"And so it came to be that the Golden One whom they had anointed to lead them out of the camp circus know as the Tennant Era revealed himself to be just as clueless as their earlier guide and just as fond of stupid declamatory, rhetorical voice-overs
and their respect for him was gone in the blink of an eye and their gaze upon him was as stone and they realised that he was good at penning the odd episode but hadn't got a f**king clue how to do a season
and they knew then that he had relied too much on the sonic screwdriver, and it had all started to go wrong in Venice and although he had chosen actors wisely he had allowed simpletons to write and direct and it was going to get even worse next week
when the skunkhead policeman from Ideal was going to play Van Gogh, and Bill Nighy was going to do his creepy posh man impression and the words of fans saying 'no more f**king historical stories featuring famous people who turn out to be aliens' had fallen on deaf ears
and so they walked away
the child inside them feeling emptier than ever..."