Collectormania 12: The encore

I popped back to Milton Keynes yesterday for the final day of Collectormania 12, as it was the only day on which Elisabeth Sladen was appearing.

I ummed about it the night before, as Sunday transport meant a four-hour round trip. But using the old ‘I’m more likely to regret something I didn’t do than something I did do’ logic, I woke up on Sunday, jumped on a train and got to MK around 11.45am. And I’m glad I did.

Lis was all-round lovely. She dug my Dalek shirt and asked me about my nine-year-old niece, who I was also getting a signed pic for. There were loads of little 'uns in the queue. It must be nice, as an actor, to know that you have that generation-spanning appeal.

It’s an aspect of Doctor Who that I find very inspiring. The young kids remind me of me at their age. Seeing their excitement, I’m transported back to a time when my life was a heck of a lot simpler.*

* Saying that, there was that time at infants’ school when I had my Sarah Jane Smith Weetabix card confiscated. So distraught was I that I thieved it back from the teacher’s drawer, sinking myself further into the mire. My life seemed pretty damned complicated that day.