I spent the weekend in Cardiff, which was very nice and very sunny, despite the usual Welsh weather. Cardiff, of course, is where Doctor Who is filmed, so the challenge was to avoid anything Doctor Who related. This was easier said than done.
I could brave the posters, the banners, the fliers and the leaflets. I could survive my wife’s repeated hints (“Are you sure you wouldn’t like to see the Doctor Who exhibition?” “Yes!” “You know you want to…” “Can we not see the birds at the wetlands reserve instead?” “It’s Doctor Who…” And so on.). But then the mother-in-law turned up and I was out-numbered (“We’re just going off this way. If you’d like to come with us…”). So we went to the exhibition.
It’s not bad actually. It’s just a couple of rooms really, but only costs £4 per adult and there’s plenty of props from the new series, as well as a few props from the classic series that are starting to look a bit droopy. There’s plenty of buttons to push, behind-the-scenes facts, Doctor Who background information and a shop for buying tatt. Plus, of course, there’s a shrine to RTD.
Here’s a few pics from the exhibition (incidentally, a piece of advice: if you drop your camera on the floor and break the zoom on your lens, don’t try and brave your way through it. It’s time to buy a new camera)
Everyone loves Philip K Dick. A man who seemed to have 97 original ideas every minute, who would throw away concepts on a short story others would regard as the pinnacle of their writing careers, he’s probably one of the most influential writers of the last 50 years.