Doctor Who is a BBC Wales TV show that has been going on since 1963, coincidently the same year Dad was born, It is about a Time Lord, called the Doctor, from the planet Galifrey, and his time machine, the TARDIS, Time And Relative Dimension In Space, (which is bigger on the inside just like all the homes that we have ever lived in, or at least, we pretend so). He travels through time and space, saving civilisations, fighting off bad guys, finding companions to travel with him, and poking things that don’t make sense with a stick.
I started watching Doctor Who in Orkney, mostly without the family although we did watch ‘Blink’ together and all slept in the same room that night, I’d buy Doctor Who Adventures magazines when they came out every Thursday, I had a Doctor Who themed birthday party when I turned 10 (no bananas unfortunately), and I owned a collection of DW action figures. And in the past few months I have gotten all the current truck dwellers hooked. MWAHAHAHAHA!!!
Recently I have noticed a great resemblance of DW and us, no, the truck isn’t a time machine, and no, we don’t fight evil aliens, but we both travel, we both learn from those around as best as we can, we are both trying to discover, and preserve, foreign cultures and traditions, we both find cool people to travel with us, none of those people are ever the same again, in a good way, we both have a fear of being domesticated, we both think bow ties are cool, we are both trying to bring peace to the global (and universal) fringe, and we both have fun while doing it! As well as the fact that Dad would make a great Doctor, right?