I've been noticeable by my absense (hopefully) with the last two stories on the stripped down Who. Chinese delegations et al have prevented me from much telly time (sounds much more intriguing than it is), but I have to jot down my final thoughts on episode four of Caves. When Tom 'died' I thought Doctor Who had died with him, but Davison managed somehow to follow the unfollowable.
When he sacrificed himself for Peri, my love of Doctor Who was replenished. It was and is, a beautiful scene and great TV. Sod what followed - that blinking new Doctor, this was a celebration and lament for all that was great about Doctor Who - it still mattered.
It didn't really matter after that. Sure, there were moments when McCoy recaptured some of the magic of the series, but let's face it, something went with the fifth Doctor. McGann came and went - it was like winning a tenner on the lottery when the TV movie aired.
But now we truly have something to be excited about and I haven't felt this way about Doctor Who since good old Pete faded away.
Thank you Caves - I owe you a lot.
'It's not your lucky day, either'.
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