MY LIFE has been nothing but a series of catastrophic failures and humiliating fuck-ups. But it’s not my fault. It’s Doctor Who’s.
Even when I was a child and watching it was socially acceptable it let me down. All the other kids were watching Miami Vice while I got the shit kicked out of me for explaining the satirical nuances of the Kandy Man.
Adolescence wasn’t much better. Doctor Who wasn’t considered ‘cool’. Girls weren’t impressed that I could recite entire scenes of City of Death from memory and thought my collection of Dapol figures were creepy.
Then the series ended, the TV movie was shit and Doctor Who was dead. I went cold turkey. I was clean at last. Friends and family treated me like a respectable human being. I started dating. Then it all went to shit because they brought it back.
It looked good. The plots didn’t drag on for four episodes of running around in the woods. Christopher Eccleston wasn’t dressed up like a twat. Everyone loved it. But for me it was a fat line of coke under my junkie nose. I relapsed, hard.
I fell behind at work because I couldn’t stop posting on message boards. My girlfriend found I’d spent our holiday fund on a hidden stash of Character Options figures and left me. I watched the Christmas specials alone.
I thought the revival would only last for a couple of years but it’s still f**king going. And now they’ve released hundreds of episodes, a handful of which are almost decent, on DVD. How can I not get all those?
Then there’s the books. And comics. And audio dramas. And collectable Sky Ray lolly cards. It’s like 20 obsessions in one. You can never get your fill. I will never be free.
And now I’m branded a misogynist for hating the Jodie Whittaker era. If you’d seen The Timeless Children and what it does to the lore – which you haven’t, viewing figures are in the shitter – you’d be hurling as many gendered insults as I am.
If Doctor Who had never happened I’d be a rich, successful playboy getting more pussy than Stephen Moffat in 2010, the height of his powers. Instead I’m doomed to make brilliant but obscure cultural references for the rest of my days.
The curse will never end. The new special’s on Sunday, with Daleks, Cybermen and the Master. It’ll be total shit. I’m counting the minutes.