You know, back in those distant halcyon days of, oh, about five weeks ago, if someone had asked me a question like this, I would have cheerfully answered it. That was before I watched the hate mail (some of it rather intense and scary) come in from people who were angry because the Twelfth Doctor wasn’t a woman and I seemed okay with this, and before I saw answers to asks on this Tumblr quoted out of context and bolstered by lies in the Daily Mirror newspaper and off across the net.

These modern days having an opinion on Doctor Who seems significantly less fun than it used to, so I think I will keep mine to myself. I’m sorry. Ask me when we meet, and I’ll tell you.