She’s my carer. She cares so I don’t have to.
I like Peter Capaldi as the 12th Doctor. He plays him as a bit of a dick; arrogant and vaguely menacing. Not entirely removed from Malcolm Tucker, then, and thank God for that. Tuckerishness aside, Capaldi’s already established himself as a compelling presence just two episodes in.
As an added bonus, the writers remembered to give Clara a personality. This could be a fun season.
A decent evening ride, but summer is definitely over: Once the sun disappeared, I missed both my wool socks and arm covers; my windbreaker helped the latter, but it still wasn’t enough. Still, a few new personal records, so not too bad, all told.