Right now I’m feeling as bereft as Tegan did at the end of Time Flight. You see, today the Doctor is travelling without me. While the rest of you are experiencing The Crimson Horror, I’ll be on a chilly beach in Upper Michigan getting some much needed downtime. The shores of Lake Superior, while beautiful and inspiring, are sadly lacking in television sets tuned to BBC America.
I admit I’ve become spoiled. A decade ago Doctor Who meant watching grainy VHS copies of old episodes taped off PBS and trying to scrape together enough money to buy that month’s Big Finish audio. Five years ago Doctor Who meant waiting for new episodes that took ages to show up on American television and eons to arrive on DVD.
Now new episodes arrive in my living room just hours after they first air in the UK. For those rare times when I’m actually out of the house on a Saturday night, episodes are available on demand. I can log onto Facebook and chat about my favourite Time Lord with a fellow fan half a world away. I can walk into my local bookstore and buy Doctor Who merchandise. I can even sit in church and hear the haunting wheezing groan of a materialising TARDIS when someone’s phone goes off.
It’s the eve of show’s 50th Anniversary and I don’t think there’s ever been a better time to be Doctor Who fan. Both new and classic series stories are readily available and we’re even getting animations of lost episodes. Big Finish continues to turn out quality audio dramas. Books, comics and collectibles are easy to attain and relatively affordable. Best of all, I can say the words “Doctor Who” and chances are somebody in the room will know what I’m talking about.
Sharon loves Doctor Who, waterfalls, British accents, autumn, and chocolate. She lives with two demanding cats and a large collection of books and lightsabers. Her hobbies include blogging, blinking and breathing in and out.