That’s certainly the question being asked following the tactless statement by Digital Spy’s Neil Wilkes in the recent interview with Russell ("don’t call be Roberta") Tovey.
Basically in a childish bit "I know something you don’t know, ner ner ne ner nerrr", Wilkes – not known to be a relation to Robbie Williams’ mate, but hey he’s evidently stupid enough – stated:
Now, I have it on veeeeery good authority that the next Doctor has already been chosen. It’s an interesting new direction, and the choice (assuming no changes of heart) will probably surprise – and divide – many. The name I’ve heard isn’t Paterson Joseph. Or John Simm. Or James Nesbitt.
And we, Neil, have it on very good authority (your own words) that you’re a total c*ck, and deserved winner of…. the Kasterborous Hack of the Week Award!
Well done sir!
So, and getting back to the point here, the Eleventh Doctor Who has – if we believe this – been cast. Question is, is it Alex Kingston? That would be quite divisive, although it would make a marriage extremely bizarre and slightly kinky.
As for betting – well, it’s all still open until an official annoucnement is made by the BBC.