So. paleo, proud possessor of his own sonic screwdriver and the desire, ability, stated intent, and devastatingly good looks required to be the Twelfth Doctor, has been passed over by some hack.
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With a spleen full of vitriol, and a keyboard full of Whiteout because I am uncapable of typing this morning, I announce my desire to be the
Eighth Master.
In all seriousness, although I was rooting for Idris Elba, badass,
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With a spleen full of vitriol, and a keyboard full of Whiteout because I am uncapable of typing this morning, I announce my desire to be the
Eighth Master.
In all seriousness, although I was rooting for Idris Elba, badass,
I've liked Peter Capaldi from back when he was Danny Oldsen in Local Hero, the polyglot assistant to Mac, with a crush on a mermaid, and in Neverwhere, Torchwood, and every BBC series since ever. The Doctor's dynamic will change seriously, he's 10 years older than I am and while there must be running, always running, the Doctors since the reboot have been very physical, up to and including Matt Smith being quintuple-jointed, apparently. The regeneration will be during the Christmas episode, and yes, I'll be there.