Happy birthday, Mr Doctor Who.
Forty-five years. Who would have believed it?
It seems like only yesterday that I gathered all the family around the portable television device, to see this spanking new educational series about a medical practitioner who didn't know his own surname. I was magically transported to another world - of school classrooms, and junkyards, and corridors. And twenty-five minutes later I was on the internet, voicing my dismay at Verity Lambert's straight agenda, and writing slash fic between foxy teacher Barbara Wright and the fourth schoolgirl extra from the left.
Happy days.
...I feel so very old.