It had come back before.
In 1996, I was 16 and much more excited than my friends seemed to think I should be about a Doctor Who TV movie.
I had just about the whole range of merchandise advertised in the radio times – posters, bag, t-shirt, watch, baseball cap, postcards. I had literally been there and got the t-shirt.
I had videos, of course, which only really brought home how much I missed the series. So I was willing to love the TV movie no matter how bad it might be or how changed it was. And I still do love it a bit.
I realise that stepping back objectively, it’s far from perfect, but I didn’t care then and I don’t really care now. There’s stuff to love in there. And above all else, it’s Doctor Who.
But at the end of the movie, the revival ended (on TV, anyway) and we were back into the wilderness.
So I attempted (and failed) to show a sort of aloof interest in the rumours of a new series. Then it was confirmed, and I still refused to let myself get excited – I’d seen this all before, I thought.
When the trailers hit screens, I gave up the disinterested act – it was real, and it had the right music and everything… this could be good.
On Saturday 26th March 2005, I was sat on the living room floor (the TV was small and the sofa on the other side of the room – it made sense to me, anyway) to watch Rose.
I wasn’t expecting to be blown away. All I was hoping for was something good enough to stick around for a few series at least. I don’t think I was blown away either, but I was hooked all over again, by a single speech (the “world-spinning one” – I wrote about that here).
The next few weeks was a little like reconnecting with a friend you used to love spending time with. And by the time we’d reached the creepy heights of The Empty Child & The Doctor Dances, it felt pretty giddy.
My main thought, I guess, was “how could someone not love this?!” Farting green things and Simon Pegg’s Hungry, Hungry Ceiling (TM) aside, I still think that series has one of the best runs of consistently good, interesting, exciting and watchable TV since the show returned.
And I seem judge all “new” Doctors against the Ninth. He set the template, and those stories showed what the show could still do.
Ten years later, and we’re still watching Doctor Who on Saturday nights. I never thought I’d say that.
Oh, and for the record, I still have the watch, and the posters are (except for one) framed, and hanging on various walls.