I remember desperately trying not to get excited over it, thinking that it was bound to be crap compared to "real" Doctor Who, that it would be soulless tosh like the TVM, that Billie Piper wasn't worthy of being a companion etc. etc. Not because I wanted the show to fail, or I was opposed to new Who or anything like that, far from it - I was just trying not to get my hopes up and my heart broken. Let's be honest, did ANY of us truthfully think that Who would ever be as huge as it is now? That we would see Dalekmania-levels of fervour for our silly little show again?
So, no, I tried not to get excited, and in my head I'd already composed all the excuses for the show etc. ["It needs to find it's feet", "it can't be too much like the original, new times and all that" etc. etc.]
But still I genuinely had that Kid-on-Christmas-Eve feeling on the Friday night.
And when Saturday teatime came around, and there was that theme tune, and there were Autons, on actual telly - BRAND NEW DOCTOR WHO ON A SATURDAY NIGHT!!! Brilliant feeling and all my steely resolve to not get my hopes up melted away.
To be honest, I actually thought that Rose was a bit crap (The End Of The World even moreso - it wasn't until Dickens' "God bless us, every one at the end of The Unquiet Dead that the show really felt "back" for me - that seemed like such a Classic Who way to end an adventure), but I didn't really care. Because for all the burping bins, weird plastic Mickeys and rubbish jokes.... Doctor Who was on telly. Actual telly.
Can't believe it's been nine years, I really can't.
Here's to the next nine!!!!!