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The ABC has announced that it's obtained the rights for the new Doctor Who series that premiered in the UK a fortnight ago, and that broadcasts will start in May.

http://www.abc.net.au/corp/pubs/s1339497.htm
http://entertainment.news.com.au/story/0,10221,12770529-10229,00.html

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gene_machine
Apr. 7th, 2005 06:25 am (UTC)
Excellent news.

Sorry about the mucking around the other night, I didn't realise you were so recently arrived back. I had thought you back for some days.

Az.
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halloranelder
Apr. 7th, 2005 04:46 pm (UTC)
No problem.
catdraco
Apr. 7th, 2005 07:45 am (UTC)
If I have been informed correctly, it will screen on ABC2 (available only to those with digital TV).

If you're interested we have the first two episodes already...
halloranelder
Apr. 7th, 2005 04:46 pm (UTC)
Hmm. I think ABC2 is on Foxtel Digital, which I have, so I should be fine.

Thanks for the offer anyway.
pooklaroux
Apr. 7th, 2005 02:44 pm (UTC)
Oh, rats! I was so happy after reading your post, and then I realized that you live in Australia -- and ABC means something different where you live. No new Dr. Who for me, at least for now. Rats!
ozisim
Apr. 8th, 2005 11:21 am (UTC)
< mode="sings" >< animation="chair-dances" >
Doctor Whoooo-ooo.
Yeh!
Doctor Who.
Doctor WHooooo-ooo.
Yeh!
The Tardus.

< /mode >< /animation >
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