I love Dr Who and I’m loving the latest UK series (it’s as though that whole nasty business with Amy Pond never happened) I grew up as many did on Daleks, The Master, Davros, frilly shirts, long scarfs, K9, wobbly scenery and jelly babies. In fact the very first Dr Who episode aired the day after I was born (which means I was born the day President JF Kennedy was assassinated. So between them, the president and the Doctor, my entrance into the world was overshadowed from the start!)
So, I’ve made a Dr Ewe in honour of the world’s (universe’s?) favourite time TimeLord. (Ok Ok, I know a ewe is female but let’s not split er wool – it’s the Dr accept it*) I’ve chosen this particular Dr, not because he’s my favourite, but because, well he wears a fez and as we all know fezzes are cool. Oh and the bow tie too, let’s not forget that.
Which means I now get to have a dream come true as I become the Dr’s assistant and together we will travel through time and space** helping to promote organ donation.
*A kind of quote from the latest Dr, not me being bossy
**Not strictly true.