So the Doctor comes back and though last we saw of him he was an Edwardian gentleman figure, now he turns up with a rolled up newspaper and a fag in his mouth having just supped his bitter down the Rovers Return, trying to get in the knickers of a girl a small fraction of his age. He may as well have been played by Kevin Webster. And that Rose is no prize either. Nattering on to (taking the) Mickey about getting A levels, oblivious to the fact he's all plastic and weird. I mean what is this, Chucklevision? And how did that bin burp? Even if it is a plastic creature, it's not going to have a digestive system that would allow for that. It is, if you'll forgive the criticism, a little bit silly. So bimbo and Ferengi-eared Eccles run down the street to the Batman theme and chuck a bottle in a lava pool that creates an instant genocide and then Rose leaves with The Creep because he's white and her now-dumped boyf was black. I prefered Ghost Light, if I'm honest.