I made it. Remarkable efficiency plus the help of my lovely wife on Monday meant I was able to buy The Sun for six days in a row. So that’s £2.10 + £2.99 postage and package for six episodes of Doctor Who, due to arrive some time in the next six weeks. I can’t believe I managed it, or that the slow, creeping hand of fanboy obsession has gripped me again, 15 years after I first shed it, but there you go. I will fight it. I will.
Curious that you only get one episode from each story, making Rose the only complete adventure; curiouser still that they thought two episodes from incomplete stories (The Dalek Masterplan and The Faceless Ones) were a good idea, since no one can actually go out and buy the DVDs for the complete stories. But they’re all good episodes; I don’t think I’ll be rushing out to buy full-on BBC Doctor Who DVDs, lest my wife leave me, but it’ll be nice to watch those early stories in DVD quality, rather than 17th generation VHS.
The Sun, though. Odd, isn’t it? It’s not my normal paper of choice. Thought I’d give reading it a try, because occasionally the tabloids can be surprising: The Star was actually pretty good until Richard Desmond got his hands on it. Plus there’s something odd about only buying a paper that supports your own particular beliefs – challenges are good.
However, The Sun wasn’t particularly offensive, unlike the Daily Mail, which leaves any right-thinking sentient human being spluttering with indignation and disbelief that such flagrant evil is published every day. The Sun was just dull; I couldn’t even be bothered to read it after Tuesday: I just snipped my vouchers and recycled it. Shows you how far it’s fallen since Kelvin MacKenzie’s day. It wasn’t dull then. Offensive, yes. Dull, no.