What if there was nothing? What if there was never anything? Nothing under the bed. Nothing out the door. What if - the big, bad Time Lord doesn’t want to admit he’s just afraid of the dark?
It's as if you've been invited into our living room, on the evening of Sat 13th September, at approximately 11pm. (Just stay away from the Milky Bar.) Jo turns on the lights and returns to her seat. Again: not a word shared. “Well… what did you think?” I purse my lips and pull a grimace. It feels like there’s an ‘opinion hair-ball’ stuck at the back of my throat, and I just can’t seem to get it out. What eventually leaves my mouth doesn’t exactly bring much clarity.
“Well… It was either one of the very best episodes of Doctor Who, or it wasn’t that good at all. I can't really tell right now.”