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Nick Griffiths
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Publisher | Gollancz | ||
ISBN | 978-057508219 | ||
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Gareth
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Synopsis
Nick Griffiths watched his first Doctor Who aged four and a bit. He would have hidden behind the sofa but it was back against the wall and his parents didn't let him move furniture so he hid behind a cushion instead. He's since been told by his mum and dad that they didn't have a sofa only armchairs. So this book should really be called Behind the Armchair, but that didn't sound right. And so began a life long obsession. When Doctor Who started getting rubbish (after Tom Baker basically) he nearly escaped into the world of music and girls until he discovered someone selling tapes of old episodes in the small ads and that was that again. Only in the last few years has an anti-social obsession become something he can earn a living from as a journalist and happily this coincided with Doctor Who getting good again. Plus he has a son now so he can claim he's watching it for him. Oh and his son's called Dylan not Gallifray or Davros.
Review
I can relate to Nick Griffiths - at least in his whovian alter-ego (that is, a fellow lover of all things Dr Who). I was the (proud) organiser of the (very) local chapter of the Dr Who appreciation society at my secondary school - which consisted a group of us sitting together watching old video's of Jon Pertwee & Tom Baker episodes whilst having the mickey taken out of us. (this was in the days when Dr Who wasn't that cool (it was tolerated... barely)).
So reading Nick's account of his own life growing up with Dr Who was quite heartening -obviously, the non-Dr Who elements didn't gel, but the sentiments did.
This is quite a fun read, and an interesting insight into a more innocent time - growing up with Tom Baker and Peter Davidson, things seemed more hopeful.
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