- Was achieved.
Let me explain, Binky.
All the presents had been opened, Christmas dinner had been served and an ad-hoc game of poker had been won.
I was forty quid up.
The brother had gone to deliver presents to his girlfriend (and soon to be fiance) and the parents had gone to have tea with the older sibling and niece.
And I was all alone in the house.
It was 6.55pm and the feeling of anticipation had been growing all day.
I kicked back in the leather recliner and cranked up the volume to eleven.
And at 7.00pm on BBC1, on Christmas Day 2005 we were introduced to the tenth Doctor, David Tennent.
And he was good.
I had had reservations as Christopher Eccleston had done such a sterling job in the role and the little I had seen of David Tennant had left me with doubts.
As the credits rolled I nolonger had doubts, just a genuine feeling of excitement for what I had just watched and for the forthcoming season.
And I had watched it undisturbed and in the glow of the fire and christmas tree lights, with a brandy and mince pie.
Well, two mince pies.
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