I suppose, for those who know me, it comes as no big shock when I say that I absolutely love Doctor Who. And even moreso, I love the 10th Doctor, David Tennant. Some of it has to do with the fact that I find him absolutely adorable, but a lot of it has to do with the fact that he really is “my” Doctor.
But why is he my Doctor? He certainly wasn’t the first (that was Paul McGann), nor was he my last. But for some reason, David Tennant has had a major impact on my life since he took the role in Doctor Who.
Life has been pretty difficult these past few years for me. I went through a broken heart and a divorce, as well as had to deal with the aftermath of my mother having been in a bad car accident (something with which my entire family is still dealing with, as she begins to recover). During the past few years, my much-needed escape from reality involved Doctor Who. This was the only thing I could do that seemed to take me out of my own head for awhile and plop me into a universe I was not a part of (which I was extremely grateful for, as my universe sucked during that time).
And the Doctor that I watched the most during that time was David Tennant.
I’ll admit I totally crushed on him as he was a sort of handsome geeky funny Doctor. And I know I am not alone in this. But also, his acting was so good on that show that I found myself carried far away from the drudgery of my day-to-day living. This took me to a place I needed to be and not where I was at that moment. I honestly believe that had I not had the Doctor in my life, I might have completely lost it.
During that time, I actually wrote David Tennant a note about watching Doctor Who with my niece in the hopes of scoring an autograph. I never expected anything in return, but I have a signed postcard of David Tennant as the Tenth Doctor (and yes, it does say “To Robin” in something close to legible handwriting) hanging on the wall in my office. And it never fails to make me smile when I look at it.
When it was announced that David Tennant would be starring in a production of “Hamlet” in Stratford-Upon-Avon at the Royal Shakespeare Company, I bought a ticket before even having an idea of how I would manage to cross the pond to see the production. But because of that one single spontaneous act and my adoration for him, I managed to not only get across the pond, but have a week’s vacation in London with one of my best friends (and the person who bugged me relentlessly about watching the new Doctor Who series – THANK YOU, RACHEL!). It was there in the UK that I created memories that I will always carry with me.
Unfortunately, one of those memories was being present at the theatre the night that David Tennant announced he was retiring from being the Doctor. No one inside the theatre received the news until well after the show. We had wondered what David’s little extra stage bow had been about and we had waited patiently by the stage door for just a glimpse of him, outside, IN THE RAIN, but never had an inkling of what had happened. Turns out that, during intermission, David had accepted an award and had made the announcement then. We found out after I had already contracted something close to pneumonia after walking back to our hotel (IN THE RAIN) and turning on the t.v. It did not come as a terrible surprise. However, the timing was pretty ironic for me.
Now, once again, David Tennant has struck again. After my first international trip, I wanted to return. Which I did over a year ago. I spent a few days in Paris and more in London, but knew that I had to eventually return to Paris. And I have plans to go back this August. I had already started to research a visit to Paris in August, but lo and behold, an announcement went out that both David Tennant and Catherine Tate (who portrayed Donna Noble on Doctor Who) will be starring in London together in a production of “Much Ado About Nothing.”
I spent 12 hours on the computer attempting to acquire a ticket for a matinee show on one of the days I had planned on being in Europe. The theatre had only made the announcement the day tickets had gone on sale, so the site was hit pretty hard, but somehow, I FINALLY managed to score a decent seat on August 27th at 2 p.m.
At that point, I found myself going ahead and planning the rest of my trip and trying to figure out how much the Eurostar train will cost from Paris to London for a day. And also, how much time I would have before the show, if I get to London early enough, as I also want to go to the Doctor Who Experience in London. A big thank you to the TripAdvisor.com London forum for all the advice, by the way.
I jokingly said at Gallifrey One that I might make it a habit of going to see all of David Tennant’s plays, but now, I am halfway tempted to really try to follow through on that. I can’t think of another actor I would like to continue supporting throughout my life.
So thank you, David Tennant, for getting me through the worst period of my life. Thank you for giving me the courage to finally travel across the ocean and see parts of the world I had only dreamed about. And most of all, thank you… for being my Doctor.