A bow tie? Who'd have thought it

My mind feels like I've stared into the Eye of Harmony and my spare hand has grown a second version of myself from my siphoned-off regeneration energy,

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Still with me? Good, that's got rid of the non-Whovians. Now we can have a serious discussion about this.

Matt Smith. Eleventh Doctor. Tweed jacket. Bow tie. Bow tie. Yes I said that twice but it has to be the most important issue facing us right now.

Last time I mentioned Doctor Who and my reservations about the irritatingly young heir to the TARDIS I upset so many of you I was summoned to explain myself to Richard and Judy and both of their viewers.

Lately I was slowly coming around to accepting that the Doctor was a year younger than me and was preparing for his arrival at Christmas.

Then the BBC, Lord love their teasing little ways, put out the first pictures of Smith and his new assistant Karen Gillan in costume.

To address Karen, and her character Amy Pond first, on looks alone: I love her. She's gorgeous. She's got a centre parting and is completely covered up, which only adds to her allure. She is reminiscent of the greats of the series' 1970s heyday – Katy Manning, Elisabeth Sladen. All we need now is for her to be in a rubbish nylon A-line skirt and running around corridors aimlessly for half an hour at a time and we're right back in the good old days.

Now to Smith. That tweed jacket looks more Mr Bean than Doctor Who. The bow tie would be original if it hadn't already been done, better, by Patrick Troughton. I can't even look at his face, I'm just drawn to that stupid dickie. What's wrong with a Windsor knot or even just an open neck shirt? Is the bow going to comically whiz around every time he whips out his sonic screwdriver?

We always knew that a man so clever he can tow the Earth from the farthest reaches of the galaxy back into its rightful solar system would be a bit of a nerd, but does he really need to be a science teacher?

Yet there's something about this look that leaves me so utterly satisfied. Despite my watery-eyed nostalgia for David Tennant there was something about his look that was just so irritatingly cool. You knew that people would call him a geek for being all clever and that but then all the girls would swoon and say how much they fancied him and wanted to play with his expertly styled hair.

This time we've got a guy who's playing an oddball and looks decidedly odd.

He looks exactly like the sort of kid at school who was clever but so socially awkward his classmates would hide his coat and chuck his PE kit into the girls' toilets. Believe me. I know.

So maybe it's about time that the look of the Doctor is reclaimed by the fans who stayed true to it through the decade and a half of wilderness where we only had an American TV-movie starring Paul McGann for entertainment.

Now I think about it it wasn't fair that the Doctor had sex appeal. We never did. That's why we watched Doctor Who, we could never get anyone to come out for dinner with us. It's about time he started dressing like a misfit again.

There's a brilliant picture that's surfaced of Smith standing next to the TARDIS (which is in a quarry by the way, about time too, bring on the rubber headed aliens) with his hands clasped together. He looks fidgety and awkward, the way someone would with the weight of the universe on their shoulders and the wisdom of the centuries coursing their synapses.

But he's still so young. And I hate that. Having said that, if he was two or three years older than me and looked like that then maybe, just maybe, I'd be happy about all this.

I'm never going to accept that bow tie though.