Farewell to a good doctor

The part that moved me most, and set up emotional momentum that carried on through the rest of the End of Time, was the close-up of Bernard Cribbins (from The Dalek Invasion of Earth) staring out at us in a combination of regret and loss while the powerful, slow metronomic grind of the Tardis fades away. While his voices have been inconstant, this is how the Doctor has always really said "goodbye".

I'm thankful to Russell T. Davis for resurrecting this show from the heap of dereliction that Colin Baker, Sylvester McCoy, and others had left of Doctor Who. From the final fascist boot in the face from Michael Grade that was intended to stamp the series out forever.

Michael Grade. Russell T. Davis shat long and hard on your useless head.

There's a nice history of Doctor Who presenting the show as a series of music videos to various tunes and music from the sixties, seventies, and eighties (I love the use of "Vienna" for Logopolis and Tom Baker's regeneration).