It may have something to do with that odd tradition they have in the USA of completely shutting down all decent television programs for a block of about four months in the summer and the result that my DVR is being seriously under-used at the moment, but I'm really getting into the latest series of the new Doctor Who.
I've been an unabashed fan boy of Doctor Who since I was small enough to effectively hide behind our rather brown, early-eighties sofa in Edinburgh watching Tom Baker, Peter Davison, Colin Baker and Sylvester McCoy do their turns as the Gallifreyan time lord. I'm pretty sure it was the seed of my life long addiction to science fiction books and so-called telefantasy TV shows.
When the series came back a few years ago, I was desperately excited. That excitement carried me through most of the first two series. Even though to be frank, some of the storylines and episodes were pretty poor, with the odd gem here and there (Dalek, Father's Day, The Empty Chi…