It’s funny how the things you take for granted just disappear, isn’t it? That school you went to every day and then never go back to, that friend you part from laughing and never see again, all those doors that click behind you without you knowing they’re closing forever. I first wrote Doctor Who in early 2004, and I very much hoped I’d get to write it again. Then I wrote more, and then so much more, until I thought it might go on forever. I remember at some awards dinner, telling Brian I loved my job so much I couldn’t imagine ever stopping. In other more melancholy moments I knew everything ends and wondered what the very last words I’d ever write about Doctor Who would be. Well the time has come, and here they are.
I hope Kesha is the harbinger of an apocalypse where everyone suddenly explodes in a burst of glitter and smoke, grows rainbow butterfly wings, unlocks their whistle register and ascends to a higher plane of existence