By the mid-1990s, Doctor Who was an ex-series. It had a start date and an end date. If there had been an actual tombstone, we’d have been able to read it for ourselves, set in stone. ‘Here lies Doctor Who, who lived for 26 glorious years, adopting seven different faces, from 23 November 1963 to 6 December 1989. RIP.’
Despite the ongoing efforts of Virgin Books, independent video producers, fans across the world, and this very magazine to keep the Doctor’s spirit alive, facts had to be faced. Doctor Who had ceased to be. It was dead.
But then, one day, it wasn’t.