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 Inside the TARDIS, from eleven to twelve
Into a Time Lord's story we further delve
The transformation now starts to begin
But the essence of the man remains deep within

- The secret of such terrific change

Is held inside a Gallifreyan's stage
Two beating hearts and a new kidney
The 'Time of the Doctor' was when you would be
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With Clara beside you on all your adventures
Some proved a challenge; some too mad to mention
A rock star's entrance with wailing guitars
Meeting your match in Mayor Me/Ashildr
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Chipping away through centuries of stone
Persistent in nature, killing time, all alone
– Getting tied up in knots; the ultimate contortions
Facing solitary challenges of epic proportions

Dining with River at the Darillion Towers

Defeating the Daleks with all of your powers
A field full of hands force the ultimate decision
Then your pay in the future by Davros' derision

Not always getting it oh so right

But never, ever giving up the fight
Clara gives strength whenever it's needed
Also wisdom and knowledge; she's a natural leader

Trap Street trickery hidden in plain sight

Ashildr again takes up the twelfth Time Lord's plight
Confessional dial banishes him far away
Where Zygons and Angels terrorise another day

Bill and Nardole then took up the task

Of being companions, the ultimate ask
A Time for Heroes, a time for you
A Time for revealing who's the ultimate Who
- - Puddles with girls chasing Bill round the universe
Victorian monsters under frozen Thames, adverse
You gave it your all, a professor's view
Whilst protecting the Vault from secrets anew

So farewell Doctor, we must say goodbye

It's time for a new chameleon to fly
A dozen transformations have now set you free
But the Time Lord lives on, always saving the galaxy
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 At the end of 2015, the Doctor Who festival
came to Australia, bringing special guests Syl-
vester McCoy, Ingrid Oliver, Peter Capaldi and
Steven Moffat. The latter three made up the
main panel of the day (although you try to stop
- Sylv running on stage to give P-Cap a great big
cuddle).

One woman, during the question and answer

session, got up to ask Steven Moffat a question,
- the essential gist of which was, “Why do you
always have to put in a stupid Moffaty idea like
the sonic sunglasses into otherwise decent
scripts?” The auditorium gasped. Peter Capal-
- di looked to the floor. Ingrid looked to Steven,
who shifted in his chair, lolling his head back
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smiled that tight, controlled smile of his.
“Madam, you are entirely welcome to dislike my
writing, but I think you’ve missed the point of the “...every little boy and girl watching at home at
Sonic Sunglasses. The Doctor is the smartest some point wants to be the Doctor. So Mum or
man in the room. In any room. But he has no Dad buy them the sonic screwdriver for Christ-
idea what cool is. He thinks he does, sure. mas. But now, that kid doesn't have to wait ‘til –
That's why he’s always saying he’s cool! And Christmas now. That kid just has to grab Mum’s
you know who else does that? Film stars, wear- old sunglasses.” –
ing sunglasses on the red carpet at 8.30pm,
wearing bloody sunglasses! But I’ll tell you what
else…”

“You don't need to buy anything to be the Doc-

tor. You just use what you have to hand.” Ste-
– ven reached clumsily into his pocket, extracted
his ray bans, and perched them on his nose.
“And I think that’s pretty cool.”

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