My favorite incarnation of the Doctor is the twelfth. Peter Capaldi. Bottle-top crunching eyebrows and grumpy Scottish accent. When I first started watching Capaldi's take on the Doctor, I was somewhat indifferent and had to adjust quite rapidly to the sudden mood shift. First of all, allow me to explain that until I watched Capaldi's … Continue reading “You will run, it will walk”: Grief and the Twelfth Doctor
