A HOSPITAL transported to the moon, giant rhino policemen and a bloodsucking pensioner - it can only mean one thing, the goodly doctor has returned to BBC1.

You would have to have been involved in a spot of time travelling yourself not to be aware that a new series of Doctor Who was imminent.

His latest assistant, Martha Jones, has been wheeled out on to virtually every chat show and interviewed by every magazine to create a buzz.

Thankfully, with Russell T Davies at the helm the new series did what do few hyped programmes do, it actually delivered.

Of course, it's all hokum - but what's wrong with some good, old fashioned escapist nonsense that the whole family can enjoy on a Saturday night? Admittedly the sets no longer wobble and the whole shoot isn't set in some dismal quarry in Wales anymore but the true spirit of Doctor Who lives on.

I was unsure of David Tennant as the latest incarnation of the Doctor at first but he's won me over.

Add the feisty Ms Jones into the mix and I suspect we'll soon forget all about Rose Tyler.

My favourite bit of episode one - the motorbike couriers turned bodyguards whom the Doctor soon revealed were aliens.

"Where from, the planet Zovirax?" asked Ms Jones.

Who said it's a kids' show?