Who is the new Who?

So the current season of Dr Who is coming to an end with a two part episode which sees Rose and the Dr reunited along with the rest of the Whooby Gang in a battle to save earth from the nasty clutches of long time enemy Davros and his Daleks.

The question that hangs in my head, apart from the obvious one of "How did everyone manage to get a signal on their mobile phone when the Earth had been transported several light years from its original position?"[1][2] is, who will be the new Who?

I have sent a message to the families resident whovian[5] and asked if he knows and will report back as soon as he replies. Until then, stay tuned...



[1] I can't get a signal in my living room and yet all and sundry manages to get one when the earth is whooshed across the galaxy.
[2] Some geek will probably attempt to shoot me down in flames by saying that The Dr has modified the phones [3] so they can be used without needing a satellite to bounce off of.[4]
[3] In which case I say this... When the hell did The Dr become the galactic version of Car-phone Warehouse?
[4] I'm assuming that Davros and the Daleks would only be interested in stealing the earth and wouldn't bother with the communications satellites as they could be used by an enemy to plot an uprising.
[5] He may not reply given that I have referred to him as a whovian and he hates this.

Ok, it's time to clear the air...

There is only ONE movie trilogy worth a fuck.

And no, geek boy, it isn't that bullshit Lord of the Rings thing (Peter Jackson's best film was Bad Taste. End of story. There is nothing left to say. Fin.) or the other trilogy (in six parts) that is so often bandied about, Star Wars. And that trilogy, dear reader, is Back To The Future. That's right, I said it...

And what drives me to say this? The fact that I have just watched BTTF 1-3 back to back and enjoyed it so much I'm gonna do it again straight away. Damned right I am. Who's gonna stop me? You? Ahahahahaha, I laugh at the face of Danger, tweak the nipple of Hazardous Misadventure and give a Chinese wrist rub to Fear on a regular basis.

I once wedgied Death himself you know... No, wait a minute, that was Bill and Ted. Rest assured though the first time I see Death I'm going to give him a wedgie so severe his undercrackers are going to slice through him like a cheesewire through something soft. Warm Brie perhaps.

(After Death has gotten over the uberwedgie and I've stopped laughing I'll no doubt tell him that he was always my favorite discworld guest appearance, we'll go for a beer together and discuss humanities faults in detail and We'll all not live happily ever after.)

The BTTF trilogy stands way above both LOTR and Star wars for script writing, plot, drama, escapism and sheer fun. It speaks to the kid in all of us and deals with something we all wish we could do at some point in our lives.... Time Travel.

The ability to travel through time has captured the imagination of humanity since H. G. Wells' published The Time Machine in 1885 and has, amongst certain circles, been the same ever since.

Shit, I know I for one wouldn't waste a seconds thinking time if the TARDIS were to materialise in my living room and Dr Who asked me if I was busy. I'd be off in a heartbeat bubba you'd better believe it. (It's unlikely really. My living is a bit on the cramped size and parking a TARDIS can't be the easiest of things to do.)

So, there you have it. The argument is closed once and for all.

FAO: Whovians...

For those of you who think Dr Who is the dogs scrotum I advise you to check out this site and grab yourself some nice remixes of the Dr Who theme tune.