Saturday, 30 May 2015

Frankly My Dear.

Back in the day if I ever left any of my old Target Doctor Who novelizations laying around my old chum Frank Lecky would doddle his interpretations of the work on the inside sleeve. I would feign (It is what the outre do instead of "pretend") that I was annoyed whilst being absolutely delighted. The Fendahl never looked more slobbery and the second drawing was his vision of me as a Tardis Pilot had me beaming in delight. Love the confused cow.