There are very few places in the known universe where a woman with two black eyes and a sliced up forehead can go without risking comment, stares, revulsion.

This weekend, I found one of those places.

I’m in Cardiff with my kid for the official Doctor Who Convention, which has been a fantastic adventure nearly beyond belief.

Every single one of my childhood dreams will be fulfilled. Systematically.

This morning that included transport to the film set, where I nearly melted with joy as I wandered around the Tardis:


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