As the camera pans across the Cardiff Bay development it reveals a large phallic object, which is either plunging, penetrating deep into the moist earth or standing, proudly erect with liquid flowing down it. Yes, this must be yet another RTD scripted episode of Who as the innuendo flows thick and fast. Perhaps it's the constant stream of sauce-induced conversations they must have had, since being joined by Capt'n Jack, that's turned the TARDIS team into a bunch of temporal dicks straight out of an Enid Blyton novel.
So the TARDIS is meant to disguise itself wherever it lands? It's a good job that a very, very young Russell hadn't written the first episode where the chameleon circuit gets stuck otherwise we could have been worshiping an oversized novelty sex aid all these years.
And what's this? Margaret legs it out of a window and pegs along the terrace to the scaffolding, using the metal structure to effect a descent. Jack clears a tea trolley in the corridor, Mickey doesn't clear a cleaning trolley and the Doctor follows Margaret down the scaffolding. Could it be that the world of Parkour has finally met the world of Doctor Who? Well, perhaps not. Don't suppose that much of that's classed as everyday obstacles and I'm sure that you could hardly call Madge's running graceful. By the way, is calling Parkour, Free Running, like calling Trekkers, Trekkies? Or is it the other way round? Who knows. And, more to the point, who cares.
Still got problems with Madge. Margaret Blaine - not the only Blaine to escape a box in London unscathed - following her name sake, that Piss Wizard, and his episode in a perspex box. But this is a much more satisfying outing than the Slitheen Family's last adventure. Yes, the Slitheen are back. And this time it's supper.
So, in conclusion (like what followed was a piece of incisive critical analysis), I couldn't shake the 3rd Doctor feeling that I got from this episode. It's a good enough story, if you leave out the all the innuendo, with some very, very funny lines and one stand-out scene in the restaurant. The tension sparking between Eccleston and Badland was superb. And it did exorcise some of the concerns I've had with Annette Badland as an actor. All that stuff about consequences kinda made me think that the good Doctor is almost the temporal equivalent of successive American administrations foreign policy initiatives.
In short, not too much a destination, more of a means to an end...