It doesn’t seem thirty one years since Sylvester McCoy found his way out of my costume and stole the Tardis, but it is.
It’s a bit late in my life to be still learning lessons, but this week I came to realise just how risky it is to pass judgement, especially when it comes to what goes on, or appears to go on, in the marriages of others.
Listening to the debate on Prime Minister’s Questions about the National Health Service made me cross. I suspect I am not alone.
In 1998 the Government decreed that the sale of painkillers should be limited to packs of 16 in all shops except pharmacies which may sell packs of 32. The reason? To minimise the risk of overdosing.
Remember when the only decision you had to make about a new light bulb was the wattage? Forty, sixty or a hundred – and that was it. Simpler days. Less expensive days.
Every year we read of some bloke who did all his shopping on Christmas Eve in two hours flat and doesn’t understand what all the fuss is about.
In common, I suspect with many others, I removed myself from the roads for much of the Christmas build-up by shopping online.
It is Advent again; the advent of all those adverts on television that inform us what Christmas is actually (rather than really) about.
Scroll through pictures above to see some of the famous faces we’ve had to say goodbye to.