Good Lord ! Who ?

Well what a disappointment.
OK, that thingy bloke may turn out to be the greatest Dr Who in the history of …er… Dr Who, but what a let-down it all was.
All the Whovians in my local pub said he knew the latest incarnation would be a female doctor (no, you didn’t read that bit wrong, he is a lonely, sad character).
Somebody else was trying to convince us all that we would witness the first black doc. Or even a gay one in the form of John Barrowman.
But none of the mentioned favourites were in with a sniff.
Personally, I would have gone for Peter Kay.
One stroppy 18-stone lump of Lancashire lard would be more than a match for any Dalek invasion of Cyberman infestation.
The sonic screwdriver could have been transformed into a stick of garlic bread and his mum’s new bungalow could have doubled as the northern base for Torchwood.
Ah, but ‘twas not to be.
Instead we have mi-laddo wotsisface – who, don’t you think, looks remarkably like Michael York in the film version of Caberet ?
Perhaps he is a time traveller after all.