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IN THE CORNER OF THE ROOM I'M sitting in now is a discreet glass cabinet full of merchandise devoted to my favourite television show, Doctor Who. I won't call it a shrine, as that makes me sound ever so slightly bonkers. But it is undoubtedly a testament to my enduring love for a programme I first encountered at the age of four. I'm 33 now, and it captivates me still. You could say I was a fan.
Of course, I'm happy to tell you this now, since these days it seems that pretty much everyone in the country is a fan of Doctor Who. You may not own a replica sonic screwdriver or an original 1970s Tom Baker action figure, but chances are you'll happily admit to enjoying Russell T Davies' monumentally successful re-launch.See the full content of this document
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Who Are You? If Our Obsessions Define Us, What Does That Say About Fans of a Certain Time Lord? Good Things, Argues Paul Whitelaw
But only a few short years ago if you mentioned your love of Doctor Who, most people would snort derisively and run off with your glasses. In the words of Alan McWhan, co-organiser of the upcoming Glasgow Doctor Who convention Army Of Guests, for years the image of the average Doctor Who nut was: "A kind of scarf-wearing loony sitting in their bedroom alone watching the videos ag...
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