Tuesday, 31 May 2016
A Young Pup Yet.
It is so strange but I remember looking at the feature and pictures in this issue of William Hartnells tenure as the High Church himself and thinking of them as centuries past. The sixties might as well have been the eighteen sixties to my young brain. Quite right I suppose. Like ones body ones brain is elastic when young. There have been many years spent since developing a sense of linear real time and the consequences of its passing.Sadly, regenerating is not an option.
The magazine has been with us even when the television show was not. There have been many hands guiding the tiller and keeping it sailing across the endless seas of all things Who.I feel as though I have grown up reading it.
Or at least grown into something reading it.