What a rubbish way to end a Wednesday. It was bad enough watching the National TV awards. Then, redemption, the ray of light of light-entertainment - David Tennant is up for an award, here he is, standing outside the theatre where he is playing Hamlet. Hang on, my panic gland goes into overdrive - he has an announcement to make....NO!!!!
Oh boy, I hate to admit it but I nearly cried. It won't be the same, no Julie, no Russell, no David. Little Fink summed it up perfectly, "I don't know if I want to watch it with out him in it?"
Anyway, I've been through the whole range of emotions. betrayal, anger, sorrow, denial, disbelief, then I just felt a bit sick and fed up about it. This morning I had an epiphany. I had a dream that David Tennant was filming Doctor Who and I was nearby. I wanted to see him and tell him I thought he shouldn't step down. I waited ages and ages for him to finish filming and in the end I went back to my apartment that overlooked the studio. As i looked down through the window, about 10-12 floors up, his car arrived and he left the studio, he got into the car, looked up and right at me and smiled. I knew then (in real life) I had forgiven him. Then the dream got all weird, as they do, with him sitting in the car upside down as a child might watch the TV, then I was outside his tatty rented home with allocated parking, he lived at number 39. OK I'll stop there.
The upshot is. I don't think Doctor Who will ever be as good as it has been. I think it stood a chance with a new writer (Steven Moffat) if David Tennant were to stay for a series, but I think, new showrunner, new lead and new producer might be too much for the series (and I bet that is why David has jumped ship - he doesn't think the show will be better or the same as it was).
