I am, generally speaking, a very patient person, but when it comes to a wonderful television series taking a possible turn for the worse, I’m not so patient.

You see, I completely understand that there is likely a much bigger, intricate plan for the series that little miss muffet Steven Moffat has made, which is all well and good, (actually, there are many things I could highlight about that, theories, e.t.c, but I will hold my peace. For now.) but then we’re suddenly thrown a very singular episode with possibly no relevance to the rest of the series. Yeah, I like that sort of thing, and I get that ‘dying’ time lords may wish to venture forth through the universe and have a bit of fun, but not when a psychopathic time lady is on the loose. Really, guys, come on! A bit of timing..

The first episode back really got on my wick. Oh, yeah, there were comical elements, but it felt somwhat dry and irrelevant. Also, you can’t just leave Hitler in the cupboard. You need to let him come out. AH-HA-HA-HA BOOM BOOM! .. I need some rest.

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Something about David Bowie eating a peach yoghurt, Jonty De Wolfe sat in the loft dressed as a cow, having an argument with a Hufflepuff, a rave in a swimming pool, a court case (which I was told nothing about), and a tiny dinosaur exhibit that only opened during the easter holidays.

To be honest, I’ve had stranger.