We’re going to the end of the universe.
Yes, I’m watching Doctor Who. Something about this lanky converse-wearing pseudo-Scottish time traveller has me hooked. I don’t know what it is. Perhaps it’s his irrepressible energy. Perhaps it’s the hilarious and yet also strangely endearing alien life-forms that the writers have thought up. Perhaps it’s the idea that somewhere out there, a man in a blue box could be looking for a new companion. And that companion could be me. Continue reading