An ethereal sound fills my room. The sound of the universe, you could say. Next to a pile of bank statements, my desktop TARDIS toy has sprung to life, warning me of an incoming call on my mobile.
Doctor Who has been in my life for a very long time. My first TARDIS (Time and Relative Dimension in Space, for the uninitiated) was cleverly disguised as my parents’ shed (broken Chameleon Circuit? I don’t think so). The smell of oil, the rusty tools and the stillness – this grown-up place was appropriately otherworldly for a wide-eyed eight-year-old, high on the possibility of fantastic journeys starting in his back garden.
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