The new Doctor Who is great. I was in love with the Matt Smith Doctor Who. He came along just as the David Tennant Doctor Who had gotten old and tired and seemed to be stuck in a politically correct rut of Executive Producer Russell T Davies’s making. Handing the reins over to Steven Moffat for a reboot with Matt Smith was the best thing that happened to the series (You only realise this if you watch an old episode.).
But as soon as I was comfortable with everything, they killed off, or as good as killed off, the companions (Amy and Rory) and gave us Clara. Oh how I missed them. Well, for a few weeks until I fell in love with Clara.
Nervously, I watched as Matt Smith bowed out and Peter Capaldi signed-in.
So far Mr Capaldi has done good. More than good. He’s effing brilliant as Malcolm Tucker might put it in a less sweary moment.
And all of this brings us to the well written and believable episodes that we’ve had with the Peter Capaldi Doctor Who.
The science ‘logic’ behind each episode passed the ‘Is it bollocks?’ test really well.
Until, that is, the episode during which it was revealed that the moon is an egg.
Inside the moon, or egg, there was/is (depending on the timeline you are looking on from) a creature growing. It eventually, after millions of years hatches/hatched and the moon/egg disappears/disappeared.
Then, somehow, the newly hatched creature lays a replacement egg, a ‘new moon’, and all is happy again because the egg is going to orbit earth for millions of years before the next hatching.
Seriously?
How can a creature just born from an egg, shown to be quite small but with big wings, lay a replacement egg the same size as the one it was born from? Answer me that, Doctor Moffat!
Look, it makes far more sense to speculate that the moon is made of cheese. Heck, it looks soooo yummy in the sky at night. Just staring at it makes me salivate.
But the moon is an egg?
Come on now. This is far too silly. It’s just not an egg, ok?
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