Now That's Christmas
If you follow “Doctor Who,” and I assume that you all do because I prefer to think that people are fundamentally good at heart, you’ve noticed that the news on upcoming specials has trickled out like urine past a grapefruit-sized prostate. Drip. Drip. Oh, the agonizing pressure. Well, the BBC has slipped a catheter around the swelling and finally deigned to let us upstart colonists know when we’ll get to see David Tennant’s swan song as the Doctor: December 26th, BBC America, 9 p.m.
Naturally, I do not get BBC America, because of the innate injustice of a malicious universe seeking to destroy my happiness one hour of television at a time. When this malady targets football fans, i.e. the NFL’s absurd NFL Network Thursday nights, one simply goes to the local pub and watches the game in good company with beer and fried food. Are there geek bars like there are sports bars? Places where everyone knows your name and the big screens all have Adama and Reynolds in high def instead of Brady and Manning?
In a general sense I can’t help but wonder if there’d be a market for something like that, if done well. Some of my best memories of television are getting together with a gaggle of friends and hovering around the latest episode of a show. All the bars already have the big screens and satellite television, so there’s no barrier to entry for them to take this and run with it. As long as they each pay me $19.95.
In any case, the BBC has released a clip from “Doctor Who: The End of Time,” which is viewable below and features amongst other juiciness: the Ood, the Doctor wearing sunglasses and a lei, and his eminence himself, the late, the great, John Simm himself, the Master.