have employed 3 street urchins to babble throughout behind you belting the back of your seat - turning your kidneys into pate - whilst you're trying to enjoy the spectacle. The Majestic Asterism of the Imperious Obfuscation Those of us of a certain age can remember when the Doctor would sacrifice himself to save a single person. These days he doesn't seem to be interested unless the number of people in jeopardy outnumber the toes on a 4 trillion footed hyper gibbon from the Majestic Asterism of the Imperious Obfuscation (see - anyone can make this stuff up [two parts Rutger Hauer's lines towards the end of Blade Runner to one part Douglas Adams]). That said I was fully braced for another sensory onslaught with peril on an unimaginable level (unimaginable to all but those who'd witnessed the last four season finales) that made no sense. And I wasn't disappointed. Six billion humans in jeopardy - check. Impending Universal doom - check. Another final day of planet Earth - check. How many final days has Earth seen now? It's basically the fable of planet that cried (Bad) Wolf. Even screwing my face up and screaming out in agony at some very suspicious dialogue (" Hold on... does that mean she be called Temple Noble ") didn't stop me laughing like a drain at the Master's elaborate build up to what was a very weak gag (John Simm there, being paid by the maniacal cackle). Even the quite frankly bizarre decision