Even at my age the world can take me by surprise, none more so with yesterday’s announcement that Peter Capaldi is to be the twelfth Doctor Who.
It shouldn’t have done because he was the clear bookies favourite for the role and they stopped taking bets last Friday. My excuse is that I don’t bother with bookmakers’ website too often.
At 55 years old he will be as old as the late great William Hartnell was when he was cast as the first Doctor in 1963 which is one in the eye for all the ageists, or does that make me youthist?
The problem for me is that I will find it very hard to separate Capaldi’s new persona from his wonderful Malcolm Tucker character from The Thick Of It in which he became the sweariest person on television.
The thing was though it wasn’t what I would call gratuitous swearing, but a whole entertainment in itself and totally true to life from my brief experience of Whitehall. And it was such an essential element of the show that they employed a swearing consultant, Ian Martin, to pep it up. (Listen to his podcast)
My problem with the new Doctor is that I will be expecting a withering put-down from him at every turn, so here are a few clips of Malcolm Tucker by way of farewell.