Back when The Doctor was a grumpy scotsman with fearsome eyebrows, took a trip to the Doctor Who Experience in bleakest Cardiff.

But before that, we had to do two other things…

Stand on THAT paving slab:

And then visit the shrine of a National Hero:

Anyway, back to the Experience…

Visitor Parking looked a bit dodgy:

There were some wrong-uns in the queue…

And once inside, there were some harsh rules to follow…

You expect that sort of thing in Preston, but not Cardiff!

Anyway, some of the inhabitants were friendly enough…

I wasn’t impressed by the band…

And the only reason that this creepy fucker didn’t get punched out was that it wasn’t Peter Kay…

Sharon would make the perfect Companion (i refer to her as my carer – she cares so that I don’t need to)…

… she likes dogs, even if they are robots…

… is oblivious to peril…

 

… can deal with the massively bulbous-headed (handy, that)…

… and makes all the bad guys look fucking huge…

… when we all know that they are normal human sized and that she is just a tiny little pixie!

But it wouldn’t end well…

… but at least Extermination is a transferable skill these days.

And I’d get to have my Dream Car,

and she wouldn’t be able to get up the stair to complain about my office…