Doktor Wer und der Daleks

So another season of Doctor Who has come to an end. Ho hum. How can I find the end of the universe dull? Maybe because we've seen the exact same thing (with minor variations) at the end of ever other season and then again at Christmas. Actually, who am I kidding? We see the same almost-apocalypse every other episode. Too many cop-outs and "with one bound they were free" moments. They could have run this episode the usual length and not missed anything important, just trimmed a bit of the soap opera at the end.

Nevertheless, this episode will go down in history for one very important reason: German Daleks.

Let me just type that again incase you missed it. German Daleks.

German. Daleks.

German Daleks!

It is at times like this that I can only curse the short-sightedness which lead to the deprecation of the <blink> tag. (I've included it anyway on the off chance that your browser's author still keeps the faith.)

Russell T. Davies, OBE? The man deserves a Peerage. A Knighthood at the very least. It would be more than a fair swap for German Daleks.

Oh, and for bringing Bernard Cribbins back to our screens.

Bernard Cribbins and German Daleks — so why wasn't this the greatest 65 minutes of television ever?