Doctor Who, I love you. There, I said it. I love Doctor Who. Admittedly, it shouldn’t come as a surprise, I mean I publish daily articles about the subject; it should clearly be a labour of love. But here it is, definitively in writing. My personal love letter to Doctor Who. I know that this year has been a trying time for some Whovians, and people are seemingly losing love for the show, but I want to remind you that you are loved. I’ve never written a love letter, let alone published one on a truly global forum, so I may be incoherent and blabbing. I’m like a rubbish Hugh Grant. Anyway, here it goes.
Dear Doctor Who,
How are you? I hope that you’re well. (I have no idea how to start a love letter, don’t judge me.) Here we are, you and me, on the final page. One man and his show. A show that has been a part of his life for eleven years. Considering I’m twenty, eleven years is a long time. You’ve been with me through the happiest moments of my life and some of my lowest points. You have been there for me, as a show, as a community of people, as a set of morals, when few others have. Sure, I’ve had other loves along the way too; Game of Thrones, Sherlock, Miranda, The Great British Bake Off; but none of them will ever surpass my love for you.
You came into my life at exactly the right time. Now, I don’t believe in miracles, or fate, or even destiny really. You were a coincidence. The happiest coincidence that I’ve ever had. You came into my life when I was eight years old (about to turn nine though); I was just a child who had nothing to do on a Saturday night. Then you burst in, in your small but big blue box. You were impossible. Everything about you is impossible. But it was there, in front of me, happening. You made the impossible possible. I never thought that Doctor Who was a documentary (People still ask me if I know Doctor Who isn’t real; I mean come on, of course I know it’s not real. It wouldn’t be half as fun if it was a factual piece of television.) and I loved the escapism. From the moment the Ninth Doctor grabbed young Rose Tyler’s arm and told her to run, I was totally yours. I’ve not missed an episode since.
I know that in the mid-noughties, playgrounds were filled with kids playing Doctor Who. Boys normally being the Doctor, or a Dalek, or slightly later on Captain Jack or even Mickey; the girls being more than content on being the badass companion. That was never really me though. Doctor Who is filled with great role models, whether it be the extremely moral Doctor, the courageous Captain Jack, the strong-willed Rose Tyler, the independent Martha Jones, the under-confident but brilliant Donna Noble, the list truly goes on and on; but I never wanted to be a character in the Doctor Who. I never felt like I was worthy enough to portray any of the roles. I wanted to be as amazing as the Doctor, but I knew I wasn’t, I knew I couldn’t pretend to be someone who I idolised so much, it felt like sacrilege. What I wanted to do was tell stories using the framework that is the basis of all Doctor Who. My first ever short story was about the Doctor going shopping with Rose and realising that the tomatoes were poisonous aliens. Before you ask, no, I don’t have it. Truth be told, the story was probably about half the length of this letter, it wasn’t my best work.
Since the Christmas of 2005, my life had been flooded with Doctor Who, that year Santa brought me a plethora of toys and action figures, annuals and DVDs. I was truly a young Whovian. I got the books, I learned to accept this David Tennant fella as the next Doctor. It was between Series 3 and Series 4 that my next stage of love truly came into fruition. My Dad took me to HMV and bought me The Five Doctors. This was the start of a new era. Well, an old era for the show, but for me it was a new era. Classic Who. As you may know if you follow me on Twitter, about a month ago, I finished collecting every available Classic Who story on DVD, so obviously The Five Doctors had an impact on me.
Then came an advert in Doctor Who Magazine in November 2012 that would bring forth the third evolution of my love for Doctor Who. I saw an advert for Dark Eyes. Now, I wasn’t unaware of Big Finish before this, I used to look at the covers on the review pages of DWM and always thought they looked interesting; the one that sticks in my mind to this day is the cover of Rat Trap. Goodness knows why. I bought Dark Eyes and was hooked. The rest, they say, is history. And let’s be honest, if you come on this site, you’ll know just how much I love Big Finish.
It’s not just Doctor Who as a show that I love though; it’s the community around the show too. The vast majority of Whovians are awesome. I’ve been lucky enough to attend the 50th Anniversary Celebration in 2013 and the Doctor Who Festival last year, and being in amongst a group of people who are all passionate about the same thing is a real joy and an amazing experience. I’ve made so many good friends through our mutual love of Doctor Who, who have all helped shape me into the person that I am today. Without Doctor Who and the Whovian community, I wouldn’t be half the person I am now.
Looking to the future though, the future looks bright for our relationship, Doctor Who. I have lots of Doctor Who related projects and prospects lined up, and I hope that one day I will be able to fulfil my dream of writing a script for Doctor Who, in any official capacity, whether it be a book, a Big Finish audio, an episode or a comic strip. You’ve got me to where I am, I just hope I am given the amazing opportunity to help shape a tiny part of your future.
One last time, let me just say thank you. For everything. Without you, I don’t know how my life would have turned out. You’ve seen me blossom for a geeky little kid to a geeky man, and I hope you and I can continue on this journey through time and space until the end of my days.