When the possibility arises of your girlfriend or wife meeting one or more of your past girlfriends, you think of it in terms of a multi-Doctor special.
When you have really bad man flu you say things like, "Is this death? I might regenerate. I don't know, it feels different this time." Or, while your wife is watching TV, you look at your hand and say, "It's starting."
You get excited by the sight of a portaloo on a central reservation. (This was many years ago. Mid 70s in fact.)
The sink needs plunging, and you volunteer for some reason.
You're in the supermarket, and a mother's young son and daughter are hitting each other. The mother says, "Do not fight in here!" and you imagine she's the Emperor Dalek in the final episode of Evil of the Daleks.
And the number one occasion when you know you've been watching too much Doctor Who:
Somebody says to you, "You watch too much Doctor Who!"
So this is permanence, love's shattered pride.
What once was innocence, turned on its side.
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