WHY? This might piss off a few conservative Whovians who are dead against fangirling over foxy Time Lords, but to those people I say: your mums. Peter Capaldi could get it eight ways to Sunday.
I rarely agree with Steven Moffat on ANYTHING, but when he described Capaldi as ‘arresting looking’ I found myself nodding sagely. He’s not pin-up hot on first glance, but look at him a little longer and pin-up hot is exactly what he is. He’s like a fine, vintage wine I want to spend a sunny afternoon getting drunk off of in a field of daisies.
Delightfully, zestfully Glaswegian with tousle-able (deffo a word) silver hair, the piercing stare of an eagle and the gravitas of ten Clint Eastwoods, Capaldi’s run in the TARDIS could not come soon enough for me.