Was I the only man in England who was much more excited about the penultimate episode of Doctor Who than England's all-important ill-fated world cup quarter final? (It's July now, I can mention it) . Considering the BBC's schedule changed, but Who stayed exactly in it's usual 7pm spot and everything else shifted around it, I think probably not.

And I wasn't disappointed. There's something about Who that has my inner child bouncing up and down and shouting as soon as the title music kicks in. And it doesn't stop, he keeps bouncing until long after the end credits have rolled. It's only the second series (of the new version) but already it's apparent that a Who series finale is something very special indeed. (If you haven't seen it yet, but intend to, you might want to stop reading now). Considering we've already had armies of Cybermen marching through (parallel) London's street at the series mid-point, the writer's were going to have to pull something spectacular out of their hats to one-up that. And they delivered. Millions of Cybers breaking through into our reality? That'd be enough for most. But when they turned out to be hitching a lift with the bleedin' Daleks (told you so) I practically exploded. Next week can't come soon enough!