar journeys.
The transition between leaders of any movement is always hard to achieve. An audience gets used to a certain style and it's always tough to know when to go for more of the same and when to throw in something fresh.
The news that Doctor Who's 50th anniversary special would be broadcast in 3D should, given my interest in 3D media and my long-term fandom of the Doctor and his TARDIS, be the final tipping point that pushes me over the edge into investing in a new 3D TV.
The BBC had a nasty habit of wiping old recordings to reuse the tapes. Had it not been for one heroic BBC staff member, armies of fans and occasional discoveries in foreign TV archives it could have been a lot worse, but the fact remains that we are still missing 106 episodes.
There are few tales as heart-warmingly, iconically festive as the traditional story of a lonely young boy who builds a snowman in his back garden, only for it to come to life and lead him on an exciting adventure... to destroy humanity.
They say the creators of the film Snakes on a Plane started with the title and worked backwards. I know, that's a surprise, right? It's so good, you'd think they spent ages brainstorming which kinds of animals would feature.