The Viewers Tale in some ways represents, and even recognises itself, the paradox of being a Doctor Who fan, that without the fans, the show could never have hoped to survive and thrive as long as it has, but that in order to survive and thrive the show needs to ignore, even brutally reject at times its most faithful fans. After all, look what letting fans in to run the show back in the late 80s did for its future. Even bringing in a Scot with a complicated Masterplan couldn't save that one...Lucky they never thought about putting a fan in charge again hey Russell? This is not because there is any great disconnect between what fans and more general viewers want out of a television show: well told, well made stories that entertain and engage with their audience. But more because, well, fans just don't get it do they, all that business about marketing and ratings and EVENT TELEVISION. It's almost like a Blimovitch Limitation Effect at times. Two parts of the same audience, but never must they meet. Rilston's funny, thoughtful, at times angry take on the return of Doctor Who since doesn't pull any punches, takes no prisoners, leaves no sacred cows unturned and is all the better for it. Genuinely critical appraisal of the RTD era of Who is sadly lacking at times, certainly the hagiography that has become DWM would never dare voice a negative viewpoint of NuWhu lest its official organ status be cut off. Rilston gives praise where he thinks it is due and sinks the boot in where he feels it is not, albeit with more and more sinking feelings as the series goes on. And while he sometimes seems a little bit too hung up on the sexual orientations of the mosquito fans, may this Nick Hornby of Who fans long continue to blog and blag his way through the sometimes wet paper bag of watching and witing about Doctor Who.