Dandelion Dreams.

                                                                (From my sketchbook.)

Brighton Beach Dander, Doctor Pre visit To Leisure Hive.

                                                                (From my sketch book.)

Englands Dreaming.

                                                               Oh boy, found a copy at last.

Doctor Who Annual 1977.

                                            "Are you coming or going? Or going or coming?"

                                                    The Doctor; The Sontaran Experiment.
 Bought with my own savings way back in 1976. No mean feat for a boy with no savings. It was put over by the very friendly newsagent Vincey Mullholland who owned the newsagent at the bottom of Etna Drive. A kindly move as he knew my family had not a pot to piss in, as they used to say in these parts. He was patient enough to wait till I had saved enough to pay it off and I cannot tell you how excited I was to hand over the last ten pence.

            I have to admit though, I was bewildered by the contents. The art work was absolutely incredible in places. I mean just check out the back cover illustration of The Doctor. But the stories were surreal. As though someone had worked out the lore of Who by looking at pictures and made some bonkers yarns out of them. Still felt like a slice of heaven to me though. 

Doctor Who Annual 2015.

 I have a habit of doodling stock and pasting the finished stuff into books I own. Well, I figure no one else is going to want them when I am done with them. Here is one I did of The Doctor being menaced by The Veil in the confession dial. It is off course from a different year the annual was gifted to me but I had it to hand at the time. It is a moment from the classic episode Heaven Sent. The one that really showcased what a towering talent Peter Capaldi is. When the dust settled on his era it would be hard to argue with the notion we were lucky to have him as The Doctor for the glorious time he spent in the role. I remember being so wrong footed and held in awe by that story the night it was transmitted. 

            Just pure magic.

Steve Dillon.

                                                           (Steve montage from my art book.)

Its just over five years since we lost this wonderful man Steve Dillon. One of the greats in British comic history and just one the all time great people I met over the years. A funny friend to many and a hugely respected artist who left the world a huge body of much loved work. Some part of every comic book shop in the world will forever remain part of Steve. 

Time's Up! (Isn't always...)

                                                            A tale of two Radio Times...

We Will Always Have Paris.

"Thats the thing about Paris, its a bouquet, its a degree of panache and I am not talking about Cyrano                                                                             Bergerac's hat!"

Beautiful Bessie.

 This bright violet friend of the Doctor is so much missed. True, she will forever be inextricably linked with the Pertwee era but it certainly eased the transition from Mr Pertwee to Mr Baker at the sight of The Doctor and Sarah Jane holding onto their hats as they raced to confront Professor Kettlewell's giant Robot. The badge ad is from the back of an old Lion and Thunder. Oh how easily pleased we were in those days to see our hero in any other format. Back then my brain almost exploded at the sight of a set of Doctor Who jigsaws in a local shop. Alas my poor ma and da could not afford to buy me any...oh the trauma...He even cruelly suggested home made jigsaws which would basically involve him cutting up magazine pictures for me to reassemble...

            Bessie was such a Whoish optic and I miss her so. Can see The Doctor (Peter Capaldi) taking Missy for a drive and a picnic, to best aid her change her mischievous ways.

            Toot!Toot!

76 Totter's Lane.

                                 Happy Birthday Doctor and thank you for lifetimes of adventure. The Tardis stands amidst all the ,rather spooky looking, junk in I.M.Foreman's yard. Enter Barbara and Ian, stepping through the creaking gateway and then we are off. Off on a journey that has pretty much continued to this day. And long may it continue to do so...

Forty.

 Oh Blimey, look what Big Finish just posted. FORTY! Oh to be a timelord. can four decades really have passed since we first saw The Doctor and his crew found them selves hurtling towards the biggest bang in history!? Where do the years go.....

Haunted Staircase.

                                                             No More Days To Halloween.
                                                           its all behind us for another year.