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Good episode, though.

It’s Saturday, it’s 6.20, so that must mean it’s time for a cunningly-scheduled-in-advance Reactipost to head your way! So until the lovely John Hoare turns up later in the week with his thoughts on the episode… what did you make of it?

And since I’ll be out when the episode is on, and thus not watching it until later, this is where I try and turn off email comment notification so that my phone doesn’t get bombarded with spoilers.

Okay, so we’re all still overexcited about all things MoffatSmith at the moment, but that doesn’t mean we can’t take a moment to enjoy things like this. And it really is utterly wonderful – very well edited (love the Eccleston interludes), terrific song choices throughout (except for not using the original of “Changes”), and when certain songs start recurring it just gets even funnier.

Shame it does that annoying American fan-fic thing of saying at the end that “Doctor Who is property of Russell T. Davies, Steven Moffat and BBC Wales”, though. Cos, y’know… it isn’t.